Waisted Story: Night Time Routine with Baby Girl

“Mom, why do you wear these?”

My 6-year old points to my new TeMi Beads waistbeads during our nighttime routine. I had noticed her checking them out and knew the question was coming. She’s my overthinker so it takes a while but I habe learned to definitely expect the questions. 

“They are my reminders.”

Her head cocked to the side tells me that’s not a good enough explanation. I take her hand and place it gently on my beads. 

“They remind me that I’m beautiful. That I am worth everything that I have and want. That I am capable and can work hard to get it. They tell me when I have eaten too much. And ummm...daddy likes them too.”

“All of THAT!” Will they remind me to do my homework? Can I get some?”

I had to laugher at all her questions. I could get her some TeMi Beads waistbeads because they would help her develop self-love and confidence. Some African children are waisted as babies. But I did not feel like talking about it tonight. It was way past her bedtime.

“Darling, let’s talk about you getting some later. I will remind you to get your homework done. ”

Waisted Story: House Wife

It had been another long day and the house was finally quiet. Homework was done, the toys had been put away, and my boisterous children were finally tucked in their beds. I truly love them but lately, I prefer the sound of their snores.

My hands were deep in soap suds trying to clear the kitchen sink of the dinner pans and plates.

Javier’s arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled my neck.

“I love you. Thank you for being so amazing.”

These are the moments that make all the hard work worth it. Love, appreciation, and the consistent spanks are good reasons. I smile because I can feel his strength and warmth. We finish washing and putting away the dishes together. Once the kitchen is clean, he holds my hand, and pulls me out while turning off the lights.

“A night cap is waiting in the office.”

I LOVE the office. It is where goals are set, work is done, and business is conducted. It is sound proofed with a small section where the pull-out sofa proudly sits. If furniture could talk, that sofa would have a lot to say.

There was a chilled bottle of wine waiting to be enjoyed. We settled on the sofa, talked about our day, and drank wine. Our winding down was intentional, and we tried to do this every other day. Having busy jobs, running businesses, and the children could easily keep us away from each other. These moments allowed us to stay connected and ensure we were on the same pages for all our goals, both individually and as a couple.

“You need some new TeMi Beads waistbeads.”

That statement was quite unexpected. I had recently started wearing TeMi Beads waistbeads as a mindful tool. They have helped me to fall in love with my body, commit to taking care of myself, and discover my feminine energy. After 3 children, I had been struggling with my new body, role as mom, and felt like I was losing my identity. My waistbeads help with my daily affirmations, make me feel so sexy and allow me to walk around with that ‘bad bitch’ energy. Javier was originally intrigued by them but now loves them. They act like a mating call for him and he cannot help touching them (and my body) any chance he gets.

“You think so?”

“I know so. I ordered some more for you.”

I giggled because there would be two purple TeMi Beads packages being delivered soon. We would both so enjoy tying all the waistbeads on me. I decided to keep that information as a surprise.

I leaned in to place soft kisses on his cheeks and lips.

“Thank you.”

They started off as lingering kisses to demonstrate my appreciation for his gift and acknowledgement of my waisted journey. The mood shifted and the kisses became more urgent. Hands roamed to rediscover body parts that had been ignored all day. And I reveled in his need to touch me.

“Straddle me.”

The groaned words were accompanied by his encouraging nudges.

I got off the sofa instead. To take off my tank top and shorts. I stood before him in just my TeMi Beads waistbeads. And watched him take deep breaths. My gaze went lower to his straining penis. He had it in his hand and was gently stroking as he watched me undress. He was so hard and I needed him in me.

I straddled him and his arms wrapped around me to keep me in place. His face nuzzled the gap between my breasts. Then his mouth went searching for my nipples. He took his time paying homage, licking, sucking, and lightly biting each one. I was slick in no time and ready to wrap my muscles around his steel hardness.

I took him in my hand and carefully slid down. Breathing deeply with each thick inch I enveloped. If Heaven did not include this kind of pleasure, leave me with the aliens. When I was fully seated, I placed my forehead on his and we both exhaled. He was holding on to my TeMI Beads waistbeads as we both got used to the carnality of being joined.

Then I started to move. Slowly rocking on him while he controlled my movement as best as he could. We stared at each other while reiterating promises we made. To communicate and share our thoughts and feelings honestly. To stay committed and focused on our goals. To raise well-rounded children who would make an impact on the world. To be great humans and lovers.

The intimacy was heightened by the words and promises we shared.

“I love you. I will always love you.”

His words revved the emotions and I started moving faster. At some point, he lifted me off him. I was kneeling on the couch and he entered me from behind. He used my TeMi Beads waistbeads to hold me down while he pounded into me. I held on tight to the couch as I gloried in the loss of control. The orgasm ripped through both of us, and we collapsed into a tangled, sweaty mass.

When our breathing slowed down, his fingers started playing with my TeMi Beads waistbeads and he pulls me closer.

“Have I told you how much I like that I can control you with these?”

I could feel him getting hard again and shivered in anticipation.

Waisted Story: Home From Work

Fola trudged to the front door. It had been a particularly rough week at work and he was so glad that it was finally Friday. This post- covid back to work business was certainly not working for him. When he opened up the door, the sight before him stopped in his tracks

Gone was the exhaustion and he heard three sounds simultaneously. The thud of his bag on the floor, the tinkle of his keys, and the soft snick of the door as it locked behind him. 

In front of him, Lola was bent over the couch, wearing those newfangled TikTok leggings. AND she had on some TeMi Beads waistbeads. She looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively.

“How was your day?”

He couldn’t say a word. His feet took him towards her and his hands could not decide what to touch first. Then a voice in his head said, “Dude, that’s why you got two hands”. 

Each hand went on a mission. One to check out the leggings and the other to gently grip her waistbeads. He leaned forward to whisper,

“My Friday is about to end on an amazing note, babe”. 

Waisted Story: Late Work Night

I was spending another evening at work. A Friday evening at that. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. Till it gets busy. And this week, it was crazy busy. I also admit to having control issues so I don’t delegate as well as I should. But that’s a different issue. Let’s just dwell on the fact that I was at work late. Again.

“One more hour, babe. You can do this!” I was mumbling to myself again. I tended to do that to hype myself up and refocus when I found myself lagging. Even though I knew it was likely going to be 2 more hours.

I reviewed another set of documents and realized that I didn’t have everything I needed. A quick search on the laptop and I concluded that I needed to go to the file room. Add 30 minutes to those 2 hours.

On my way back to my office, I heard soft music playing from another office down the hallway. I thought I was the last one here and curiously went to investigate.

The music was coming from the new CEO’s office. The company had hired him about 3 months ago. He seemed like a good organizational decision and already made some headway into changing the toxic culture. I had heard good things but I tried to stay out of his way. After meeting him, I made a concerted effort to always avoid him. It was written on my board as a daily reminder. Avoid David!

I had shaken his hand and felt a frisson of energy transfer. Our eyes met and I saw the same confusion bloom into interest on his face. He smiled and showed off his dimples. It was in that moment that I knew he could be the sexual death of me if I allowed him. I’m a sucker for dimples! So I immediately pulled away and mumbled a ‘Nice to meet you and welcome to the company’ line. It didn’t help that he preferred that we all use his first name. I couldn’t even Mr. him. Of course he remains professional but the way he looks at me sometimes shakes my inner womanly core. Whew! It’s probably how I look at pecan pie.

David was FINE! Tall, dark and handsome. With a gravelly deep voice you could listen to for days. He could sell anything with his voice. I was glad for the minutes because I could never seem to hear what he said during meetings. All I heard were sentences like, “Come here and take these notes” while I imagined him stroking his dick. Or “Pull up your skirt and sit on my face” as we sat in the boardroom. I had a bad reaction to his presence so I tried hard to stay in my lane and do my job. The company has a strict no-fraternization policy and I have bills to pay.

I started to backtrack but guess I was not as quiet as I thought. I heard him walking to the door even as he called out, “Who’s out there?”

“It’s Ayesha.” The words almost stuck in my throat when I took my first look at him. His jacket was off, tie was undone, and he had loosened a few buttons of his cream shirt. I knew I had to be drooling a little bit. My toes were certainly curled in the beautiful hallway rug as my shoes were safely under my desk. I wanted so badly to reach out and loosen the other buttons but I refrained from disgracing myself.

“Late work day for you too. Isn’t there someone waiting for you at home?”

“Yes it is. I wanted to finish working on some documents. I will let you get back to work.”

I turned around to run back to my office.

“Ayesha?”

“Yes, David?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

It took me a minute to figure out what he meant. But I feigned ignorance and cocked my head to the side. I really hoped he would let it go.

“I asked if there was someone waiting for you at home.”

“Not at this time.”

It was his turn to cock his head to the side. He leaned against the wall.

“Explain that to me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

He gets off the wall and slowly walks towards me. With intention.

“Ayesha, I know you felt the attraction when we met. Tell me you are in a relationship. That the reason you have been avoiding me is because you are in love with someone else. Tell me that I haven’t kept my hands off you for nothing.”

With each word, he came closer. Until we were shoes to toes. And I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

“I’m single but we can’t because the company policy…”

“So you feel this heat?”

I nodded because he was right on top of me. Too close not to.

“Fuck the company policy. I will quit if I have to.”

With those words, all bets were off. So were all items of clothing. I was quickly left standing in my TeMi Beads waistbeads.

I found myself up against the hallway wall, bent over the CEO chair (very comfortable), and screaming in pleasure lying on the visitor couch.

I don’t think I will ever complain about staying late in the office again.