I was 16 when I found myself back in Michigan with my mom, after getting kicked out of my Dad’s house in California by my stepmom. Trust me, I didn’t do anything crazy, and evil Stepmom’s are real. Anywho, here I am back home after 3 years. Oh, forgot to mention, mom doesn’t know I got kicked out. I just finished an amazing 10th grade year, summer was hear, and it was time for my yearly visit, when things went left. Now here I am telling mom 3 weeks to a month after being home, that I’m not going back. Why did it take so long you say!?! Well I was holding on to hope. My Dad and Stepmom were in constant contact with me, trying to force me to redo something I had done twice already in order for them to let me come back. After a month of that, I was fed up, and just decided to stay where I was. Hence me telling my mom. To say she was shocked is an understatement. She just knew I was gone forever like my sister, and to be honest so did I. She immediately got to work and enrolled me in school for the upcoming year, and boy I was not expecting what I walked into. I got way too comfortable in California. Anyway, let’s not skip the good stuff. The Summer I moved back home, was the best one of my life at that time. You see, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere, unless it was to families, if that. I had two friends that I could only see at school, ergo no social life outside of my love, track. Therefore, 16 was the beginning of my social life, which is why I began here.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vanessa, I’m 5’0”, 130lbs, have dark brown coily hair that reaches below my shoulders when straightened. I’m what people consider a red or yellow bone, depending on who’s saying it. I’m 21, and have yet to find my other half, and yes I am looking. I know I’m still young, but I’ve always dreamed of having someone to love, since my first crush Chris, I was his not the other way around lol, asked me for my first kiss. I was 6, and he was 7. All our parents were still together at that time, so I’m sure we learned this from them. My sister was playing with his, and I was playing with him, like we usually do, and have done since we came into this world. On this particular day, he brought me to the side of the house to play in the dirt, like we always do. Yes I’m a tomboy. Give me a tree, wall, or dirt, and I’m climbing, jumping and building or creating. Since I already jumped over the wall to get to him, it was building time. As we are creating a lovely mess, he grabs my hand taking me behind a bush. I figured he wanted to rip it up to add to our beautiful mess, but what he did next surprised me. Before I tell you what happened, let me tell you a little bit about Chris. You already know we are close in age, he is taller, and wider then me. He also doesn’t talk much, because he stutter’s really bad. So not many people have heard him speak, but I have, and only when he realizes I can’t figure out what he wants, which is not often. Hence me letting him pull me everywhere, and only he could. I definitely wasn’t this nice to everyone else, so he held a special place in my tiny heart. Back behind the bush he grabs my face as I’m tearing into the bush, to get me to focus on him. He opens his mouth to speak, which takes him quite a while, so I stand there patiently waiting, with his dirty hands on my face. C, ccccc, the frustration evident on his face. Ccccccan, alright 1 down not sure how many to go. Ccan Iiii, kkkkkk, he is nervous for some reason, which is making it harder for him to speak. So I try to guess this word, and maybe if I do we can get back to the dirt. Kick, you want to kick, he shakes his head no. Keep I say, he shakes his head no, and I can see the frustration, as I try to guess, so I stop. After a few more minutes he finally gets it out. Kiss is the word he has been searching for. Me being me, for him, I said of course, and his little lips met mine. Now, I have no clue how long we were behind that bush after that, but all I know is I was snatched up off the ground by my sister, and dragged all the way home, her fussing at me the short distance home. I just knew I was in trouble from the way she was acting and I was scared, and itchy from the grass, but she just stripped me down and threw me in the tub. I’m not 100% sure she told on me or not because or parents never said anything, but as I got older my mom made a lot of comments about kissing being bad, and leading to pregnancy, so maybe she did. Anyway, my friendship with Chris continued growing strong, that was our first and last kiss, cause we weren’t about to test our sister’s patience, and when I was 7, we moved and I never saw him again. Compared to all my relationships as an adult, the best and last one I had was when I was with him. Sad, I know. Which brings us to present day.

Background: My name is Tia Owen, and I have been married to my husband for 13 years. You would think after all this time the sparks would be gone, but they have just gotten stronger. Now, the sparks did dim for quite some time but when the flame grew from the sparks, it never dimmed down again. We have 3 kids, that we love, and can’t stand, but they are so amazing. Our oldest is 12, and youngest 5. Won’t give you much more info then that, since this isn’t about my tribe. I am what one would consider to be a natural beauty, but due to being bullied growing up, that’s just something I don’t see. Therefore, I am oblivious to any attention I receive outside of my husband. Especially since no one outside of him has ever told me that, and family doesn’t count. I am currently on a mission to win my game of seduction with my husband, so I can get what I want. Anywho, he is currently staring at me from across the room where I left him to venture into the small crowd. Neither of us taking our eyes off of each other. As I walk I make subtle gestures, touching my thigh here and there, running my hand down my neck to my chest ever so slowly, but not in a way like I look like I’m out right groping myself. I continue to walk around as he still stands where I left him, never taking his eyes off of me. That was until a woman stood in front of me, blocking my view. We are at an upscale event, and I remember to be polite. Focusing on this woman I look into her eyes, smile, and ask, can I help you? She looks a little agitated, but takes a breath and ask me if I could stop seducing my husband, because I have grabbed a few other husbands attention. I laughed, because that was just unbelievable to me. In my mind no other man wanted me except my husband so i didn’t believe this woman, especially looking at how beautiful she is. I move to the left to see him, she moved with me, I moved to the right, she did too. I sigh out of frustration. I was this close to breaking him, and now I’m losing the momentum I gained. He started this game tonight, and I was determined to win. Realizing she was not going to let me get back to tormenting my husband, I managed to focus on the woman before me as best I could. “I’m sorry but I doubt your husband would be focusing on me with you around”. She stares at me dumbfounded and now I’m really confused. She begins to tell me how beautiful I am and I just have to stop her right there. I grab her hair and tell her how beautiful it is, I grab her tits, and tell her how nice they are, and they are definitely real, I grab her waist and walk around her and she has a nice ass, which I compliment. “Now I don’t know you so I can’t speak of your intelligence, but you don’t seem too dumb to me, your gorgeous and have a banging body, so there is no way your husband will be looking at me”. She is looking at me like she is in shock and I realize what I just did. I just want her out the way, and I ended up treating her like I would a family member or friend. “You just groped me”, she says. I immediately apologize, letting her know I was just pointing out her amazing features, I didn’t mean anything by it, i am only interested in my husband. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to win this game with my husband, as I look at my watch, and unfortunately I have now lost two minutes talking to you. So now I have to kick it up a notch to get back where I was”. Due to my naivety, only having eyes for my husband and him for me, not seeing how my natural beauty and tiny frame actually made me stand out in a crowd of what I perceived to be gorgeous models, I really believed what I told her. So I focused back on my task of seducing my husband. She didn’t seem upset that I just unintentionally sexually assaulted her, she got out of my way, and I immediately found his eyes. I slowly walk to a chair, moving smoothly amongst the crowd, grabbing a drink before sitting down. I sit down and take my eyes off my husband, looking down as I cross my feet at the ankles, then rest my hands on the table as I look up to my glass. Grabbing my glass, I take I sip, and a little misses my mouth sliding down my lip towards my chin. I try to quickly catch it with my thumb, sliding it up my chin, across my lips and into my mouth, sucking it off my thumb. I look at my husband as he tries to suppress his laugh, as I give him a small glare. He knows that wasn’t intentional, I was just trying not to waste a drop of liquor. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, that little gesture grabbed a few others attention. I come at him hard, uncrossing my legs from my ankles, lifting my leg to cross it over the other to show a bit of thigh, not realizing a gave him and a few others a little peak of my goodies. I slide my hand down my stomach, letting it settle on the exposed skin of my thigh. I look into his eyes and see his head is back in the game. He has to make a decision. Now is the time to see if he will win or will I.