Simply Cheris. . .

Charlotte City Councilman Theo Baxter hated everything that wasn't a republican. Imagine my surprise when I saw him on the site. I didn't even have to use my expensive ass software to know who he was. Bax369 had been his screen name. It made me wonder if he'd actually been trying to hide his cheating ways. Then I began to question why the media hadn't gotten wind of this. After all, this would've been John Edwards love child big — in the city of Charlotte, at least. It took him a while to respond to my sultry messages. I told him in the first message that he looked as if his dick was candy covered and sweet and I could wait to taste it. It was corny and a little much, but the man said in his profile that he wanted a woman who loved oral sex.   I could play that role, because his penis would never ever touch my lips. When I sent my second message, a week later, which was a picture of my lips wrapped around a banana, he responded with a list of demands. Be...

"Why are you doing this to me?"  "I'd like to think that I'm doing this for you. The next woman you meet on that site might be crazy." His cold stare said, like you're not. But he had the good sense not to let his mouth repeat it. "What do you want from me?" "Let's start with why are you cheating on your wife, who you claim to love so much?" "That's none of your damned business!" Tilting my head to the side, I wished I had something to throw at him. "You made it my business when you responded to my message. Again, why are you on that site? Didn't you build a career around your family man reputation?" "How do you know these things?" The incredulous look on his face, coupled with him being naked was priceless. I should've snapped a picture. But I just smiled. "Do you see how easy it is to find out what a man has to lose? Yet, you solicit ass online as if you're a single man." H...

After he sent me the instructions for how to get into the hotel room and everything, I headed to a wig store and purchased a long black hair piece to cover my auburn afro. I was tempted to get some of those cosmetic contact lenses, but I wasn’t ready to put my eyes in danger for something that might not work. Still, when I'd looked at my checking and savings accounts and saw that I had about enough money to make it through the month, I knew I had to make this scheme work.  Now, I like to think of myself as a shapely woman. I have hips and strong thighs. But my booty. Well, let's just say Bootylicious is not my theme song. And there was no way I could fool Wendell without help. So that's why I called Beth. Let me be clear, Beth had nothing to do with anything I did. All she did was help create my ass. Let me explain, Beth is a costume designer. She's worked on Broadway but when her mother got sick, she moved back to Charlotte to help out. She is innocent.  I lied t...

                Nobody wants to be a criminal. But sometimes circumstances force you to do things you wouldn’t normally do. That’s not an excuse, that’s the truth. If you’re hungry and there’s food on an unattended plate, you’re a big liar if you say you won’t eat it.                 Well, in the summer of 2013, I was hungry and I had to eat. Crime wasn’t my first choice, but it was certainly my last resort. Honestly, I don’t think what I did was a crime. Sure, people got hurt, but I didn’t kill anyone. Yet, I’m somehow responsible. Whatever.                 Like most things in this digital age, Facebook started all of this. I had been laid off from my job at one of the city’s large banks. While I sat on my sofa uploading my resume to a career web site, thi...