listen.
Running the back of her hand across her forehead, she tried to cool her nerves as she fought a smile. Stopping the burst of sweat that bubbled from her core at the mere thought of the man proved insufferable. No one had ever ravished her body the way Raze had. No one had ever made her feel so dirty yet so desired, all at once. When she left the club that night, she was convinced she’d contact him. After all, he did state he offered private consultations, but as the days passed, her nerves got the best of her and the thought of ringing him up subsided.
She withdrew into a shell of sorts, overthinking and second-guessing everything. Maybe it was her workload, or was that simply a convenient excuse? She’d debated following up so many times, and always talked herself out of it. Not like her to be so indecisive though. He’d opened the door for her, but she didn’t step through. Something didn’t feel quite right. Warning bells of sorts.
I should have called. I should have called the next day or two. It’s too late now… probably for the best that I didn’t. But I haven’t cum like that since then… I have never achieved that height of ecstasy. How did he do it? I wish I knew his secret.
It must not be the norm for him to provide his real name, but he’d given it to her anyway, even though they worked in similar fields. Girl, let sleeping dogs lie. That’s not what you want, anyway.
Standing to her full height, she stretched and yawned, pacing back and forth to take a much-needed break.
He probably doesn’t even remember me. That’s his job. Well, it’s not his only job; he doesn’t get paid for it. He does this shit for fun, which just makes him a whore. I mean, hell, I don’t want to be another notch on his belt. What am I talking about? I already am. It doesn’t matter… Just forget it… forget him, too. You went there and got what you had gone for, right, Yasmine? He handled that, and then some. Yeah… Damn did he handle that! My word, he handled me like a champ! Nope. Don’t do this! It is clear what and who he is, and what he is about. I need something meaningful in my life. This guy provided a service. Nothing more. Nothing less. She shook her head. You can’t do this, okay? You know what? Just get rid of the temptation. Time to let this go once and for all…
She walked into her bedroom, yanked the damn nightstand drawer open, picked up the man’s business card, and stared at it, stalling… Then, finally, she ripped it into bits and tossed it in the clear trashcan. She made her way back to her makeshift office in her living room, grabbed the coffee cup with the rancid coffee, and dumped the remains in the kitchen sink. Then, she made herself a fresh cup of green tea with honey and lemon. Squatting back down, she sipped the hot liquid and warmth trailed down her throat, soothing her like an elixir on a dismal, cold day.
Now, let’s forget Raze forever and concentrate on this. There’s no way to backtrack or reach him now. I’ve removed the problem so I can get my ass back to work. The bills won’t pay for themselves…
Bootsy Collin’s, ‘Munchies for Your Love’ belted out of red corner speakers. Nixon lounged against the black quilted headboard of his enormous bed, staring up at the grand domed ceiling of his bedroom. Smoke eddied from his mouth as he held loosely onto a thick white cigar. On lazy days like this, he appreciated his extravagant three-bedroom luxury apartment on Michigan Avenue in the Chicago Loop. It was spacious enough for him to even hide from himself…
Extinguishing the cigar in a blood red ashtray, he leaned over and collected some weed from his dresser, then made quick work of preparing himself a little something to enjoy. Moments later, he’d gotten a nice morning high. He grabbed a hefty coffee-table-style art book that sat by his tall, clear bedside lamp. He licked his finger and flipped a few pages, pausing on one in particular.
sa•tyr /'sadər,'sādər/: Mythology noun: satyr; plural noun: satyrs; noun: wood satyr; plural noun: wood satyrs 1. GREEK MYTHOLOGY one of a class of lustful, drunken woodland gods. In Greek art they were represented as a man with a horse’s ears and tail,