Jade Summers
Bio
How I See Me: A Badass Goddess of Creation who navigates the obstacles of the Multiverse with ease.
How the World Sees Me (I think): A Sarcastic but Funny Wife, Mom, Blerd, and aspiring content creator-trying to survive, one day at a time.
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Three's a Crowd...Sometimes.
.... Each man began climbing onto opposite sides of our California king, my husband coming from my left on the edge closest to the double doors. D had made his way to the spot beside me already when I realized my husband had paused midway through, a slightly disappointed frown painting his face. “Before we get too comfortable I need to go lock up the house. We were moving so quick I think we left all of the lights on too.” he said with a sheepish smile. “I know the kids won’t be back until later, but I’d hate for them or anyone else to walk in on us.” he continued chuckling lowly. Thinking about just how right he was, I couldn’t help but smile myself; not one person in my immediate family would understand what we were doing right now. My family was a mixture of sexually repressed individuals, created either by religious shame or cultural bias; there were some things good black girls, the kind you marry, just didn’t do. If I were being totally honest with myself, there was a time in my life that I would have never considered fucking two men on the same day, much less at the same time. Today, after years of evolving past so many layers and misconceptions about my sexuality, I was more than willing to continue exploring the different positions the three of us could share.
By Jade Summers5 years ago in Filthy
Three's a Crowd...Sometimes. Pt.1
My husband, J, and I are homebodies by nature. Although we love to go out to eat or catch a movie, large crowds of strangers at a bar or club are generally a hard no for the both of us. Ever the extroverted introverts and still young enough to crave excitement, we remedied our need to socialize, drink, and be merry by periodically having our close coworkers and “framily” over for late night gatherings. Working the same shift for years had caused us all to adapt to the vamp life, which made 12 am party sessions perfectly acceptable and for most, preferable. Our get-togethers were epic; music floating on clouds of THC haze, the sound of laughter shaking the house. This was our time to unwind-sharing snacks, spliffs, and sips of mixed drinks over stories of terrible co-workers and mutual work woes. Our house was not the party spot, but it was a spot to feel accepted, to be comfortable, to be yourself, and have fun. We had genuine love for everyone who came through on those impromptu turn-ups, but, as always among any group of friends, there is usually one or two with whom you share a special connection. Whether it be a cherished memory or a juicy secret that separates them from all of the rest, it brands their name in your soul as a permanent and unique fixture. Years ago, on a hot summer morning after one such gathering, my husband and I unexpectedly invited a close friend to indulge in our private world and share one such secret with us, among other things...
By Jade Summers5 years ago in Filthy
Needs
It was Saturday night finally, and the universe seemed to not notice the trouble I was plotting for once. Up until this moment, although everything had seemed to fall into place perfectly to make this meeting happen, I had still been skeptical because our track record with making plans was less than stellar. Suddenly my phone buzzed as a text came through: “I’m outside.” Those two words sent an unexpected rush of excitement through me. I turned towards the mirror on the wall near K’s front door for a last minute once over. The vibrant red of my hair was almost mesmerizing, my locs playfully framing my face in a sleek bob with a few soft waves. Never much for makeup, even after shedding my tomboy ways, my face was minimally done to say the least. Dark coal liner made my eyes look warm and bright, while a light coat of mascara fluffed my already full lashes. Completing the look with a translucent shimmery powder and a glossy mocha gloss, I had managed to remain natural while playing up all of my best features. I had chosen an outfit that was both simple and sexy, not too mention one that would require little effort to get off. The soft chenille dress hugged my curves, and stopped just below the bottom of my modest derriere giving the illusion of more volume back there. Sleeveless and sporting a deep v neckline, the color played between pale pink or light peach depending on the light. Paired with a matching ankle length sweater duster and black faux fur slippers, the entire look gave “sex on legs” vibes. This was exactly what I had been going for so I smiled at myself, then let out a nervous breath I didn’t realize that I had been holding.
By Jade Summers5 years ago in Filthy
