“Her Smile So Lit” written by Frandriguez Fiduciaries & untrustworthy Part. 12 then comes…sleep sex Chapter. 31
“We had sex” said “Mami Cappuccino” with the most pleased look on her face.
“Yea last night was great,” I replied in a yawn and rubbing my eyes.
“No, I mean just now, we had sex while you were asleep” she said.
“That’s impossible” I replied.
“It’s not, I rubbed on you, then I started kissing on you, and you got hard,” said “Mami Cappuccino”
“What!?” I gasped.
“We had sex while I was asleep?” I went on to ask.
“Yes, I climbed on top of you and started riding your dick, it felt soo good, you were so hard,” said “Mami Cappuccino” in a seductive voice I had never heard her use before.
“Now I’m pregnant” she laughed as she rubbed her belly.
“Listen to me very carefully Cappuccino, don’t you ever do that again,” I said in a stern tone.
“That’s not consensual and I don’t believe you anyway, I would know if I had sex with you” I went on to say.
“We did have sex, I can be quite enchanting, you loved it,” she said as she burst into laughter.
“Don’t do that again,” I said sternly.
“Duly noted” she replied.
I got out of bed and went to the shower. My lap felt moist, how did I not know we had sex? Surely, I would have heard her, I would have felt myself inside of her. I would have felt the culmination of such a sexual encounter. She caught me sleeping and now she might become pregnant, I thought to myself.
“Mami Cappuccino” then entered the shower. She chose a different showerhead than the one I was using.
“Are you upset?” she asked.
I didn’t reply.
“You liked it I promise.” said “Mami Cappuccino”
I stood silent.
She then exited the shower and wrapped herself with a towel. She stood in front of the dual sink and began brushing her teeth. I became aroused. I’m not sure why but I became unusually sexually excited.
I exited the shower, walked up behind her, and removed her towel.
With yearning eyes, she looked at me through the large mirror over the basins and smiled. I placed myself inside her and she gasped. She began moaning until she reached a climax and my climax became complete as well.
“Oh _____ I love you,” she said lovingly.
“Mami Cappuccino” then burst into laughter.
She looked at me through the mirror and said “you just f¥#%ed me up.” in a moan then giggling.
I guess that is where they came up with that saying I thought to myself. I hopped back into the shower.
The last time I saw “Mami Cappuccino” was early in 2019. I arrived by bus to the Staten Island Ferry. On the sidewalk, by the highway across the street from the bus stop I saw her standing. To the left was the other ferry station where the ferry would take you to Governors island.
The area where she stood seemed lit up. She had her hair done and loose, and had on what looked like a joggers jacket. Before the bus came to a stop she visibly took a deep breath and began to run toward the subway station in the Peter Minuit Plaza in front of the Staten Island Ferry entrance.
I got off the bus and walked toward the Staten Island Ferry entrance. I looked toward the subway station and it was dark. A large black man in what looked like a black trench jacket was standing there. He opened up his jacket like a cowboy in a Western movie.
I didn’t see he had a weapon on him. It seemed he was putting on a show. I had the feeling I was being filmed. I didn’t see “Mami Cappuccino” but I did see what looked like a person he had in a backward headlock who he let go upon catching sight of me.
I stood there for a few seconds staring at him. There were other people in the background wearing dark clothing, I couldn’t make them out. They rushed toward a car on Whitehall St.
The man stood there for a moment staring back at me from the dark. It didn’t appear he wanted an actual showdown. It seemed as though he was taking a stand as though to let the others getaway safely. Even so I wouldn’t walk toward him.
The lyric “Many brothers I be sparkin’ and bustin’ mad light inside the dark” on the song “Criminology” by Raekwon featuring Ghostface Killah came to mind.
I gestured at him to come towards me into the light. He did not leave his position. I then walked into the Ferry Station and when I turned back around he was gone. There was no sight of “Mami Cappuccino.”
I made a call.
“Cappuccino is in New York,” I said to the party I called on the other end of the line. The words “Reslovamos las cosas” echoed in my head which translates to let us resolve things.
Sleep disorders exist such as sleepwalking, insomnia, and the lesser-known sexsomnia.
I remember pretending to sleepwalk when I slept over at “La Cubana Viva’s” home back when we were together. I wrote of her in a previous chapter. Her reaction was funny and she just looked at me cross and said “come back to bed.”
Sexsomnia is an obvious real sleep disorder condition. People who suffer from sexsomnia engage in sexual acts they are unaware of during the non – rapid eye movement stage of sleep.
This type of parasomnia can cause the person with the disorder to initiate sexual activities such as fondling, sexual noises, and sexual movements. None of my other ex-girlfriends ever pointed out that I was in any way sexually aggressive while I was asleep or exhibited sexual behaviors.
So that would mean that if someone is engaged in sexual activity while asleep that is initiated by their partner or some unknown person is not considered consensual due to the person with the condition being unaware. In lamen terms, nonconsensual sex may be considered rape.
While living with “Mami Cappuccino” she would watch videos on her phone and she seemed to become excited by them. One night she left her phone on the counter while she took a shower. I wanted to know what it was she had been watching that excited her.
I looked at the web browser of her phone and the web page displayed a video that would not play. I clicked on the history and saw many links to pornographic videos. I clicked on one, and there was what looked to be a light-skinned woman laying down belly flat on a bed asleep. Behind her were about 4 – 5 men. The men appeared very dark-skinned. The first man and shortest crept up behind her and exposed his penis, small in size, and began having intercourse with her.
The woman woke up and started yelling at them. The dark-skinned men who all seemed to look alike started laughing and continued. When the woman turned her head I realized that is a man who slightly resembles “Mami Cappuccino.” He had a Caribbean island look to him. Their was no sound but by the looks of it the Caribbean-looking person mouthed the words “I can’t even get any sleep around here!”
It appeared this video was a possible homosexual pornographic video meant to look like a rape video. I was learning new things about what aroused “Mami Cappuccino” that I was unaware of before I moved in with her. I knew I would have to break up with her as at this point I knew she had mental abnormalities. I started making plans to leave her but I had to be careful she had been talking to Seth much lately and he and I were not seeing eye to eye.
She had ongoing problems with her Filipino coworker Sera. She spoke about her dislike for her almost daily. Sera also had followed me in her car and didn’t seem to be favorable of me due to my relationship with “Mami Cappuccino.”
I also had a beef with the Filipino friend of hers who created problems for me, although I backed him down. His good friend who started dating “Haitian Beauty” was spotted by some men who reported he was walking down the road near my home at the time. I drove by to confirm it was him. The “Haitian Beauty”also worked at the Wing house restaurant on Hillsborough Ave. not far from my home at the time. It would take her about 5 minutes to drive to my home with no traffic. He looked frustrated. He never came to my home.
The Filipinos friend was actually from my father’s neighborhood. I remember when he would walk by my home when he was a kid and look at our cars. He seemed friendly and would smile or nod his head in acknowledgment when he saw me. His friends were all black and he looked like he was Hispanic but then again more likely of Arab descent. It was a little upsetting knowing he was likely being manipulated by the Filipino. He and I never did have any type of confrontation.
I last saw “Haitian Beauty” in 2018 while working as a painter in Walt Disney Worlds Magic Kingdom.
“What is _____ ______ doing here!?” she yelled out, when she spotted me.
She was with a group of other women all possibly of Haitian descent. I was assigned with a group of male painters all Latino for that job. At times I would have done jobs with the regular American Union men and at times with the Latino men.
Although the workers were still of different cultures and backgrounds I knew the difference in my paycheck. If I had “political deductions” from my check I would complain and they would switch me back to another job. The changes would happen often and at times I did not find out who I was working for until I received my weekly check.
We were working in the same area as “Haitian Beauty.” She and her coworkers had walked into a tent area. I did as well, as this was our work area at the time. I heard music playing “night nurse” the song by SLY & ROBBIE. Disney sets up situations like that I believe. It was early morning and still night outside and inside the tent. The music turned up.
The last time I saw the Filipino was in May 2017 on my last official day of work. I had returned from a leave of absence, I had suffered serious injuries while I was out of work at the hands of my ex-girlfriend and company. It took about 2 months for me to return to work and after I was terminated another 8 months to recover.
The workplace changed entirely. I had recorded a new song before the assault by my ex-girlfriend “Mami Cappuccino” during my sleep. Yes, the evil is she assaulted me when I was defenseless and most vulnerable.
The Filipino was walking with quite a shake to his walk. It looked like he was in a trance and he had a butt implant. I walked up quickly behind him and he came out of his trance, dashed around the corner, and hid by the wall. As I walked by he had a look of disbelief, fear, and shock.
There were many new workers I had not seen before. One of them was a young, very thin, and extremely attractive woman. She walked up to me very fast smiling and in a rush. Her hair was blonde and curly and her eyes were light blue. She walked up to me at such a fast pace that I was startled a bit. She took notice and backed away, there were other women with her.
It seemed like she knew me or recognized me, I would later realize it was the the Youtube star Jena Frumes. Jena Frumes is the “Jenna” I wrote about in Chapter 3. I don’t know what it was she wanted to talk to me about. I wouldn’t get the chance as my former boss Seth would fire me after my objections to his sexual advances. He had me for attendance, somehow my two months of leave for medical reasons was not approved.
Seth was aware I had recorded a song which may have been the excuse used to have me followed around as though I was a celebrity which would be completely unethical considering I worked for him and he knew I was not a celebrity.
I recorded the song with another coworker who went by the name “The Costa Rican,” as far as I can remember. He helped get the song engineered and I recorded it at his home studio in his apartment. On my last day at work a group of men and women who seemed militant went into the conference room next to where my desk was. “The Costa Rican” joined them and he looked nervous and wound up signing paperwork with them like a contract, it seemed he might have been giving a statement of some kind. Things were very odd at work, indeed. What has happened while I was away, I thought to myself?
The song was just for promotional purposes as I was trying to land a job as a song writer with several artists or record producers. My friend MarcopoloNyc was assisting me with the endeavor.
I selected an instrumental and chose the song “All the Way Up” by fat Joe & Remy Ma featuring French Montana. I was hoping to land a job with Fat Joe or one of their artists as a songwriter. The song was published on social media and a buzz was created.
Marcopolonyc was excited and wanted me to hold off on posting the song due to the nature of the content however I felt I needed to create a buzz to motivate any interested investors or employers. After all I wrote the song in just a few hours. I could repeat the effort with new content, like the song by T. I. “Whatever They Like,” I would help create for them.
Seth did inspire at least one verse from me which I made little effort to write:
He stole Seth Rogen's laugh
that’s how I knew
he was a problem
He worked at Disney
then Coke
then Insurance got him
Moved from Cali to Puerto Rico
then Florida
He had tons of bromances
he couldn’t get enough
He liked to rub other men’s shoulders
Then asked
“now rub mine their even colder?”
Tall with goofy glasses
and his boss was stacked rich
His boss had no kids
but had a Disney itch
He worked there,
vacation’s there
But he couldn’t satisfy his itch
That’s when he brought in
tall and goofy because
he always liked that kid
Before I first moved from NYC in the year 2000 I had a group of guys from neighborhood who wanted to sponsor myself and Marcopolonyc as a rap group. There was a guy named Danny who worked some security detail for Terror Squad and he wanted to plug us with them. He was a lot older than us and I was really good friends with his younger cousin.
When I dated Franchesca who I previously mentioned in an earlier chapter, I learned Danny did security detail.
“Well, your part of the biggest gang in New York, the NYPD!” Francesca said to him over the phone in a sarcastic tone.
I was about 19 years old at that time the guys took notice of our talent and wanted to sponsor us financially.
One of the sponsors owned a clothing line that at the time could have competed with fashion designers like Karl Kani. He wanted Marcopolonyc and I to wear his clothes at shows, in the hoods, free of a contract. All for promotion and his clothes looked good.
When I arrived in Florida my brother took me to a club in downtown Tampa at the time called Club X. Cuban link of Terror Squad was performing there. We purchased VIP tickets so I could meet him. When they arrived we walked right up to Cuban Link who was with fellow Terror Squad artist Tony Sunshine and introduced ourselves.
“Yo was good I go by Texx like a text book ending with no T and two X’s.” I said to Cuban Link.
“We from L.E.S!” my bother said to them.
Cuban link smiled.
“Thats dope, so is their a lot of beef at this club?” Cuban Link asked.
“I don’t know I just moved out here” I replied.
“We have a lot of family out here, we don’t get into beef.” my brother said to them.
“I’m a big fan of yours, I was supposed to be in the Puerto Rican parade on Fat Joes float this year with you guys but I moved to Florida.”
Cuban Link was then escorted by security to prepare for his show backstage. Tony sunshine spoke with us for a little while longer. I mentioned Danny who did security detail for them and how he was trying to plug me with Fat Joe and Terror Squad. Tony Sunshine had a beer with us and then headed backstage to join Cuban Link for the show. He referred me to an address where I could send my demo. They had a fantastic performance.
I later learned that Fat Joe and Cuban Link, unfortunately, had beef with each other during that time. Although it was a good interaction with the two Terror Squad members, our efforts in being plugged to Fat Joe were not going to happen through them.
It made sense to me that one of the top people in the business that I would accept a job offer from would be Fat Joe or any of his business partners who he has worked with such as Sean Combs, Busta Rhymes, and even Jlo.
I was hoping to work for artists from across the country also like on the west coast. I figured I could freelance some of my writing to any interested parties.
