It was cold, wet and rainy by the time Tonya got back on her side of town. Her twist out had transformed into a big puff of mess and her favorite chunky heels had bit the dust. All she wanted was a hot shower and to be swallowed by her favorite plush robe. As she turned on her street she was thankful it was raining so she wouldn’t have to drown out her loud neighbors. She loved her house but it wasn’t in the best location. She had bought it alone when she turned 30 and it was a big accomplishment for her. She didn’t mind her nosey neighbor across the street nor the man next door who always mowed her grass.

As she pulled into the garage her mind wandered to Malcolm. Jess had called her on her way home to fill her in on the fiasco outside. Hearing this part of the story had Tonya feeling uneasy. This was a big trigger for her. Black men have it hard enough dealing with everyday trials and tribulations she honestly didn’t see the reason to ever add any more stress to someone. As she hung her umbrella in her mud room she crossed the open floor to the kitchen where her pot roast had been slow cooking for the most of the day.

She got her hot shower she was dreaming about and she finished a new series on Netflix while she ate dinner. Even though she had been off for a couple of hours she still thought of work. Her workload would be increasing with the new projects they were taking on. If Malcom’s resume is as good as it seemed an increase in pay is definitely in the near future.

Once she finished eating. She cleaned her mess. M would be starting tomorrow, so it wouldn’t hurt to get a jump start on an outfit. She thought. She started with shoes and decided on a pair of Steve Madden’s. As she made her way across her closet grabbing options for an outfit a bullet casing fell to the floor.

“Shit. I thought I got rid of these.” she said, sucking her teeth.

Tonya had more secrets than most, her friends and family just thought she was very ambitious, always working or taking on new projects. And in a sense, she was. Top Notch was a great up and coming company. Plus the fact she could get information discreetly on possible targets. She wanted the company to thrive and she loved her work but she also loved killing people. Not innocents, but people the justice system let fall through the cracks. It was almost a month since her last kill. And the bullet casing falling to the floor lit that familiar fire inside of her again.

The thrill of taking a life that once caused pain, torture and heartache to others was oddly satisfying. She had started to do some “freelance” work around the time she started going to group meetings for rape victims. Hearing so many stories of pain and how their perpetrators were never caught did something inside of Tonya. It angered her. Since they wouldn’t be brought to justice, she decided to take the justice to them. She started out with her attacker, James. She stalked him from bar to bar for a few weeks, watching as he dazzled the other unknowing women. It just so happened the one time she wasn’t there, he slipped something in a young girls drink, had his way with her and left her for dead in an alley. She was only 23 years old. He had done the same thing to Tonya years ago but she was lucky enough to survive. Once she heard the details of the case it sounded so similar she knew who did it. She also took it upon herself to keep tabs on James so she would always know his address.

She had had a year to prepare for this not leaving anything to chance. She filled a syringe with air and waited for him in his apartment. It wasn’t too long before he came home alone and was asleep on the couch. His leg was resting on the back of the couch. Perfect. She needed to inject him with the air in a place that wouldn’t be noticeable to police. Between the toes should do it. The tiny prick made James grimace in his sleep but it did not wake him fully. By the time he woke up and realized he was dying he would be dead and Tonya would be in the stairwell, headed to her car leaving no evidence behind. When the police found him they also found a treasure trove of trophies from previous victims and every newspaper clipping related to the cases. They classified his death as a heart attack. Once again, perfect.

Snapping out of her memory she tossed the casing in the trash. She found herself thinking of the conversation she had with Jess about the drama with Malcolm. She hated that for him. She hated that Jess sounded as if she was enjoying telling her about it too. She had cut the conversation short, blaming her eagerness to get off the phone on another call coming in. Laughing at someone else’s pain wasn’t cool to Tonya. She decided to have a chat with her the next morning since he would be starting work soon. No need to make him feel more uncomfortable.

She didn’t know why she had a fondness for him. During his interview he looked as if he had seen her naked and they were old friends. Not in a creepy way just a way that made her feel vulnerable and seen. After her sexual assault with James, she had not even thought about a man nor did she want one. But the fire she felt with M was hot and heavy.

Just as she was drifting into another fantasy she over heard the news asking if anyone had any information about the missing 25 year old woman, to call the police and provide a statement. She was last seen leaving her apartment on foot, dressed in workout attire. That was the third woman this month and the media was calling him ‘The Snatcher’.

Tonya felt that familiar urge again. The feeling she needed to do something. This is just what she needed, a reminder. She couldn’t allow herself to get caught up in Malcolm. Her mission was to find and kill. She decided to scratch the chat with Jess, instead putting her computer and programming skills to use. She needed all the information she could get if she was going to make this “Snatcher” her next target.

💋KV

Once, I was looking for an answer to a question I had not asked out loud. I was sick of the routine. I had become bored with the staleness of the air, and the clock striking whatever. I just wanted an evening to myself. So I ended up at one of my favorite spots, ‘Lust’. Black owned, the drinks were good, the ambiance was great and the food was top notch. I walked to the bar and chatted with the tender as if we were old friends. I was there for maybe an hour feeling like myself again when I saw her. Beautiful.

I had noticed her before once or twice and we gave each other a nice smile. We were regulars for sure. But this time she walked over to me. She was different. Bold, loud and expressive. The type to command attention when she walks in a room without saying a word. So imagine my surprise when she asked if the seat next to me was taken.

She had this way of making me feel like I was the only one in the room. Our chemistry was out of this world and you could literally smell the lust in the air. We talked and laughed like we had known each other our whole lives. The restaurant was closing and the full booths and crowded bar was now bare.

“Alright ladies, Y’all don’t have to go home… and y’all know the rest.” Laughing the young tender handed us our checks.

“Were you meeting someone?” I asked while putting on my jacket. “I didn’t mean to steal your time.”

“No not at all, I wanted to put something sexy on, get out and have a drink, maybe meet a beautiful woman and have some good conversation.” She said smiling. And what a gorgeous smile it was. “Seems like I accomplished all of my missions. It’s sad the night has to end. Where you headed?” She asked.

Before she had come in I made it up in my mind I was going home to be with Ben & Jerry. Now all I could think about was kissing her. Touching her.

“Home I guess, I don’t stay far from here. Night cap? It’s a liquor store not far from my place.” Gesturing outside. Her scent was intoxicating. I wasn’t ready to part. Like I said she was beautiful. Light carmel skin, thick, almond eyes, her lips… pink and perfectly curved. Suckable.

We stepped outside and I wondered if she could see me blushing. “Yea that sounds good.” She answered.

The walk was quick but long enough for me to fantasize about what I wanted to do to her. I imagined my hands on her breasts, kissing her neck and hearing her moan with pleasure. Her subtle bumps against me while walking didn’t go unnoticed either. Even after I moved over she still found a way to touch me. Ok sexy, let’s play. I thought to myself.

One bottle of Don Julio, two cups of ice and a Juicy Juice later we were laughing uncontrollably trying to get to my apartment. Between the flights of stairs and laughing it was hard to breathe. I was wiping the tears from my eyes when I felt her caress my face as she planted a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” She said taking a step back.

My flesh was hot and my panties were damp. “Is that all you wanted to do?” I asked with my best seductive look. “Next time warn me so I can be ready.” I turned my back to her giggling trying to put the key in. My breathe escaped my mouth when I felt her press against me. She moved my hair away from my neck getting closer to my ear. In a low whisper she said “This is me warning you, so get ready.” In that moment I felt myself cum. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I was nervous as hell walking into my apartment.

Inside, Pandora was still playing and my weed was still in the ash tray waiting for me. I had to gather myself. Is this really happening? I mean, I’ve watched enough porn to kinda know what I’m doing but this was my first time taking it this far. I told her to make herself at home and excused myself to my room. I slipped something comfy on. You know for easy access. Just in case.

When I came out the lights were dim, the weed was rolled and the shots had been poured. I took it upon myself to take both shots. Cause a sista had to get some liquid courage. We sat beside each other like two nervous school kids having small talk. The shots had to have kicked in because I could not keep my hands to myself.

I don’t know if it was the way she looked at me or the dim lighting hell maybe it was just me but I couldn’t fight it anymore. I crawled to her and let my lips find hers. I was so nervous that I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. But hearing her moan as I slipped my finger between her legs told me I was. I barely touched her clit when I felt her tongue in my mouth. She raised up and pushed me back against the couch. “My turn…” she said devilishly.

I wanted her to take me. In that moment I would do anything to feel her. She spread my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I moaned loudly as she gently sucked my clit. Her tongue motions and slurps were orgasmic. I let my hands grip her locs, moving her head where I wanted it to go. “You taste so good baby”. I moaned with delight.

She asked me again if I was ready…. I didn’t know what she was talking about we had done more than kiss by this point. “Since I don’t have my strap I’ll take you for another ride.” I was so lost.

But once I saw her positioning her sweetness on top of mine I knew I was in trouble. I’ve only seen women scissor on my phone. Hearing the sounds of our juices mixing and feeling her body grind with mine was amazing. I gripped her hips and moved her faster on my clit. I could tell she was about to cum again. I massaged her nipples as I watched her body jerk.

We laid there for a minute giggling. Not really knowing what was supposed to come next. She fired up the weed and we sat in silence for a minute. I could only imagine our sex with a strap if this is how it was without one.

Then is dawned on me. This beautiful night we had. The laughs, the jokes, the drinks and the intimacy… I didn’t know her name. I knew her nickname but I wanted to know her. The real her. So I asked.

“What’s your name? Your real name.”

She smiled… and damnit to this day I still love that smile.

She answered, “You can call me Denise.”

💋KV

This particular day it was not so nice outside. The wind howled and the rain was coming down sideways. As the trees swayed in the distance I wondered how I ended up here. In his presence, again. The emergency alarm sounded on my phone, which startled me out of my thoughts. As I reached over to turn it off, I felt him enter the room. His sweet aroma filled the air. He walked slowly over to me. His body pressed against my back as I was still facing the window. 

I let a tear fall and I felt the soft tug of him prying my arms out of my shirt. I was filled with so much guilt but I had come too far to turn back now. He kissed my back shoulder and told me not to cry. This was the last time. So we had said so many times before. His touch like hot wax against my skin. I turned to look at him and before I could tell him my thoughts his tongue was deep inside my mouth. The lips of an angel. I shuttered as he forced me against the cool window. From my lips, to my neck… down to the center of my chest. 

“Please…. We must stop…. This, this isn’t righ—.”

In one swoop he gathered my nipple in his mouth. Violently sucking as if to bring milk from it. My body exploded.

“Do you really want me to stop?”he asked deeply… his fingers had found its way to my answer. The grass wasn’t the only thing that was wet. 

He tugged at my pants. It was a reflex to step out of them as they dropped to the floor. And truth be told I wanted him. Badly. As he stood up, penis erect, he wiped my face and kissed my cheek.

“If this is the last time, let’s make it a good one.”

He spread my legs and picked me up sliding his dick inside me. My lover kissed me softly, then more passionately as his hips and arms started their own rhythm. I tried bracing my arms against the window frame to give leverage but everytime he would put them back around his neck. Not missing a beat. We fell back against the bed. 

I rode him slowly. Taking my time to savor this moment. Looking into his brown eyes I knew I wouldn’t return to him. This really was our last time. His hands ravished my body as I rocked us. Just when I was about to climax he sat up, as if to get up but instead he hugged me. His face buried in my bosom. For a second I thought I saw a tear. We held each other while we made love. I whispered to him “I’ll always love you.” And he returned a soft “you’ll always be mine”.

Time stood still for a while. The next few hours were filled with passion and tears. Mostly from me. At the end we both rode the wave of euphoria and relished in the moment, catching our breath. 

We showered and swayed in the water. I just wanted to feel him one last time. Feel his warmth, smell his skin. This type of intimacy is hard to find. Hopefully I wouldn’t forget it. We were silent while getting dressed, passing the occasional half smiles. The adrenaline had worn off, the smell of sex had faded. It was back to reality. 

We left the cabin going in separate directions that day. Him back to his wife and me back to my fiancé. I carried his words and the memories with me for a while at first. I could smell him for the longest of time. And eventually it went away. Like all things do.

But I swear when it rains I can still hear him as clear as I hear the wind howling, as clear as I see the trees swaying…”you’ll always be mine.”.

And I……….. will always love him.

💋KV

As she washed the blood off her switchblade Tracie thought how different her life could’ve been. How so many unfortunate events led her to this life of murder and crime. In high school she was the innocent one, the quiet type. If her classmates could only see her now. She looked the same; soft brown skin, almond eyes and smile to die for, but underneath she was someone she didn’t recognize.

Jeff was bleeding out slowly, she wanted his death to hurt. She wanted the pain he put those women through to haunt him. He moaned, squirming around on the floor. At dinner he had told her how during certain activities he was a bit….loud. So she cut his tongue out for good measure. No need to wake the neighbors.

As she put her blade back into her thigh holster and grabbed her pistol, she walked slowly over to him screwing in the silencer.

“Do you know why I’m doing this Jeff?” Squatting next to his helpless body caressing his face. Her perfume filled his nostrils. She smelled sweet and warm.

“Hmmm?… I’m doing this because you will probably never get the true punishment you deserve for the things you’ve done. Your money will allow you to walk freely, continuing to assault women when ever you feel like it…. But that stops today.”

She had injected him with Succinylcholine, which paralyzed him but he was still able to feel. So when she cut his penis off and shoved it in his mouth he knew what it felt like.

“It’s not so nice when it’s done to you huh Jeff?” Tracie laughed. I mean cutting out his tongue and a couple of toes was on the to do list, but the penis was completely improvised. She just thought it would be a nice touch.

She glanced at her Van Cleef & Arpels watch. “Shit Jeff, I’m late!”

With a head tilt and a smirk she politely said “I’d love to stay and chat, but I really must go.”

Tracie threw her mink jacket over her shoulders and shot two bullets into his head. There was more blood than expected. She exited his apartment and got into her car. At the corner was a homeless man, she stuck ten dollars out the window and decided to do some damage control.

“God bless you sista.” The man grinned.

“No problem sir, can you throw these away for me, if you don’t mind?” Smiling… Handing him a pair of black latex gloves.

She had to hurry. She was running late for a ceremony where she, herself would be the guest of honor. As she checked her lipstick and patted her nose she thought to herself.. to be young, gifted and black.

💋KV

Jerome was running off at the mouth about something from work. Rosalyn could really careless.. she was hot and horny. It had been too long. She pushed Jerome back onto the couch and straddled him kissing him passionately. His member began to rise under her. She got on her knees and did away with his belt and pants then swallowed all of him. He inhaled sharply not expecting to be gobbled down in one motion. The slurping of her lips around his shaft made his dick throb in her mouth. She felt his leg twitch and knew she had him. While tongue kissing the head she simultaneously jacked him off sending him into a frenzy.

He pushed her back on the floor preparing to thrust himself inside of her. She was ready. She had already had it on her mind so the sundress with no panties was a win. Just as she felt him about to enter she told him to stop. This was her show. He always left her bewildered, it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. She told him to roll over on his back. She stood over him thinking she was about to ride. And she was…. His face. She began rocking her hips back and forth on his juicy lips. Her clit was swelling and she could feel herself about to cum. In one smooth motion she turn around and bounced her ass on his dick. She was short so the leverage she had was easy on her knees.

One cheek, two cheek… clap clap clap.

She smacked her ass as it made waves on his dick. Jerome loved to see her work her hips. He loved watching his dick go inside of her. He tried to grip her hips but she had him locked down for once. She was in total control and he could not hold on anymore.

She bounced and rocked her way to her climax.

“Cum with me baby..” she said in a whisper.

Jerome couldn’t say anything. Her pussy walls were gripping his shaft and he felt every pulsation she had. She was on her tip toes now giving attention to his dick head. She knew it was sensitive and she wanted to finish him.

“Cum with me baby..” this time saying it a little more aggressive as she choked him looking into his eyes deeply.

All he could do was dig his nails into her skin. Her pace quickened. She put all her weight on him so he could go deep. And slow grinned him into ecstasy….. forgetting this is her man’s best friend.

💋KV