Preview: Honey Lust: Body & Soul
Honey Lust: Body & Soul
My name is Carmelita Oliver, I’m a gamer/anime fangirl/cosplayer/comic book fan who also works two jobs: retail at a video game store and a cashier at a comic book store. When I’m not assisting customers or giving out recommendations, I like to design lingerie and I also create cosmetic makeup looks inspired by both anime and video games. I also like to read manga, compete in video game competitions, learn Japanese, and attend comic conventions. I’m not only a geek, nerd, and a gamer, but I’m also a thick and curvy chocolate girl who loves to play with makeup. I often imagine myself as an anime girl because the girls in anime cartoons are cute, sexy, and dangerous. I love my jobs at the comic book and video game stores, I especially love to wear costumes for when new games or comics come out, which means plenty of photo ops for the patrons.
I once had a boyfriend who loved video games and cosplay as much as I do. His name was Darnell and we met while working at the same video game store. He would sometimes show me how to play most of the games at his place and with his friends, we also went to a Comic-Con last year. Sometimes, he gets into video games a little too much and not just playing for more than two hours a day. I remember one time he called me from the police department after he got into a fight with some customers at an electronics store trying to get the new XBOX and a couple of games on Black Friday last year, he still owes me for bail money.
Things got very tense when we both started working at Comics & More because we both needed a second job. I was well-liked at both jobs, especially when it comes to wearing cosplays. One day while working at Game Play, the video game store, Darnell tried to talk to me while I was working. Next thing, he told me that he didn’t want me to work at Comics & More anymore and I asked him why; his response was that the job would’ve been his if I didn’t work there. After work was when things got intense in a bad way when we had a screaming match, he then admitted that he had been seeing another woman, who works at the nearby bar and grill. We argued for a while and I then clapped back at Darnell.
“I refuse to let anyone tell me where I can work or who I can be friends with, especially an angry, jealous, unsupportive, video game-addicted man-child like you! Just because your video game collection is Rated M for Mature doesn’t mean you’re mature!” I said to him.
Next thing you know, Darnell and I were done; he didn’t deserve me anyway. I was upset and angry that night, I decided to order a large bucket of wings with carrot sticks and dessert on my phone from the wing shack. Then, I called my friends while I waited for my food. My friends, who I’ve known from two social media groups (one group of black girls who love anime and cosplaying and their 18+ sister group, both of which I’m a member of both groups), came by my house as soon as I got home, each brought food from after work. Sometimes, we go to each other’s house with whatever food we bring (home-cooked or takeout) and we talk about our days.
“I got a large order of wings in three flavors: garlic parmesan, Korean BBQ, and lemon pepper wet. Also got carrot sticks with ranch dressing and dessert.” I said to my friends.
“I got barbecue ribs with baked beans and coleslaw.” Kira said.
“I’m bringing a grilled chicken Cobb salad big enough for all of us.” Mimi said as she stepped into the house.
Nichelle and Nicoline, the sisters who work at the strip mall across from my job, came by with banana pudding and strawberry cheesecake. That night, I told them about my breakup with Darnell and not left out a single detail.
“It’s his loss, you deserve better than Darnell anyway. He likes his video games more than he likes you and he got a temper. Plus, he doesn’t support your dreams.” Kira said to me.
“I was there for him when it came to the video game tournaments and live streaming gameplay on YouTube. Unlike him, I have other ways to de-stress that don’t involve hurting my eyesight. Sometimes, I’d be like ‘I wish you were into me as you’re into those video games.’ When I want to talk or be intimate with him, he’d be like ‘Just give me five minutes…’ hence the nickname “Five-minute man”. Then, there’s his family because his parents are divorced and he doesn't talk to them. I say damn him, his video game addiction, and his anger issues. At least I’m not funding his video game habit.” I said to the girls.
“You’re right about that, I mean you’re one of the best employees over at Game Play.” Nichelle said to me.
“To paraphrase a popular online meme, if he can’t love me in my cosplay then he can’t love me in my sexy clothes.” I said to them.
The week after my breakup, I kept myself productive by doing three things: avoiding Darnell (also blocking him online), working on lingerie designs, and binge-watching seasons 1-3 of my favorite anime Uta Prince No Sama; that particular anime has given me reverse harem fantasies involving those 18 anime princes, there are many times I find men in anime sexier than men in real life.
The following week at work, I avoided Darnell and focused on my job at Game Play. I already blocked him from social media and deleted his numbers from my smartphone. I went to the food court, read my book, and ate my lunch outside as I people watched. It was a nice day outside with no clouds and bright sunshine. I then heard a deep, baritone voice speak to me.
“Mind if I sit and eat my lunch with you?” He said to me.
I looked up at him; this tall man had dark fluffy, curly hair, a mole under his left eye, and tattoos on one of his arms exposed from his tank top, one that said: “Make Art Not War”.
“I would love for you to sit and talk to me.” I replied to him.
He introduced himself to me as Jae-Song Sang, he worked at the newly-opened tattoo parlor on Main Street with his older sister and her husband. We ate lunch and talked about a lot of things. I couldn’t help but listen to his deep voice and look at the sweet gummy smile on his face. We definitely enjoyed each other’s company on that day, I had a feeling I was going to see more of him, he was definitely the opposite of Darnell the more I got to know Jae-Song. Before my lunch break was over, he gave me his cell phone number and I gave him my number in return.
That night after work, I came home, took a relaxing bath, and slipped into my pajamas. Jae-Song and I started having late-night Facetime conversations and I have to admit that he looked really cute when he’s smiling. We had things in common such as charitable causes, hanging out with friends, love of family, and Winnie The Pooh (he likes Tigger and I like Winnie The Pooh). I felt like I had more in common with Jae-Song than I did with Darnell the more we talked on the phone and in person. The things that have drawn me to Jae-Song other than his deep voice and his smile were his arms and his hands, especially his long fingers which made me imagine what his touch would feel like on my skin. Then there were his full lips, those arms when he wears tank tops, and those bedroom eyes when we have late-night video chats, I sometimes wonder if it’s possible to be turned on by someone who you just talk to during the day and also at night.
Jae-Song and I met up again for lunch while I was on my break from work, he not only held my hand but he also kissed on my fingers. After we finished our lunches, Jae-Song then asked me a question.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked me.
“Other than girls’ night out after work, no.” I responded.
“How about you come over to my place after your girls’ night for a nightcap? I’d love to see you tonight.” He then said.
“I’d like to see you as well.” I replied.
After work that night, I changed my clothes at home, packed my overnight bag, and went out with the girls to a nightclub downtown. I decided to wear a new dress to lift my spirits and forget about my ex Darnell, though meeting Jae-Song took care of that.
After a night of dancing at the club, the girls and I went to a 24-hour diner where we had breakfast for dinner; some of us ordered extra food to go, me included. The girls and I went home separately, I put my food in the fridge, and called Jae-Song to let him know I was on my way to his place. He also texted me the address to his place, he lived in an apartment building a few blocks down to his sister’s tattoo parlor.
I walked up to his door, rang the doorbell, and said “Jae-Song, it’s Carmelita.”
A few seconds later, Jae-Song opened his door to me and said,
“Carmelita, I’m so happy you’re here. Come in, welcome to my place.”
“Thanks for having me over.” I said as he took my coat.
“My pleasure.” He replied as we walked on over to the living room and sat on his black faux leather sectional sofa.
“How was girls’ night tonight?” Jae-Song asked me.
“Great as always, needed it especially after that breakup I had recently.” I replied.
“Carmelita, since I’ve gotten to know you from our conversations, I find you very interesting. You are creative, smart, colorful, and caring, all in one package. I just love getting to know your heart and your mind.“ Jae-Song said as he took my hand in his.
“I think of you as the kindest, generous, most compassionate Tigger fanboy I’ve ever met. You appreciate our culture and support Black Lives Matter, as a black woman, I thank you wholeheartedly for that. Plus, you’re deep with your thoughts and you’re not afraid to express your feelings when you talk to me.” I said to him.
He flashed his gummy smile at me and he said, “I do enjoy touching your heart and mind, I sometimes wonder what it would feel like to touch your body. I do think about having sex with you when we have late-night pillow talks because I definitely want you to feel completely seduced, I also want you to be feel admired and cherished in and out of the bedroom.”
His words and his smile had warmed me up on the inside. Then, I said to him, “There have been a few times I wonder what else about you that is deep; other than your words, thoughts, or voice.”
Next thing you know, Jae-Song pulled me close to his body and deeply kissed my lips. I placed my hands on his back as we continued to make out on his sofa.
My name is Carmelita Oliver, I’m a gamer/anime fangirl/cosplayer/comic book fan who also works two jobs: retail at a video game store and a cashier at a comic book store. When I’m not assisting customers or giving out recommendations, I like to design lingerie and I also create cosmetic makeup looks inspired by both anime and video games. I also like to read manga, compete in video game competitions, learn Japanese, and attend comic conventions. I’m not only a geek, nerd, and a gamer, but I’m also a thick and curvy chocolate girl who loves to play with makeup. I often imagine myself as an anime girl because the girls in anime cartoons are cute, sexy, and dangerous. I love my jobs at the comic book and video game stores, I especially love to wear costumes for when new games or comics come out, which means plenty of photo ops for the patrons.
I once had a boyfriend who loved video games and cosplay as much as I do. His name was Darnell and we met while working at the same video game store. He would sometimes show me how to play most of the games at his place and with his friends, we also went to a Comic-Con last year. Sometimes, he gets into video games a little too much and not just playing for more than two hours a day. I remember one time he called me from the police department after he got into a fight with some customers at an electronics store trying to get the new XBOX and a couple of games on Black Friday last year, he still owes me for bail money.
Things got very tense when we both started working at Comics & More because we both needed a second job. I was well-liked at both jobs, especially when it comes to wearing cosplays. One day while working at Game Play, the video game store, Darnell tried to talk to me while I was working. Next thing, he told me that he didn’t want me to work at Comics & More anymore and I asked him why; his response was that the job would’ve been his if I didn’t work there. After work was when things got intense in a bad way when we had a screaming match, he then admitted that he had been seeing another woman, who works at the nearby bar and grill. We argued for a while and I then clapped back at Darnell.
“I refuse to let anyone tell me where I can work or who I can be friends with, especially an angry, jealous, unsupportive, video game-addicted man-child like you! Just because your video game collection is Rated M for Mature doesn’t mean you’re mature!” I said to him.
Next thing you know, Darnell and I were done; he didn’t deserve me anyway. I was upset and angry that night, I decided to order a large bucket of wings with carrot sticks and dessert on my phone from the wing shack. Then, I called my friends while I waited for my food. My friends, who I’ve known from two social media groups (one group of black girls who love anime and cosplaying and their 18+ sister group, both of which I’m a member of both groups), came by my house as soon as I got home, each brought food from after work. Sometimes, we go to each other’s house with whatever food we bring (home-cooked or takeout) and we talk about our days.
“I got a large order of wings in three flavors: garlic parmesan, Korean BBQ, and lemon pepper wet. Also got carrot sticks with ranch dressing and dessert.” I said to my friends.
“I got barbecue ribs with baked beans and coleslaw.” Kira said.
“I’m bringing a grilled chicken Cobb salad big enough for all of us.” Mimi said as she stepped into the house.
Nichelle and Nicoline, the sisters who work at the strip mall across from my job, came by with banana pudding and strawberry cheesecake. That night, I told them about my breakup with Darnell and not left out a single detail.
“It’s his loss, you deserve better than Darnell anyway. He likes his video games more than he likes you and he got a temper. Plus, he doesn’t support your dreams.” Kira said to me.
“I was there for him when it came to the video game tournaments and live streaming gameplay on YouTube. Unlike him, I have other ways to de-stress that don’t involve hurting my eyesight. Sometimes, I’d be like ‘I wish you were into me as you’re into those video games.’ When I want to talk or be intimate with him, he’d be like ‘Just give me five minutes…’ hence the nickname “Five-minute man”. Then, there’s his family because his parents are divorced and he doesn't talk to them. I say damn him, his video game addiction, and his anger issues. At least I’m not funding his video game habit.” I said to the girls.
“You’re right about that, I mean you’re one of the best employees over at Game Play.” Nichelle said to me.
“To paraphrase a popular online meme, if he can’t love me in my cosplay then he can’t love me in my sexy clothes.” I said to them.
The week after my breakup, I kept myself productive by doing three things: avoiding Darnell (also blocking him online), working on lingerie designs, and binge-watching seasons 1-3 of my favorite anime Uta Prince No Sama; that particular anime has given me reverse harem fantasies involving those 18 anime princes, there are many times I find men in anime sexier than men in real life.
The following week at work, I avoided Darnell and focused on my job at Game Play. I already blocked him from social media and deleted his numbers from my smartphone. I went to the food court, read my book, and ate my lunch outside as I people watched. It was a nice day outside with no clouds and bright sunshine. I then heard a deep, baritone voice speak to me.
“Mind if I sit and eat my lunch with you?” He said to me.
I looked up at him; this tall man had dark fluffy, curly hair, a mole under his left eye, and tattoos on one of his arms exposed from his tank top, one that said: “Make Art Not War”.
“I would love for you to sit and talk to me.” I replied to him.
He introduced himself to me as Jae-Song Sang, he worked at the newly-opened tattoo parlor on Main Street with his older sister and her husband. We ate lunch and talked about a lot of things. I couldn’t help but listen to his deep voice and look at the sweet gummy smile on his face. We definitely enjoyed each other’s company on that day, I had a feeling I was going to see more of him, he was definitely the opposite of Darnell the more I got to know Jae-Song. Before my lunch break was over, he gave me his cell phone number and I gave him my number in return.
That night after work, I came home, took a relaxing bath, and slipped into my pajamas. Jae-Song and I started having late-night Facetime conversations and I have to admit that he looked really cute when he’s smiling. We had things in common such as charitable causes, hanging out with friends, love of family, and Winnie The Pooh (he likes Tigger and I like Winnie The Pooh). I felt like I had more in common with Jae-Song than I did with Darnell the more we talked on the phone and in person. The things that have drawn me to Jae-Song other than his deep voice and his smile were his arms and his hands, especially his long fingers which made me imagine what his touch would feel like on my skin. Then there were his full lips, those arms when he wears tank tops, and those bedroom eyes when we have late-night video chats, I sometimes wonder if it’s possible to be turned on by someone who you just talk to during the day and also at night.
Jae-Song and I met up again for lunch while I was on my break from work, he not only held my hand but he also kissed on my fingers. After we finished our lunches, Jae-Song then asked me a question.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked me.
“Other than girls’ night out after work, no.” I responded.
“How about you come over to my place after your girls’ night for a nightcap? I’d love to see you tonight.” He then said.
“I’d like to see you as well.” I replied.
After work that night, I changed my clothes at home, packed my overnight bag, and went out with the girls to a nightclub downtown. I decided to wear a new dress to lift my spirits and forget about my ex Darnell, though meeting Jae-Song took care of that.
After a night of dancing at the club, the girls and I went to a 24-hour diner where we had breakfast for dinner; some of us ordered extra food to go, me included. The girls and I went home separately, I put my food in the fridge, and called Jae-Song to let him know I was on my way to his place. He also texted me the address to his place, he lived in an apartment building a few blocks down to his sister’s tattoo parlor.
I walked up to his door, rang the doorbell, and said “Jae-Song, it’s Carmelita.”
A few seconds later, Jae-Song opened his door to me and said,
“Thanks for having me over.” I said as he took my coat.
“My pleasure.” He replied as we walked on over to the living room and sat on his black faux leather sectional sofa.
“How was girls’ night tonight?” Jae-Song asked me.
“Great as always, needed it especially after that breakup I had recently.” I replied.
“Carmelita, since I’ve gotten to know you from our conversations, I find you very interesting. You are creative, smart, colorful, and caring, all in one package. I just love getting to know your heart and your mind.“ Jae-Song said as he took my hand in his.
“I think of you as the kindest, generous, most compassionate Tigger fanboy I’ve ever met. You appreciate our culture and support Black Lives Matter, as a black woman, I thank you wholeheartedly for that. Plus, you’re deep with your thoughts and you’re not afraid to express your feelings when you talk to me.” I said to him.
He flashed his gummy smile at me and he said, “I do enjoy touching your heart and mind, I sometimes wonder what it would feel like to touch your body. I do think about having sex with you when we have late-night pillow talks because I definitely want you to feel completely seduced, I also want you to be feel admired and cherished in and out of the bedroom.”
His words and his smile had warmed me up on the inside. Then, I said to him, “There have been a few times I wonder what else about you that is deep; other than your words, thoughts, or voice.”
Next thing you know, Jae-Song pulled me close to his body and deeply kissed my lips. I placed my hands on his back as we continued to make out on his sofa.
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