Crystal Evans, the strong one!

He said My love came easy... 

He didn't know me well. He did not know how hard it is for me to let a man get close to me. He didn't understand how special he is, he couldn't begin to comprehend the utter uniqueness of his personality. An eclipse of destiny that transpires every once in a while for the strong woman where she lets her guard down and allow one preferred male inside her world. 

It looked easy to him but love, in its realness and sincerity is suppose to happen as naturally as a creek flowing into a larger tributary. Real love is like a drug, a headlong plunge off a cliff on the windy side of a peninsula. You don't know what happened until your face is stung from the slap of the water below you. Then you are drowning, tussling to keep afloat the turbulent waves of emotions. Funny enough, you can choose to ride the waves and wait for the calm of the sea or you may opt to let go... And drown... 

It's funny how people by making simple off hand remarks reveal the depth and veracity of life. In those few words I found a new maxim. I never thought I loved easy. I mean if he asked the numerous men I've turned down, eluded, the number of men in the friend zone hoping one day to be my first draft pick, the men  who I outright rejected for one reason or another then he would understand that my love don't come easy. It never did, for him maybe? But then he is another story... 

He is... He just doesn't know it. I mean every woman struggles to make the right decision about the man she just met. Some men don't really get it easier than others. I believe some men are simply more persistent, committed to getting close to the strong woman than others. The ones who did not get her cookie simply showed their true colours too early or gave up too quickly. 

I believe the strong women like myself try super hard to make it work for it's disheartening to know that after you have held out this long, you gave your love to the wrong person. It does happen in many cases, persistent bad boys turn strong women into hard and bitter women,  forcing them back into their shells like a turtle. And so like a turtle you make a slow paced move back to the starting line.  

And sometimes you are lucky enough to get a guy who is really interested and only to destroy him with your insecurities. 

Woman Scorned 

Copyright © 2015

Crystal Evans 

Preview on Amazon March 15, 2015 

The Dating Factor

What makes dating complicated is that different people have different values. While you might think an education makes you valuable, a man who is seeking a trophy wife, as in his partner has to be as gratifying as his house or his car then having an education would not factor as important to him. A man looking for a trophy wife would be more interested in appearances than personality. 

Just as how a lot of women would never date a man whom she despises regardless of how much money he has because him money is not really an important variable especially if she is getting her own. When people like you, hooking up is very easy, comes naturally but if you have to be jumping through hoops to get someone's attention then the feelings may not be mutual. 

You can over analyse sometimes but when a dating situation frustrates you, causing you sleepless nights you are definitively chasing someone who is running away from you. A relationship this stressful in its formative stage is bound to be toxic when it matures. They say good things don't come easy but some things are better off leaving alone. 

Online Dating is another factor. Someone who is not cognizant of your physical appearance will be reluctant to text or communicate since he hopes not to build up hopes on someone he might not like. Another consideration goes out to love interest who are already in a committed relationship. Cheating is a serious business and this person probably does not cheat unless they find someone worthy and maybe just maybe you are not worthy enough. 

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Ghetto Slam Steamy Sex excerpt

STEAMY EXCERPT FROM CRYSTAL EVANS' NEW NOVEL GHETTO SLAM

COPYRIGHT 2014

Get it online and in store October 2014


‪#‎STEAMY‬ EXCERPT FROM CRYSTAL EVANS' NEW NOVEL ‪#‎GHETTO‬ SLAM
‪#‎COPYRIGHT‬ 2014
‪#‎Get‬ it online and in store October 2014
Kitty leaned into the strong body of the twenty one year old who was the culprit of many a sleepless nights thinking about his enormous package. He was there in front of her, not a figment of her imagination anymore and even though he was not as handsome as she envisioned him, the aura he gave off augmented the sexual chemistry between them
He peered down at her, an amused look on his face. Some women would have been intimidate by his big burly look but not Kitty. She thought about how a man like him would have been feared and revered in medieval times for this tall, bulky appearance. He would have made a grand warrior, big and brave like Hercules.
She trailed his dark brown lips with her hand. There was something unmistakably alluring about him. It was true that when you genuinely connected with someone,even their physical flaws are appealing. Kitty would never admit that she found a big belly, hairy face and knock knees attractive.
She crooned, gazing up into his handsome face. " So tell me what does it feel like being all the way up there."
He snapped his neck back and his lips pulled back into smile that exposed big white teeth. He could fell a tree with them. He asked in a low drawl " A just me height you love?"
Kitty lips curled into a seductive smile. " No!"
He fingered her hair and albeit he looked somewhat reluctant. Kitty knew he was worried about screwing the Councillor's wife and needed assurance. He was a big boy but Kitty knew she was looking into the eyes of a child.
He was a shy boy but those feral eyes betrayed a seething danger that could be aroused by a measurable offence.. Kitty took the box out of her pocket and handed him the G-Shock watch. He took it with his long fingers and Kitty thought about how those fingers would feel inside of her.
He laughed and examined the Watch like a prepubescent boy looking at a new Toy.
Kitty asked. " You can take it home? I thought long and hard about buying it cause I wasn't sure. Don't want you to have any problems at home"
Gary gazed into her eyes and Kitty maintained contact. A mutual understanding passed between them and he smiled, never looking away. Kitty shuddered, this soul searching was melting her "like butter inna morning sun"
He was not a dumb boy and he was good at what he did. Kitty knew instantly how he got that pretty girl to commit to him. He exuded a level of sincerity that most modern men lack. He was not just the type of man who used money, he had immeasurable charm, he listened and he responded. When he thinks you are scolding him, he makes penance. This horse could still be broken and if he ever crossed Kitty, she would not hesitate to throw him off like the Jockey he was.
Kitty touched her lips against his lightly and jumped back at how he quickly and aggressively shoved his tongue into her mouth. He wiped his mouth and kitty not wanting him to misinterpret her gesture, reassured him. " No not like that Big tongue! Am gonna teach you some things and then you gonna go home and teach your little girlfriend."
He chuckled and Kitty leaned into his big strong chest. "Follow my lead. Big boy"
Kitty licked his lips. He smiled and she gently bit his bottom lip, tugging it softly. His eyes darkened and pupil's contracted. Kitty ran her tongue across his inner lip, barely brushing his teeth. She gave him three, short, consecutive kisses and then plunged her tongue into his mouth. She found his tongue slippery and course, the dance in her Buccal Cavity left her wet and horny. She thrust her hands into his pants and found the half-hard, heavy piece of flesh folded. She massaged it and he deepened the kiss.
Kitty opened her eyes to check his face and his eyes were open, gauging her response and she closed her eyes so that he could have his fill of her. Kitty moved over to stoop atop him in the driver seat. She unzipped his pants and took out the giant member that flew out like an escapee from prison.
Kitty ran her tongue alongside its cylindrical side, he gasped and she took its head in the mouth and twirl her tongue around it. She gave his penis cat-like kisses and at intervals slobbered all over it like a dog. She worked her snake like tongue and sent tremors through his young, strong body.
Kitty did not remember her panties coming off. He must have removed them when she was kissing his sword for she felt his long fingers stroking her wet Pum Pum. She kneed before his gun and wiped the Rifle clean.
In two, swift, fluidic motions he was on top of Kitty and sinking his large phallus inside of her tight sheath. Kitty convulsed as a paroxysm of pleasure consumed her and within minutes they collapse on the driver's seat, languid and wet. Kitty was on cloud nine.
He said in a husky voice. "That was interesting!"
Kitty shot him an angry look and he heaved himself off her knocking his head on the roof of the Jeep before planting a wet kiss on her forehead. He took a pack of wipes out of the Glove compartment box and handed them to Kitty as he wiped himself up. Kitty was embarrassed and cleaned his sex fluids off her body in a chilling silence.
The reality of what took place dawn on her. She screwed this twenty one year old in his Harrier Jeep on the Housing Scheme her husband was developing. What kind of woman did that? Now he probably saw her as a woman who sucked little boy's dicks and bought them gifts. A respectable woman being slammed in a Jeep on some abandoned road by a little hype boy. Kitty glanced at his dick and she wanted more. He gave her a longing look and smiled. He knew he had done his job well. That dick took Kitty places Tom could never reach and she wanted more. He gave her a derisive look and Kitty confirmed that he knew the power of his sexual prowess. He grinned and Kitty looked away for tears threatened to brim her eyelids. She was a grown woman acting like a horny teenager. She hurriedly dressed while he sat in his seat checking the messages on his phone. Kitty was just another name in his little Ghetto ass black book. She shrugged and said in a clipped, officious tone.
" Am ready, please take me to my car!"
He threw her a fleeting glance and dropped the phone on his lap. "No problem, Miss Big Woman" he replied in a sardonic tone. Kitty smiled, she would rather be caught dead than let him see how much his after sex indifference ruffled her feathers. She was a boss chick and even though his dick game was un par, ain't no way he was gonna make a fool out of her

Ghetto Slam BookExcerpt by Crystal Evans

Draft from New Book
Ghetto Slam Draft
Copywritten so dont copy me
Copyright Crystal Evans 2014

The sweet melody of dance hall music emanated from Strawberry Hill and the slender bodies of females strew the sidewalks, faces dolled up, animated, scanning the promenading vehicles for a companion for the night. In these streets girls treated sex like a handshake and men were only interested in getting ahead in life, literally. Bitches readily exchanged tongue titillation for five thousand dollar platforms. For the right price, girls would be in love. Iggy Azaela best called it Head over Heels.

Popular men stood at the bar and cliques of female a few feet apart orchestrated stealth espionage on the latest money prey. The brave one even in the face of uncertainity will strut over, sticking her ass out for a boss chick knows how to flirt without ever making herself appear desperate or easy. These Niggas might not have degrees in human behaviour but they can spot a thirsty chick from a mile off. Some niggas are slow and you sometimes have to dangle your vagina before them for them to get the hint, then if he is stupid he will lap that shit up like Hennessy.

If a nigga has money, good social clout and great reference on his dick game then even the bossiest of chicks will wait her turn. She will express her interest, give a little and retain some for to make a nigga know you going crazy over his dick even when "it a mad you" is relationship suicide. Some girls get this game of tangle free relationships, others basically go to the Dance Hall to drool, lining up to give some undeserving nigga head. They show up for every pot cover that knocked, pouting lips,rubbing their nipples on outstretch hands and touching men's shoulders to test it's strength, thinking about how these dude's penis must hang between their legs rocking to and fro like a pendulum.

You couldn't keep a man tuned into you if you were not talking about sex. Men were concerned with two things, sex and money. If you were not offering either then you might as well waltz over to where the other wallflowers stood, ogling the assortment of men in matching abercombie slippers.

Ghetto Slam is not primarily about sex, it the ambiance of the sexual scenario, an unleashing of sexual energy. It is carnal and torrid, as provocative as the Wimbledon movement Popcaan discussed in his Fall In Love tune. Wimbledon was that jerking of the ass, rapid shuffling of the buttocks against a man in the doggy style position.

Excerpt from New Novel Night Nurse

Excerpt from book Night Nurse 

Copyright © Crystal Evans 

Excerpt 

Apple had a wheatish complexion with her face being somewhat pallor. Her soft brown breasts spilled over her bra cups taunting men like two melons beckoning a vegan. Her vagina peeped from behind the V shaped laced front thong and her two batty pegs did a wobbly dance against each other as she paced back and forth in the seedy nightclub in a skin tight girdle ensemble. She had the prettiest pussy in the club, it hoisted above the margin of her legs like two hog seed from a back shot position and was clean shave, same colour as her legs with a silver vagina ring running through her clitoris that drew attention like a billboard on a light post. 

The club reeked of incense that killed the smell of weed, fuck and liquor. It was a run down building in the midst of Kingston, on the back road where respectable men took their Downtown Girlfriends and came for the occasional ghetto slam.  Men would be seen filing in and out of the club twenty four hours like an ATM and the Go-Gos came out in full swing to get some air in the daylight. 

It was a sight to behold, variety on top of variety of bodies from scrawny to mampy, every flavor of the week, different sizes and shapes for every male folk. In the daylight the bleacher's skin was not as pretty as it appeared last night under the disco lights nor is her face appealing without the lace wig. Wigs were available in every colour imaginable, for some women GoGo dancing was family career since mothers and daughters can often be found dancing at the same club.

It was not Fiction or Usain Bolts Tracks and Records, you did not need any status to be admitted to this makeshift sex shop. The cheap carpet had more holes in it than a test picture at a gun range, the sofas were scuffed with weed and cigarette burnt and the stools had seen more sexcapades than a porn director. The air was underneath the musky scent of smoke, a suffocating blanket of cheap colognes and condoms strew the outer back of the club like elongated balloons on display, some stuck to a piece of wood, others folded and with liquid still running from its circular entrance, paraded the sins of the night world for all to see