One Iam

One Iam

Life is stranger than fiction.  We all travel a path to reach our destinations.  My destination was enlightenment.  My path, a Wanton Inquiry.  I didn't start preaching when I was 12, or none of that bullsh*t!  My life has been real.

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  • One Iam
    Published 16 days ago
    That Sweet Flower Scent

    That Sweet Flower Scent

    I was at work one day and a security guard brought me a note. He said it was from the wife of this guy that worked in the front office. She was on the security detail as well. I knew the guy in the front office, but I didn’t know his wife. I had seen her and told him that she was beautiful, and I’m sure he’s a happy man. He kind of looked at me and nodded as if to say, thank you, without saying thank you. It was sort of a Twilight Zone type look. The note said that she was collecting donations for some cause and she wanted to make a pitch at me. She asked could she have my phone number. I sent my phone number and later that day she called me. It turns out that she didn’t have anything to pitch at me other than herself. She said she thought I was attractive and she wanted to get to know me. We were on the first shift and her husband was on the second shift working in inventory control.
  • One Iam
    Published 16 days ago
    The Blacker the Berry

    The Blacker the Berry

    I’m on Candler Road shopping in the Service Merchandise store for a countertop microwave oven. This dark-skinned sister catches my eye. She’s a beautiful black sister. Her hair is done well. The whites of her eyes are clear with dark brown pupils. Her eyes make her look blacker. Her make up is flawless, the little that she wears. Her skin is radiant and her nails are perfectly polished on slender feminine hands. She’s wearing a skirt and jacket business suit with a blouse buttoned to the neck, stockings, and business type wide heel pumps to match. Her jewelry is carefully chosen to accent her hands and attire. She’s about 5’6” in height and a little under average weight for her height. She’s stunning and I’m just looking at her. She’s working as a manager in the store and I strike up a conversation with her about the microwave products they’re offering. When she begins to speak, her voice is warm feminine vocal tones with perfect diction, charm school level. When our eyes met we both sort of softly glanced away in sinful guilt for what we felt. I did purchase a microwave oven that day. I also returned to the store over the next weeks to see her under the guise of shopping. Her name tag said “Brigid” but I never addressed her by that name in the store. She seemed too professional to be on a first-name basis and I hadn’t told her my name although I’m sure she could feel I had an interest in her.
  • One Iam
    Published 23 days ago
    A Little Something on the Side

    A Little Something on the Side

    We found this strip club called Nikki’s on Stewart Ave and went in. It was just like we had heard, the sisters were butt-booty naked and popping pussy close in our faces. There were several sisters in the place, but this one sister really caught our attention. She was a pretty, tan-skin sister with long, black, dookie braids. She had nice breasts with perfect baby bottle nipples. Her waist was tight and small; it led to an incredible ass, powerful thighs, hamstrings, and calves. She was wearing a thin top with her stomach out and a G-string that disappeared in the crack of her fat ass. She had on combat boots and was drinking beer out of a long neck bottle. Edwin called her over to table dance for him, and while Edwin was looking at her fat pussy, she was bent over, looking back at me and winking. Her name was Adrienne. It was daytime, and the club was kind of slow, so Adrienne sat and talked with us for a while. I really liked her. She was street level and straight forward. Edwin and I left there and kicked it around Atlanta the rest of the day. That night, we went to a place called Fantasy Fare and they gave us a tour of the place. There were fine women, black and white, whips and chains, cages and nipple clamps for a price. It was the first time that I had seen a fully stocked sex dungeon.
  • One Iam
    Published 23 days ago
    Young and Tender

    Young and Tender

    My sister Katrina’s second son Nathan came down to Atlanta from Detroit to stay with me for a while. He had been getting into a little trouble in Detroit and we thought maybe a change of scenery and a little male mentoring could do him some good. Yeah, me as a mentor. I don’t have a criminal record. I go to work, take care of my family and have some experience from life that I could impart to him. Nathan is 18 years old. He’s dark-skinned, about 6’0” with a thick muscular build. I’m 39 at the time. He’s supposed to be finding employment, stacking a little money and starting school. Nathan is good company. We talk a lot, lift weights together and do a little partying on the weekends. The club we party at the most is Café Echelon in Stone Mountain. It’s a nice club with lots of pretty women.
  • One Iam
    Published 26 days ago
    Early Sexual History

    Early Sexual History

    I can remember my first day of grade school after I turned five years of age. My older sister, Sherry, was already in school, and I was excited about going myself. We got up that first day of school morning, and my mother helped us dress and fed us. Then we walked around to the school. She took Sherry to class first, and quickly headed around to my classroom with me. She talked to the teacher for a while, and I could hear the teacher tell her I was in good hands. They walked me over to one of the small tables where other children were seated, and sat me down. I was good right up until I realized my mother was leaving me there. When I realized that, I started crying like a baby, loud and I couldn’t stop. The teacher had to convince my mother to just leave and everything would be alright. That’s my memory of the start of school, and I was only there for half a day.
  • One Iam
    Published 2 years ago
    Wanton Inquiry

    Wanton Inquiry

    Sheila was about my height. She was a fat girl. One that looked average size at the top around the neck and shoulders, but she started to get heavier in the waist, ass, and thighs. She didn’t wear makeup, she was an average looking brown-skinned woman with bedroom eyes and a wide ass. General Motors had trained and licensed me to drive several different forklifts, and I was driving a Raymond reach forklift doing what was called ‘let downs’ on the second shift. We started at 4:00 PM, and got off at 2:30 AM most nights. I would lift heavy stock down from high off the shelves, and put it on the floor where other workers could fill orders for auto parts from other warehouses and dealers. The job required a second person to point out the locations of the parts, and handle the paperwork.