Carmen couldn’t quite put her finger on why she was so charmed by Ro. He was mean, stubborn, opinionated and fine as hell. None of which were on her current Christmas list. She figured it was his domineering nature. But seeing as he had her bent over on her couch this particular evening, it could’ve been his 8 inch rock hard penis he was driving into her wet pussy.

“You like that baby?” He growled in her ear. Using his other free hand to make small circles on her already aching clit. Carmen wasn’t in a position to respond, or maybe she was. Regardless, all she was able to mutter was a small moan she let escape her mouth. She was trying her best to hold her orgasm. It hadn’t been 5 minutes and she was already coming undone.

Things had gotten off to a slow start that night being this was their first meet up in several years. Of course they followed each other on socials and still spoke on occasion, wishing each other well during life’s events. But they’ve never been this far. It was a simple message on POF years ago that caused them cross paths. One Carmen always found herself thankful for.

With a smack on her ass she was jolted back to the present. And she realized things were no longer moving slowly. No things were…. Slippery to say the least. “You’re being such a good girl taking all this dick baby” he said while holding the back her of neck still driving into her with a steady pace.

Carmen, still focusing on her breathing didn’t mutter a word or sound this time. She felt her orgasm building inside of her. She wished he would shut up. His voice alone was enough to send her over. Feeling her arms giving out she laid further down onto her elbows giving him full access to her.

“That’s it baby, give it all to me. Such a good fucking girl” In one motion he parted both her ass cheeks to fill her pussy to the hilt. This new position made her gasp and she let out a pleasurable moan. She had never been called a good girl before and was seriously getting more aroused by the sound of it. She finally spoke to him and she prayed it came out as sexy as it did in her head “You feel so fucking good baby…”

She wished she could suck his dick again to give her some time to get herself together. But she licked and sucked all she could before he pushed her back and had his way with her. His lips so soft against her skin she could stay with him forever.

“It’s time for you to come now baby, it’s time for me to see you come on my dick..” Ro sure had a way with words. Feeling bold she told him no and threw her ass back on him meeting him mid stroke. He grabbed a handful of her hair for the disobedience and raised her off her hands so her back was to his chest. “What did you say?” He snarled in her ear.

“No Ro, I’m…. I’m not ready to come yet…”. Enjoying the banter he slipped out and turned her around. Reinserting himself while looking into her eyes “Say it again Carmen, tell me no again”. But she couldn’t. He was calling her bluff. Her legs were spread wide and he never took those beautiful almond eyes off of her. He kissed her gently on the lips and it made her clench her muscles. “Ahhh is that what you want? For me to kiss you… will that make you come for me?” He said with a devilish grin.

She had the answer on the tip of her tongue but before she could answer he put his forehead to hers and with barely a whisper asked her to come for him. “Please” he said “I want to feel you”. She blinked back the emotion she felt surfacing in her eyes and told him “come with me baby.”

As if he finally received his golden ticket he sped up his pace making contact with her g-spot with each stroke. She knew what he was doing, he was trying to claim her. Ruin her even. She felt his need for her with each motion. And she wanted nothing more than to feel him seep inside her.

“Tell me it’s my pussy baby.” His voice was agonizingly beautiful the way he said the words. “It’s yours Ro, all of me is yours….” Squeezing her muscles she felt her release. She heard the extra wetness as their bodies slapped against each other. When he felt her body respond to him he let go too. Riding his wave of ecstasy he slowed his pace to a slow grind inside of her.

They lay breathless for a minute, trying to figure out how they made it to the floor where clothes were thrown about. A feeling of sadness washed over her. Rozay would leave the next day to fly back home. Their communication would become stagnant again and the ache for him would soon resurface.

She always missed him when he left. She wished to know he missed her too, just as much. But that wasn’t the nature of their relationship. If he knew the truth; that she feel in love with him those many years ago, he might not ever speak to her again. So instead of the drama she fell silent. She watched him wipe her down, then himself. They smoked some weed before his Uber came and as she knew she would, she watched him leave. Not knowing when she would see him again.

A week passed before she heard from him again, via social media. She smiled reading his message as she always had. But something was different during this interaction, something felt….new and unknowing. Ro always was able to see her, his gaze boring into her soul and she knew this was not the end of there saga. There love story spanning for over 10 years.

She finished up her conversation, satisfied that they were, as usual, on the same page. Content that they both understood they still have unfinished business.

💋

Jess had noticed over the past couple of days Tonya had looked distracted and she wore a frown of concern. She knew Tonya would get like this sometimes, withdrawn and silent so she wanted to try and put a smile on her face. Besides, they hadn’t had “fun” since Malcolm’s interview and she really needed to release some pressure. She knocked softly on Tonya’s door, letting herself in.

“You busy?” Jess asked, as she crossed the short distance and walked behind Tony’s chair. She didn’t wait for a response before she let her hand slip into Tonya’s blouse while softly kissing her ear.

Tonya grabbed her hand just before her fingers grazed her nipple. “Jess……. I’m really not in the mood right now.” She said softly as she got up from her desk and walked over to her file cabinet. “It’s just, I have a lot of work to do, some things I should’ve already done but I didn’t and I’m a little behind now, rain check?” Tonya gave a genuine face of disappointment. She usually lived for her mid day rendezvous with Jess. But until she could figure out her possible feelings for Malcolm and get ahead on her investigation with The Snatcher, Tonya couldn’t afford to get distracted. And that included Jess.

“Umm…. Yea. Rain check….” Jess felt humiliated. She knew Tonya didn’t mean it in an ugly way and figured she had some personal drama going on so she tried not to take the rejection personal but of course being an over-thinker, she did.

Jess had always been this way. As she walked back to her office she thought about her past and tried to pin point when it all started. Her high school beau, Darius came to mind. He had been her first everything. Their love was pure and innocent, the type of love you wish for in adolescence. Even the breakup was nice, considering the circumstances.

They had met in high school, she was the cheerleader, he was head of the debate team and they had enough classes together to form a friendship that developed into a relationship their sophomore year. Two years into their whirlwind romance, things were going well when Jess found out she had gotten pregnant but miscarried shortly after finding out. Darius didn’t take the loss well and neither did Jess. Her mom had abandoned her when she was a baby and even though Jess was young she longed for a family. What was supposed to be the last year of the “best years of her life” were spent in depression and turmoil. So when she out the blue asked Darius to run away with her she was heartbroken when he declined. He had received a four year, full ride scholarship to Morehouse College and didn’t want to miss the opportunity. He begged her to follow him but Jess didn’t know where she wanted to go in life anymore. Riddled with anxiety, guilt and sorrow, she sunk further into herself. She blocked Darius and tried to rebuild her life. Taking a leap of faith, she enrolled in a well renowned real estate class where she met Tonya and the rest was history.

The anxiety she felt while getting lost in her memory was heavy. Her breath became labored and someone must’ve turned the heat on because she was breaking out in a sweat. Pedro noticed his boss’s face and rushed over to check on her.

“I’m fine Pedro, I promise. I just got a little lightheaded for a minute.” Jess said catching her breath. She leaned back on her office sofa and massaged her temples. Still feeling Pedro’s presence she opened one eye. “Pedro, please clear my schedule for the next two days. I’ll have my briefings done and you can give them to the courier tomorrow morning.”

“Yes mam, is there anything else I can do?” he asked while taking notes.

“Yes, stop hovering please! I said I’m fine.” Jess snapped.

“Yes mam.” Pedro left with his tail between his legs. Closing her office door behind him.

“Great, now I feel like shit…” she thought as she stood up and straightened her skirt.

Jess started gathering her papers and clearing her desk. Everything she needed to send Pedro was completed and she just needed to give them to him. She decided to leave early and get her mind right for the divorce proceedings.

These two personal days were needed. She wanted to get over the humiliation she felt from Tonya and she had a meeting scheduled with her divorce attorney. The next day both of them would meet Winston and his attorney at their law office downtown. This was going to be fun she thought sarcastically.

Since Winston wanted to play hardball she made sure to hire a shark of her own. He couldn’t have thought he was getting any of her money without a fight. Jess was slightly disappointed she wasn’t able to hire the top law firm she originally wanted since they were not accepting new clients. She had to settle for option two. Which wasn’t bad, they had an impeccable winning rate and the retainer wasn’t too steep. Hell, Jess would’ve paid any price to guarantee her success in this divorce.

A few hours passed and with a change of clothes Jess had a better attitude. She walked into Starbucks and saw a middle-aged, short, white woman with red glasses sitting in the corner. Her head was buried in a folder amongst the many others on the table. In front of her was a mountain of papers she was apparently going through. She peered over her glasses and gave a polite smile. Right away the woman knew who Jess was.

“Hi…. Mrs. Jessica Fowler I presume?” She extended her hand.

Jess reluctantly shook it. “Yes and I prefer my maiden name, Lewis. But Jess is fine. And I’m sorry, I thought I was supposed to meet J. Jamison from ‘Jamison and Jamison’. Are you his associate?” She asked questionably.

The woman chuckled. “No sweetheart, I am J. Jamison. The J stands for Janice.” She said pushing her glasses closer to her face looking up at Jess.

Jess couldn’t hide the disappointment she felt. What she needed was a dog, someone who was relentless and didn’t know when to back down. Not a granny.

The woman could see her expression and took her glasses off. “I’m not what you were expecting am I?”

“No mam, you’re not and I’m not trying to be mean. You’re probably a nice lady but I don’t need nice right now I need a champion.”

“Well darling, that’s sure what you got. Don’t be fooled by my stature and meek manner. I know I don’t look it, but I can get down with the best of’em in a courtroom. I’ve been doing this a mighty long time and from what I’ve been looking over, you sure as shit got a solid case. I don’t see why we can’t milk the bastard for all hes got. If you just take a chance on me I promise you won’t regret it. I don’t have a perfect record for nothing.” She gave Jess a wink and patted her hand.

Her southern drawl made Jess smile. The reassurance she felt looking into this strangers eyes was something she’d never felt. Jess felt safe, and that alone outweighed any doubt she may have still had.

“Ok” Jess smiled as her eyes filled with tears.

Janice gave her a Kleenex and told her to fix her crown. “Don’t let them see you cry baby. Now have a seat we have a lot to cover before tomorrow and I want to be prepared. I heard this Darius Lubeck fella is top of the line when it comes to divorce attorneys. BUT he hasn’t met me yet so let’s get started!”

Jess was frozen. “I’m sorry, you said Darius Lubeck?”

Janice double checked something on a piece of paper, “Ahhh yes mam, it says it right here.” Pointing to a line on the page with her red fingernail.

Jess could’ve shit a brick “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She said under her breath.

She was stunned and speechless because if her suspicions were correct, Darius Lubeck was indeed the same Darius from high school.

💋KV

A few days had passed and Malcolm was settling into his new job nicely. He had kept a low profile ever since Wanda decided to display their business for everyone to see. He figured that’s the reason why Tonya was being so distant. He didn’t expect her to roll out a welcome mat, but she hadn’t even returned a simple hello or good morning in the elevator ever since that day. It was a good thing he would be out of the office most of the day taking some clients to view a few properties. He thought about offering to buy her lunch but talked himself right out of the idea. His wounds were still so fresh.

Jess was preoccupied as well. Winston dropping the divorce bomb was a shock. She felt jilted, she was the one that was supposed to leave him. She had been unhappy for a while and had mentally left the relationship long ago. How dare he! But hell, at least it was over. Maybe now she would get laid. She was served her official paperwork a couple days ago. Everything seemed to be in order except Winston’s request for half the money in her business savings account and alimony. She stopped dead in her tracks, pausing with her hand on her office door. This was a surprise and it caught her completely off guard since he had not helped her open Top Notch Realty, nor was he an investor. She recalled a conversation with him and he pointed out several holes in her business plan and said no one would dare take a chance on her. “A waste of time” were his exact words. But now that she and her team had grew her “bad investment” into a very profitable business he wanted half.

“This mother fucker.” she said through gritted teeth. She pushed her door open and slammed her purse down.

Lately, Tonya had been the first to arrive and last leave. Her mind was filled with possible leads and patterns she found through her research like, all three women lived alone and had an intense workout schedule. Two of the three even went to the same gym. All three were similar in build; 5’5-5’7 in height, slim-thick, dark skinned and they all also lived within a 10 mile radius from each other.

“He’s probably a local for sure” she said out loud to herself scrolling on her computer. While looking on different media sites she was alarmed to see very little coverage for the cases. She really had to dig and make a few calls to get some of the facts. Which was no problem, with 10 years of call center experience she was comfortable on the phone. After a few compliments and harmless flirting her folder was filled with documents.

She felt bad for seemingly giving M the cold shoulder. But just because she had not engaged in conversation that didn’t mean she didn’t notice him. How could she not? The man was fine and not only that, he was punctual and well mannered. Quiet and hardworking. She felt his presence as soon as he would get off the elevator not to mention his cologne. It lingered in the air minutes after he would walk away. He was intoxicating. She thought maybe she would ask him to lunch but dismissed this thought when she over heard his assistant remind him about his viewings that day.

She knew it would be a risk and she didn’t know if she really wanted to open that door. She was content being single. She liked her space and not answering to anyone. She was alone but not lonely. Even on those rare times when she wanted sex she knew how to get her fix. True, women had been the fix for the time being but feeling her body react to M caused her pussy to throb. It hadn’t yearned for male attention in so long. She had to snap out of it. She hit the print button on her last article and walked across the room to get it. She was being ridiculous, lusting after this man that just got humiliated. He probably wasn’t interested in her anyway.

Malcolm caught a glimpse of Tonya walking to the printer. Sam, his assistant, had told him his two clients were headed up stairs to meet him so they could leave. “Great, thanks Sam!” Malcolm responded. He patted his pockets to make sure he had everything for the day. It was doubtful he would return since it was Friday. He cut the lights off in his office and made his way to the lobby, passing the copy room. He decided to take a chance anyway, he was feeling lucky so he knocked on the door.

“Ms. Green, how are you doing today?” Sliding his hands in his pockets smoothly so she wouldn’t see him fidgeting.

Tonya was startled, she didn’t hear him walk up and the bass in his voice sent chills down her spine.

“Whew shit Malcolm, you scared me.” Laughing nervously. “I’m doing good, how are you? Settling in ok?” It was easy to smile while talking to him. This was new for her.

“Yea it’s all good, headed out now to woo some new clients. I plan on showing them a few properties I think they’ll like. Hopefully it all goes well and brings some money in.” He smiled.

“Oh well that’s good sounds like a busy day. But you got it. Is it the Ferguson account?” she asked while refilling the copier.

“Yep… sure is” Malcolm looked confused. “How did you know?”

“Great! I’m glad someone in this office is finally getting them to do business with us. I tried my hardest to get them as a client but I believe they had an issue working with a woman. Of course they never said that, but I just got a feeling.”

“Damn, well we can split the commission if you like.” Malcolm said, feeling guilty.

“No, no thanks, I’m just glad the company got the business. You’re doing the work it’s only right for you to get the full commission.” she smiled. Tonya was happy she decided to wear a black shirt that day. M had her sweating she was so nervous. It was a shame, she could look someone in their eyes while she took their life away with no problem but a simple conversation with this man had her ready to run and hide. She had to get it together.

Standing there awkwardly in silence, Malcolm looked at his watch. “Ah well I better head out, it was good to finally talk to you, maybe next week we can get together for lunch and I can pick your brain about the Ferguson’s?”

“Ok that sounds good, I would like that. Let your assistant know to add it to my calendar. I hope you have a great time “wooing”. She said with a genuine smile. She walked out of the room catching a whiff of M’s scent.

“Great, I’ll send her an email right now. Catch you later.” Malcolm turned the corner beaming with excitement.

Tonya could’ve kicked herself. She could barely have a cordial conversation in a copy room without bursting into a full sweat. Now she agreed to have lunch with the man?

She plopped down in her seat and covered her face, with a deep sigh she murmured to herself “Shit…..”

💋KV

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