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Femme: A Woman's Touch
Femme: A Woman's Touch
Femme: A Woman's Touch
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After becoming a mother at age thirteen, Sasha Tillman grows into a devoted mother while struggling to find true love with a man as she battles her inner feelings of being attracted to women. She suffers abuse at the hands of her live-in boyfriend, but she fights desperately to survive. Staring death in the face on more than one occasion, she escapes, finding true love and security in the hands of a beautiful woman.
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Release dateOct 1, 2012
ISBN9781466960398
Femme: A Woman's Touch
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Sonja Appleberry

Sonja Appleberry is a 1986 graduate of Rosa Fort High School and a native of Tunica, Mississippi. She grew up in the impoverished town of Tunica but managed to find security in nearby Memphis, Tennessee. She is the mother of four children, who are all grown. She’s the youngest of five siblings. Her life as a lesbian has been in existence for twenty years. She loves to exercise, write, and meet new people. She has a live-in girlfriend, and they’ve been together for fifteen years. She has worked vigorously in multiple jobs, but she is now working as a specialist in the mobile phone industry. She’s strong willed and is natural in taking on the leading role. Her strong will and determination to rise above the norm led to the writing of her first novel. This fiction novel entitled Femme: A Woman’s Touch is largely true and is based on her story.

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    Femme - Sonja Appleberry

    © Copyright 2012 Sonja Appleberry.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

    ISBN: 978-1-4669-6020-6 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4669-6021-3 (hc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4669-6039-8 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2012917687

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    Contents

    Introduction

    Dedication

    Epigraph

    Preface

    Acknowledgements

    Chapter 1 Domestic Abuse

    Chapter 2 Childhood Memories

    Chapter 3 First Time

    Chapter 4 Betrayed

    Chapter 5 Wicked Stepfather

    Chapter 6 Stand Off

    Chapter 7 Encouraging Word

    Chapter 8 Turned Table

    Chapter 9 Sasha’s Confession

    Chapter 10 Meet The Mrs.

    Chapter 11 Sasha’s Diary

    Chapter 12 Hit And Run

    Chapter 13 Snow Bunny

    Chapter 14 Georgia Peach

    Chapter 15 The Pit Boss

    Chapter 16 The Dream

    Chapter 17 The Revelation

    Chapter 18 Cupid

    Chapter 19 Tragedy

    Chapter 20 Misunderstood

    Chapter 21 Enraged

    Chapter 22 Caught

    Conclusion

    Domestic Violence

    About The Author

    INTRODUCTION

    Femme: A Woman’s Touch. This work of fiction is informative, and it’s largely based on a true story. My name is Sonja Appleberry. I’m 43 and I am gorgeous! That’s not arrogance, just confidence. I am a confident black woman who loves the touch of other feminine women, and I’m very comfortable in my own skin, so what others think of me means about as much to me as a flock of birds flying south. In other words, I can care less. My wonderful day is not determined by critics who think the only way to live is their way! I love who I am, and I love women! The desire to satisfy a woman and be satisfied at the hands of another woman is my taste. The desire stemmed from an overwhelming experience with an experienced woman. This experienced came when I was only an adolescent. The way my body exploded was like a volcano erupting! Oh my goodness! After that explosive experience, I developed a taste for femmes. Though men came along, they never took me to the place that femme took me. Think about it! A man can only guess how you want to feel. A woman knows how you want to feel! So . . . enough about me, I want to allow you to get a glimpse of my experience one page at a time. After that, you decide! So, come and take this journey through my life with me, and take the ride of a lifetime! Until then, tootles!

    DEDICATION

    In loving memory of my dear mother Ms. Mattie Keys.

    Thank you for all the love and kind words of wisdom.

    You are gone, but never forgotten!

    EPIGRAPH

    I’m Comfortable in My Own Skin.

    PREFACE

    Femme: A Woman’s Touch is a work of fiction. Much of the material is true and is based on my life. Other information obtained was largely compiled from personal experiences and interviews with others who share similar views. All other material is fictitious. This work of fiction was written to educate, encourage and enjoy!

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    I would like to thank all who made this possible. I couldn’t have done this without you. I’d like to thank God for giving me the strength to complete this task. I’d like to thank my children Tequila Appleberry, Raneisha Appleberry, Roy Appleberry and Roytron Douglas who give me the motivation to keep going. I also like to thank my goddaughter British Nichole Buford. Thanks to my significant other Regina Smith for the sacrifice of time, for the love and support. A special thanks to my friend Kenneth Davis for believing in me and helping me achieve my goal. I’d also like to thank Jessikah Oliver, Derrick Abdul-Walik, Jekulve Hale, Virginia Awkward and Charielle Jordan for the great cover work. I love you guys! Thanks

    CHAPTER 1

    Domestic Abuse

    One evening Donald, whom family address as Don ,came to the house of Sasha’s sister with a knife to his daughter’s throat, and angrily asked for Sasha. Tell Sasha to get her ass out here now or I will kill our daughter! She rushed to the door and screamed at Donald Don’t hurt my baby! Give me my baby . . . You stupid ass! She yelled, as she pulled her daughter away from Don. He grabs Sasha. Her daughter begins to cry and scream in terror. Leave my momma alone! Leave my momma alone! Tee Tee! Tell him to leave my momma alone! She continued crying to her aunt, as she pulled at her mom’s blouse. You’re making my baby upset! I told you that it is over between us! What part of that you don’t understand? She yelled again, and then asked. Donald violently grabs Sasha again by her lengthy hair and begins to drag her through the yard and through the hedges, as he hit and slapped her repeatedly. Don . . . Stop! Sasha desperately yelled, as she fought back. Her demand for him to stop only infuriated him more! He struck her repeatedly yelling . . .Shut up bitch! I’ll fucking kill you! Sasha’s sister called the sheriff’s office and reported the assault. While on the phone with authorities, she yelled to Don, Don . . . Leave my sister alone! She said to Don, with anger. He’s making her get in the car now! Please . . . hurry and send an officer! He’s going to kill her! She told the dispatcher. They’re on the way. Stay on the phone with me and try to remain calm for me. The dispatcher said. Donald forced Sasha into his car and sped away with her as she screamed. The sheriff’s deputies came rapidly around the corner with lights flashing and sirens blaring! By the time they had arrived, Sasha was gone. Donald went in the opposite direction of the sound of the sirens and took Sasha to a secluded area and forced her out of his car. He pulled his revolver from his waist and told her with anger, If you ever try to leave me again, as much as I’ve done for you, I’ll use this on you! I mean it! Try me if you want to! Do you actually think running away from me is that easy? I will do whatever! He said, while shaking his revolver at her. And you can tell that bitch ass sister of yours that I’m not scared of the police. You hear me bitch? He asked, while pointing his finger at her. He kept her there for hours ranting and hitting her. After she had taken a profuse beating, she pleaded with him to stop beating her and she would go home with him. She was in severe pain, and didn’t have the strength to get back into the car. He helped her back into the car and drove away. He drove Sasha back to his trailer house and told her to cook him something to eat. In pain . . . she went into the bathroom to wash up, and she looked into the mirror and said in disgust, I know this son of a bitch didn’t. I ought to kill his evil ass Don had given Sasha a black eye and bruises to her forehead, behind her right ear and her ribs. He was standing by the open bathroom door when she made the statement. He uttered as he leaned in the doorway, If you don’t die first bitch, now go fry that chicken like I told you. It should have been done already had you not been running around with those gay ass bitches. She walked by him, looked at him in disgust, and said with sarcasm, My pleasure. Once the chicken was battered and the grease was hot, Sasha contemplated throwing the grease on Donald. She looked at the grease and then at Donald repeatedly. She contemplated the thought for several minutes as her hand rested on the counter top, and the other on the skillet of hot grease. Donald said, while spinning the cylinder of his revolver, Whatever you’re thinking about doing bitch, you better forget about it. Don tried to justify his action, stating to Sasha, If you just do what the fuck I tell you, shit won’t happen to you. Sasha gave Don a stern look and proceeded to finish cooking. Don was a controlling man who was extremely jealous of his woman. His jealousy was an indication of his own insecurities. Sasha, though angry, dropped the chicken into the grease. She begins reminiscing on what had occurred. Then she begins to reminisce over her life and how she had gotten into such a dangerous situation.

    CHAPTER 2

    Childhood Memories

    Sasha Tillman, though only 13 years old, possessed astounding physique that of a fully developed woman. She mesmerized her peers and those members of the upper class. With only one school in the 8,000populated town of Tunica, in Mississippi, Sasha was certain to be exposed to upper classmen. During high school football games, Sasha would notice senior band member and high school pretty boy, Melvin Garrett, play his instrument. Unto his knowing, he captivated her with his looks and style. During the glory years of Michael Jackson in the 1980s, boys who could possess some of his features were more likely to date the most popular girls. Melvin Garrett was quite the ladies’ man. He was slim, brown skin, and his hair was curly. The attraction between

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