I'm Coming for You

In the wake of terror my eyes trail the raggedness of my shadow as it glides left then glitches on the wall just ahead of me. A piercing tightness in my chest catches me off guard. I freeze in my tracks, weakened by the struggle to lift my foot. It feels like my shoes are suddenly glued to the concrete. Desperate to take a breath, I try hard to ignore the chills crawling up my skin. My heart is so offbeat I could feel its tempo pounding against my chest like a drum

thrump bump bump, thrump bump bump.

As I follow the footprints leading to my front door, a whiff of musky grapefruit blossom brushes against my nose. Shivering in disbelief, I ascend the steps with my widening eyes scanning the area just past the corner. One foot in front of the other I take careful strides, then I leap to the top step and snatch the note from my door.

“I love you in that dress, Mallory.” It read. With one crunch of my fist, I crumble the note and glance down at myself. I had decided to wear this purple and gold maxi dress today because I finally reached my ideal weight, and I wanted to show off my new figure.

Goose bumps trailing my arms, I take a quick look back as I twist my key into the lock and plunge into my home. Once I’m inside I rest my back against the door and toss the ball of paper into the growing pile of notes that have accumulated over the last three weeks. instantly it feels like some type of unknown force has a tight grip around my throat.

I can't breathe

I can't think.

My eyes dart to my phone, but in that exact moment my palms go numb as my wobbling legs fight to hold up my body weight. Lost in a bout of hopelessness, a gush of wind burst from my mouth with the speed of a whistle gliding through the air.

The numbers 911 have never seemed so useless – no matter how many times I call, I find myself repeating the same lines, ‘My stalker was here again…. No, I don’t have a witness. This time there are footprints and yes, he left another note.’ Just yesterday a note reminded me that chipotle was a bad food choice for my weight loss journey, and the day before that, a note had complimented me on the fragrance I was wearing. Easing to the floor, I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs, tucking myself away from the harsh reality that someone, somewhere is watching my every move.….

~ Two weeks later ~

“Girl, I finally read that blog you posted, are you fucking crazy?”

“Bitch I might be,” I joked as I dug into my purse then spread my gloss across my lips. My best friend Chara was still looking at me with her eyebrow arched, waiting for me to take her assertion seriously. Like always, I waved her curiosity off and continued grooming my face. I had said what I had said, and that was that. After peeling her eyes off me, Chara smacks her lips, “You really ruffled some feathers with this one. You know everybody Loves K-Swift.”

“Not as much as they love Lyricz. Swift done had his lil thirty seconds of fame, now he can go sit down somewhere.”

“I’m just saying, that post was a bit of a stretch.”

“ain’t nothing wrong with a good stretch, gets the blood flowing.”

“I knew you were a big fan of Lyricz, but damn.”

“Chile, I’m obsessed. I fell in love when he dropped that first album. I mean, how could you not love Lyricz? He doesn’t make all that crazy ass murder music like a lame ass rapper; he makes music that actually teaches. He speaks to his people and in every song I’ve ever heard from him, there’s always some degree of resolute. He doesn’t just rap, he promotes change.”

“Yeah, I love him too. And you’re right, he’s built totally different.”

“Right. but anyways, you ready to go in?”

“Yup, I’m ready.”

We approach the door and flash our ID’s, then we make it over to our regular tables. Like clockwork, one of my favorite songs by Lyricz starts playing from the DJ booth. Singing along, I feel my insides tickle and my mouth starts to water. “shhhh,” I put my index finger to my mouth when I see Chara’s lips part. She knows better than anybody that I hate being interrupted when I’m singing a song, especially a song by Lyricz. Next thing I know I’m on my feet, swaying to the music. “The DJ says someone wants to talk to you,” Chara eases her lips toward my ear and whispers, “he’s over there in that corner.”

“Is it Kane again? I told ya’ll I’m done with him, so he can just give it a...”

“It’s not Kane,” She says staring over my shoulder, “Come here.”

Chara interlocks her elbows with mine and we slide back into our seats. From afar, a group of guys at a nearby table linger in the darkness, facing us and bobbing their heads. Slightly jolted, I fight to elude the energy gravitating toward me as Chara and I take back a few shots of Jose Quevo.

I could feel someone watching me, and when I glance over at the table of gentlemen still hidden in the darkness, I notice one of them who although barely visible, stood out from the others. I scan the area around him until I find the white of his eyes. He’s leaned to the side in his seat, and he seems to be concentrating on me. My assertions are confirmed when he tilts his head then rolls his index finger toward himself repeatedly.

“Girl, I’m not going over there.” I say to Chara

“Anyway, he should be coming to you.”

The DJ’s voice breaks through my consciousness, startling me lightly, “Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the stage, “He looks over in my direction, “M-Bleu.”

Shit I forgot I signed up to perform tonight. and he would call me, of all people, to go up first. I take one more shot, then I walk upon the stage and ease to the center, “hello everybody, I’m M-Bleu, and I’m going to perform a poem I wrote called “Trapped.” I take a deep breath and just let the words flow into the mic. When it was over, I slid back into my seat next to Chara, “Whew,” I let out a huge sigh, “that felt good.”

“I guess he thinks so too.”

I look up to see the outline of a man separate from the darkness, and as the space between us closes my heart does a back flip, landing in the pit of my stomach. Instantly the butterflies began to flutter, “Oh my God,” I say as his face finally comes to light, “Oh My ---.” I grab onto Chara’s pant leg and squeeze as he steps in front of me and reaches for my hand. When I reach back, he gently tugs me upward and out of my seat, “Can we talk?” He asks with no hesitation.

“uh, yeah,” I stutter out the words, having no clue of what to say next.

“So, tell me something good.” He looks into my eyes as though he was calling my soul to rise. Trying to control my breaths, I stutter again, “I, I don’t know what to say.”

“hmmm,” he rests his chin between his index finger and thumb, “You had so much to say in your blog. Why don’t you say all that to my face…”

Heartbeat, racing. Body, trembling. My mind - on a trip to neverland.

“Well,” I say with no further ado, “I’m your biggest fan, and I think about you all the time.”

“Oh yeah?"

“yeah. I’m so proud of you.”

“Is that right?” he folds his arms across his chest, looking down into my eyes, “I’m proud of you too.” The wetness spreading in my panties caused my flower to throb, and my heart followed suit. Amazed to be in the presence of such a legend, I snap back into consciousness, “Why?”

“You’re good at everything you do. Your writing is impeccable – You remind me of me. I read your book, ‘Diamond rings,’ and it really made me think.”

“About?”

“Spending some time with you.”

No he fucking didn’t. Standing before me, winner of seventeen grammy awards and counting, 75 hit singles manifesting, and a face that makes me want to swallow him whole. Lyricz can literally have any woman he wants, so why would he want to spend time with me?

“are you spoken for?” his voice breaks the silence, causing my jaw to pop up.

“Uh, no…. not any—”

“Can I speak for you?”

Without hesitation, “Yes,” I respond, glancing back at Chara who was snapping pictures and posting them to her Instagram. Two more steps toward me almost put his lips to mine. I shivered at the surrealness of the situation, “Whatever you want.” I tell him with my warming face covered in a smile and my eyes watching his lips as he speaks, “then follow me.”

***

If you’ve never cuddled with your favorite artist, and if you've never been chased around by him in his 5-story mansion as you sneak random pictures of each other – you’re truly missing out. Lyricz took his time with me like no man has ever done before. The soundtrack to our connection was laced with every one of my favorite songs from Jamie Foxx to Usher – even Lyricz himself. How did he know? Was this just a coincidence? Song after song he held me and caressed me and tapped my body with his lips from head to toe. At times, it almost seemed like he was in some type of trance.

Days flew by. It felt like I was in heaven and Lyricz was my God – making sure he’d cater to my every waking need and want. I did the same for him and took pride in the fact that he could be anywhere else or with anyone else in this world, but he was here with me. Every worry I had fled me; I felt so safe, so wanted, so caught up in his presence. We shared the type of intimacy in which penetration could never compare. I didn’t want it to ever end and apparently, neither did he.

“Tell me a poem,” he said one day as he hovered over me with his hands wrapped around the arm rests of his leather recliner. I felt him in so many ways, but I wanted to feel him for real. He then reached down and pushed on the lever, and he gently crashed onto me as I leaned back. As he stared into my eyes, I started reciting a poem I had written months ago - inspired by him, “My body is full of excitement. You pull me in close, my temperatures rise. You kiss me and the feeling brings tears to my eyes…”

Lyricz kisses me softly and lets me continue, “it’s amazing how my body is full with electricity as you pull me in close, giving me a surge of your energy….” He licks his lips and runs his palm down my body, stopping at my breast. Gently, he squeezes, “Keep going,” he says in a lowered tone.”

“…. oh how I love this feeling, you’re really into me; mentally, emotionally….” I smile and wink, “……physically. You electrocute my body gently. Then suddenly my body full of excitement as you take over my soul….” He nibbles my earlobe and groans, "ummmmm… keep going ma.”

“….. your rhythm intensifies the chills down my spine, and I finally lose control.”

“You wanna lose control?” he asks, biting his bottom lip

“Yes.”

“you want to feel a surge of my energy?”

“yes.”

The second he started tasting my lips, I slid out of my panties and lifted up the dress he had bought me days prior. My eyes trail the chocolate tone of his chest, stopping below his belly button as Lyric slides on a condom then eases inside of my love cavern. Every inch of my skin rattled with pleasure as he hissed in my ear, “Sssh, ooooh.” Using his thumbs, he spread my southern lips apart, calling my pearl tongue to his attention.

Then he kissed my inner thigh, and it made my entire lower pelvis jerk, “oooh” he whispered again. With each kiss he placed near my watering flower, my lower region throbbed, squeezing him tightly inside. As he began to stroke me, his face took on a distortion that whispered untold stories to my spirit. But his next words caused my heart to thump against my chest, “you feel better than I ever imagined Mallory,” he moaned.

Wait, how does he know my real name?

“Wait,” I said with my palms on his chest and my body overwhelmed with a rolling pleasure I could never explain, “Lyricz.”

“say my name again,” he demanded, a wicked smile growing across his melting face, “What’s my name?”

“Lyricz,” I whimpered and writhed in pleasured, “Wait.”

“for what?” he asked rhetorically, "I can't wait anymore." The tone of his voice was pleading and humble, yet stroke after stroke he whispered in my ear, “You know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Huh?

The feeling spreading across my body halted my words. It felt so good, it was debilitating. My toes and fingertips started to tickle, and then a switch deep in the lower part of my stomach flicked. Going temporarily blind, I could almost see my brains when my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Sing to me,” Lyricz demanded. As he pushed himself deeper inside me, a trace of drool left his lips and slid down my thigh, “Sing.”

“ooh, ahhh…..Lyricz - kill it” the song came to tongue as I felt him knock against my G-Spot. I looked up to see his pupils disappear and when they returned, his eyes were full of tears, “I’m coming for you.” He cried. In that exact moment the note I’d found on my door a few weeks earlier flashed in my mind

‘I’m coming for you.’

I had read the note with a sense of impending doom before balling it up and throwing it into the pile with the other notes. Reality struck me like a waking dream. The rush was both euphoric and frightening. Panic came to heart as I recalled the prints of fresh, muddy footsteps leading to my front door, proceeded by the fleeting scent of Dior cologne which was now wafting up my nose with each of his thrusts.

Lyricz stared into my eyes, “mine,” He repeated stroke after stroke as we sang our ooohs and ahhs in unison. No doubt this was the wildest summer fling ever, and I was lost in the mystery of it all as Lyricz continue to own me, “mine…. mine… mine....”

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,

This fictional short story was inspired by my muse, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth AKA K-Dot. It took me about an hour to write this, and it felt good to put this story together. I came up with story one day while listening to his song, "love" - I imagined he was singing it to me, and the rest is history!!

I hope you enjoyed reading this fan fiction story just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sincerely Yours,

Anetta Tiquila/M-Bleu