I did as I was told. I felt the warm gooeyness coat my lips, stick to the roof of my mouth and glide onto my tongue. My mouth widened to take it all in and I clasped my lips around it, wanting to savor it a little longer. Then I swallowed.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
Yes, it was good. And yes, I definitely wanted more. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
“Now, tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”
His tone dared me to say otherwise. I savored what was left in my mouth and then licked the residue from my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
“Come on, say it.”
I giggled when I saw the serious look on his handsome face. I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t about to start now.
“I’ll admit that it is very good. But I’ve had better. Sorry.”
“And here I am thinking that I would blow your mind.”
Disappointed, Alejandro slid into the chair next to me and placed the fork onto the dessert plate. I immediately picked it up, dug into the chocolate molten lava cake and brought it to his lips.
“Butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, fresh raspberries, powdered sugar…I used to be an expert at making these when I was a teenager. This is almost as good as what I used to make. Almost…”
“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you…”
“Be quiet and open your mouth.”
A smile spread across his face before he opened his mouth to receive the fork. We laughed and took turns feeding each other until the cake was a memory and we were suffering from a chocolate high.
When I noticed chocolate on the corner of his mouth, I tried to smudge it away with my thumb but Alejandro took hold of it and slowly slide it across his sticky lips. Before I knew it, my thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking the chocolate from it.
His eyes said it all, making me wonder just how sticky things could get in the middle of the empty restaurant.
When I looked up from my coffee, there she was standing across the street.
How was it even possible to be so in tune with her?
Through the coffee shop window where we first met, I watched her stop, pull her cell from her pocket and send a text. I glanced down at my own cell, hoping that her text would be to me but it wasn’t. It would have been easy for me to get up and go outside to talk to her but I didn’t. My ass was glued to my chair.
“What’s wrong with you Tyler?”
Brian’s voice broke into my thoughts when he noticed my coffee cup stuck in my hand mid-air. I pointed to where she was standing. Brian’s mouth formed an “O” when he saw her.
“She’s back?”
“Obviously.”
I took a long sip of my black coffee. The more I looked at her, the more annoyed I became that she looked unfazed, happy and not thinking about me.
“Did she tell you that she was back in town?”
“No.”
We were silent for a minute.
“Was she supposed to let you know?”
“No.”
“But you expected her to, right?”
“I don’t know. I guess so.”
“Are you going to go talk to her?”
“No.”
I’d let her invade my thoughts too much. It was time to shake off the hold she had on me. Sometimes I wished I’d never met her.
Brian didn’t press the issue and we continued to observe her.
“How many times have you been in love Tyler?”
“Twice,” I said without thinking.
“Really? Twice?”
I watched her slip her cell into her purse and walk away until she was out of sight.
“Yeah, and both times it’s been with her,” I said without thinking again.
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“A Good Dick Is Hard To Find”
Richard is standing behind me and I’m sitting deathly still waiting for him to react.
I close my eyes as he leans in and fills my ear with his hot breath.
“No other man could ever do you the way that I do.”
I say nothing.
“How could you do it? Of all the men in this city, you turned to him? If you were unhappy, you should have talked to me!” He slides his hands along my shoulder blades and he pauses dramatically when he reaches the base of my neck. I’m hoping that he won’t strangle me.
His voice is barely audible to the people sitting around us. His tone always sends tingles up my spine and makes my skin prickle in a sick yet satisfying way.
“It had nothing to do with me not being happy! I just needed…”
“It kills me to know that you let him touch you! You let his hands play with what is rightfully mine. I’m not even sure if I want you back.”
His hands fall away from my neck, slides back down my shoulders and my face flushes with shame.
“I’m sorry. But…but you weren’t around to give me what I needed.”
“So that’s the way you’re going to play this off? You’re blaming me? I was only gone for a few weeks!”
“I know, I’m sorry but…”
“All I keep seeing is his hands running through your hair and…”
Disgust chokes Richard’s words and then there we are, at a quiet standstill.
I can’t lose him. I refuse to lose him. I’ve waited far too long to have a man like this to lose him now. I need to make “us” right. Just being sorry isn’t going to cut it.
That’s when it hits me. I know what I have to do. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m a little scared.
“Richard…I’ll make it up to you.”
“How? That’s impossible.”
“Uh…You know that thing you’ve always fantasized doing to me? Well, I’ll let you do it. I’ll let you have your way.”
I keep my eyes shut while I wait for his reaction. My heart races. A quiet moment passes and once again, his hands find their way back to my shoulders. He squeezes them with anticipation and suddenly his moist lips are almost pressed against my ear again.
“Really? You’re that sorry?”
I nod. My heart races.
“I’ll let you do anything you want to me. But one time and one time only. But you can never bring up what I did again and you can never ever kick me to the curb. Agreed?”
“Agreed!”
As I feel the whoosh of the plastic smock sweep across my body to imprison me, I finally raise my eyes and look at his reflection in the mirror facing us. A smile spreads wide across his face as he runs all ten fingers through the hair that I have never let him cut beyond its current shoulder length.
As his hands continue to play, his eyes glaze over as if he is literally turned on by fondling it. I am slightly repulsed at his excitement but feel a little empowered by the hold I seem to have over him in this tiny moment. Like a mad man, Richard’s eyes dart across the array of scissors and on the work space in front me.
“Hmm…I’ve more than fantasized about giving you a sexy bob cut, hiding the grey and turning you into a fiery hot red-head with a little blond streak. It’s time you get off the grey line and I’ll guarantee that the men will fall in line in no time.”
Richard turns to bark orders at one of the many young I-wanna-be-famous-too assistants to prep me.
“I’m going to do you sooo right that you won’t be able to walk out of this salon!”
I stifle a laugh at how everything Richard says has sexual undertones even when it’s related to hair.
Like all of the other women submissively waiting their turn with “Good Dick”, the nickname clients called him behind his back, I have no intention of upsetting the apple cart. Never again would I dare have my hair touched by his arch rival at the other upscale salon across town.
If keeping myself in Richard’s good graces and on the salon’s exclusive client list means giving him my head, I’m prepared to swallow that bitter pill and pay the price of my betrayal because Richard’s hands are pure magic.
And in this city, a Good Dick is hard to find.
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Today’s challenge was very difficult because I have a sh*tload of pet peeves.
But for today, I’ll stick to the ones that have peeved me within the last 24 hours.
1. People get mad for being refused entry in public spaces because they aren’t wearing a (now) mandatory mask
Finally, as of a few weeks ago, we all have to wear masks in public spaces.
You know, everyone is free to make their own choices. But when your choice can lead to potentially making me ill and passing germs along to the most vulnerable people in my immediate family when I’ve been doing all I can to keep them safe, I don’t care about your freedom of choice.
I have family members who have NOT LEFT THE HOUSE SINCE EARLY MARCH…that’s 5 months folks so yeah, I said what I said.
If you don’t wear a seat belt and get a ticket, it’s your fault. If you don’t wear a mask to the store and they refuse your entry, it’s your fault. You bear the consequences.
Don’t get mad…no soup for you like in that Seinfeld episode.
I’ve been faithfully wearing a mask in all public places ever since the pandemic hit and even when it’s been like 40 degrees Celsius and I’m about to pass out.
It’s about respecting others – plain and simple.
I said this to someone a few months ago who disagreed about the whole mask thing and telling me that he couldn’t afford masks. The same guy who had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and goes through at least a pack a day.
You know that I couldn’t help myself but to point that out…
2. Celebrities who are shameless fakers.
I can’t stand it when celebrities pretend that their youthful looks are due to lots of water and strict beauty routines when its VERY obvious that their faces have been injected and gone under the knife on the regular. It’s even worse when they are airbrushed into flawlessness in magazines and everyone wants to pretend like they haven’t.
Who are they trying to fool? And who out there actually believes that they roll out of bed looking that smooth and flawless?
If that’s the case, then I’ll lie too and tell everyone that this is what I look like when I fall out of bed. This photo is compliments of that popular Facebook app that circulated a few years ago and I converted into a cartoon for my profile avatar.
3. How the media continues to depict unambiguously dark-skinned Black women as the face of struggle, pain, masculinity, strong warriors, indestructible, and all things angry and sassy. Over the past few months, I’ve seen a number of magazine covers that have done this and as usual, I am highly unimpressed.
I won’t name them but if you are in the know, you know which ones to which I’m referring.
Until things change more, it will always annoy me that the images of every other non-Black, mixed race or racially ambiguous woman can be promoted as feminine, soft, and delicate but when it comes to darker-hued women, all bets are off.
Don’t get me started…
What are some of the things that peeve you? Share with me in the comment box.
My taste in music is very varied. I grew up in a house with older siblings who listened to older stuff and combined with my parents tastes, I love a lot of even olderoldies too.
50’s, 60’s, 70’s and so on and so forth…Motown, country, light rock, disco, funk, R&B…The only kinds of music I truly dislike are rap music (the kind that is disrespects women women) and headbanging heavy metal.
My favorite? Sexy, smooth R&B.
I was once on a plane, swaying my head to the music in my earphones when a curious older gentleman next to me asked what I was listening to. When I told him, his eyes almost bugged out of his head.
“What would you know about the Platters and Freddy Fender? You’re way too young,” he said.
I disagreed and then we got into a very long discussion about all-things-old-music.
There are certain songs that, whenever I hear them, I have to stop and just appreciate them.
You know, like sit in the car and listen it out.
Or dance it out at home.
Or sing along if no one is around and I don’t want to scare the neighbors (though I do sing out loud when one neighbor is outside because she doesn’t like me much…).
Below are 10 QUICK and RANDOM songs because I could spend all day adding to the list.
They all remind of people, events and situations.
If you have time to spare, why not take a listen to a few?
Wet My Whistle – all the Friday night dance jams we used to have in our living room back in the day;
Native New Yorker– the dream to one day aimlessly roam the streets of New York when I was old enough to do so;
Too Much Too Little– my parents love of Johnny Mathis and all things Motown;
Baby Come To Me– the Luke and Laura craze (that I wasn’t into) back in my “General Hospital” soap opera watching days;
Cruisin’– still an amazing beach and long distance summer driving song;
No Night So Long– Dionne Warwick, one of my mother’s all-time favorites along with Gladys Knight. We were awesome at dropping the needle on just the right section on the album on the turntable to repeat certain tunes;
I love songs that tell a story, probably because I like to tell stories. It’s a shame that most of today’s music can not compete with this good old quality stuff.
What are some of the songs that will never get old to you? Share with me in the comment box.
Of course, growing up, I had celebrity crushes – Michael Jackson, George Michael, and Peter Reckell (“Days of Our Lives” back in the early 1980s) are just a few that come to my mind right away.
But as an adult?
I’m not sure that I would call them crushes but I will be the first to admit that there have been more than a few shows I’ve watched solely because the male leads were eye-candy.
And that sugary, sweet, mouth-watering eye candy was just AMPLIFIED by the characters/roles they played.
Okay, I’ll give you three examples of sizzling hot…
Exhibit #1 – Can Yaman as “Can Divit” in “Erkenci Kuş.” If I could buy this Turkish romantic comedy series with proper English subtitles, I would do it just to stare at him at my leisure. You see, I had to speed watch all 51 episodes (at 2+ hours each) because the English subtitled episodes that avid die-hard fans have posted are being quickly removed by the powers that be.
Exhibit #2 – Simon Baker as “Patrick Jane”. I’ve used to rewatch “The Mentalist” reruns more times than I can count when nothing else was on. And then there was him in “Something New” where I first noticed him.
Exhibit #3 – Jason Momoa as…well…any role he wants to play.
Bonus: I would have added Michele Morrone as “Massimo” (from the “365 Dni” movie that wasn’t very good and whose kidnapping story line was more than questionable). I couldn’t find a giphy of him and don’t want to get into trouble with the internet police so feel free to click on the link above if you don’t know who I’m talking about. If you can put the 365 Dni movie aside, my God…his cute IG Stories with that accent and devilish smile? Someone crank up the AC!
Who are YOUR celebrity crushes? Share with me in the comments!
Just the sight of all that beautiful ocean blue water from my window seat was enough to excite me. But the moment I exited the airport and felt myself enveloped by the humid salty air, I knew that I’d found a little slice of heaven I would just have to call mine.
There was this indescribable vibe in the air that I couldn’t describe and it just felt as if I was “home”, like in my soul. Maybe strange but very true.
This is also the reason why this little treasure will be the backdrop of some of my future stories when I can get my sh*t together.
Since that first time all those years ago, I’ve been visiting the island on average once a year, sometimes even twice when if my schedule and personal commitments permit. The pandemic messed up my 2020 plans to spend an entire month but my fingers are crossed that I can do that next year.
Of course, the fact that I always stay at an apartment-style location directly on the beach and within a 10 minute walk to a large grocery store and the airport enhance the situation exponentially. I’m winning all the way around.
I’ve visited so often that I should have been an expert on all-things-PR but I am not. I used to be embarrassed by that because I haven’t done as much exploring as people think I should have done by now. But a long time ago, a very wise person told me that shoulds are the pressure you put on yourself due to other people’s expectations so forget about the shoulds.
That advice was on point.
The challenges of traveling with others who may or may not have the same interests as me and the safety concerns to keep in mind when I travel solo always factor into the “travel equation” of the choices I make. It was what it is and I roll with that.
Ponce, Cabo Rojo, Culebra are just some of the places I look forward to discovering when the time is right.
Otherwise, I’m content to just “be”.
[These are my photos below]
I’m more than content to roll out of bed in the morning and go for a walk on the beach before the rest of the world wakes up...
I’m more than content to return after my walk, sip on local coffee and watch the beach come alive…
I’m more than content to chill under a palm tree with a novel in my lap and have my soul soothed by the sounds of the ocean…
Marquessa 