Adore- A Scenario

She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing her hair, and preparing her head for the work she would be undertaking that day. The bathroom was still steamy from her shower. She could hear Prince’s “Adore” wafting in softly from the bedroom. She was lost in thought, when he came in behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. She in turn placed her hands on his. She took notice of his long fingers entwined together and holding her tightly. She felt safe when he held her this way. He inhaled the scent of her hair. He nuzzled her neck, brushing his lips against it lightly. Aside from the Bond #9 New Haarlem perfume she wore, his keen nose detected the subtle scent of her heat that emanated from her body. He grunted softly and hungrily in her ear turned on by the subtlety he had come to recognize and in part, create.

She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as his hands snaked their way down her hips, in between her thighs and to her crotch. He rubbed her pussy through her snug trousers. She began to moan softly. She opened her eyes to look at his reflection in the mirror. He was watching her intently. She smiled. She could feel him growing hard against her ass. She turned around to face him and lifted herself to a sitting position on the sink. Then, she pulled him between her legs to get him closer to her.

He leaned down to kiss her, and as he did, she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled back from her just enough to unbutton her blouse. She leaned back into the mirror as he did this. He slowly undid each button, until he could cup each breast in his hands.

He then undid the buttons of her slacks and pulled them, and her underwear down at the same time. They dropped softly to the floor. He looked at her sitting on the sink, leaning back against the mirror, once again, and smiled. This is what he saw: her blouse was opened and exposing just her bra. She was naked from the waist down, save for the sling-backs on her feet. Her thighs were glistening and soft from the lotion she’d just massaged into them. Oh, to be that lotion covering the length of those legs!

His big dick was rock hard and straining against his sweat pants, as he'd not dressed in the suit that hung waiting for him, in the closet. He would take care of that in a minute.

He took one of her legs in each hand, positioning them into “V” formation. Then he bent down between them and ate her pussy like it was going out of style. She could only moan, as she was positioned in such as way that she couldn’t move up or down to follow the path of his tongue. She couldn’t move from side to side to offer his tongue every crevice, and his nose every scent of her pussy . She could only call out his name-over and over again. She could only quiver in his mouth beneath his artful tongue.

After she’d come, he helped her down from the sink…and leaned her over it.

He momentarily paused, thinking “The ass or the pussy? The pussy or the ass?”

Which did he choose?

He thrust and thrust. She bounced back commanding him to “work it baby!”

He told her he was about to come. “Can I have it?” She asked him coyly.

He secondarily paused thinking, “Should I cum in her in her hot mouth, or explode all over her pretty face?”

Which did he choose?

Copyright 2006

Coretta Scott King R.I.P 1927-2006

"The Courage In Your Eyes"

The courage in your eyes
The wisdom in your smile
The strength within your heart
To walk the endless mile
The years have only shined upon your face
Will shower you with dignity and grace
The way you've lived your life
And the light you've always shown
More than the world, more than this world
More than the world
Has ever known
Lyrics by Michael Bolton

Rest in Peace Mrs. King,
You are an example of what everyone knows- that beside every great man is an outstanding woman.

Observant Musing-The Black Turtleneck

I was around downtown, killing some time when I spied a head of me, a sporty blue car come to a pause in front of a mailbox. I witnessed the hand and wrist of a man as it reached out of his car window to deposit some mail in the box.

I couldn’t see much more of him then his wrist and hand. However on that wrist, I noticed that he sported a sophisticatedly, simple silver-metal watch. It reminded me that fine jewelry applied sparingly on a man is very sexy. Just above his wrist was a bit of a crisply, starched, cuffed-shirt sleeve in the color black. That little bit of arm appeared tailored and stylish. As I watched him covertly from behind, I wondered if this man was truly stylish, or if it was the miracle of black, and my distance from him, that merely created the illusion that he was such. Hmmmm....

It got me to thinking-and gentlemen listen up, I am about to give you some advice that could change your luck, and thus your life. As it is now that time of year when winter clothing adorns your bodies, there is a staple for your wardrobe that you should know about. If you are tailored, and polished, then you probably already do. What is that one must have staple for the gentlemen’s wardrobe, you may ask? It is a well fitting black turtleneck. If you only buy one piece of clothing, this season let that be it.

You will suddenly find that women notice you. You will be walking down the street minding your own business, but you will begin to feel the heavy weight of hundreds and hundreds-ok, maybe 10’s and 10’s of eyes resting upon your shoulders, and making their way up to your eyes, and possibly back down your shoulders, all they way to your shoes. Doesn’t that sound nice?

I have a thing for a man in a black turtleneck. All my men have known this, and it has almost become a prerequisite to being with me, to have one in his wardrobe.
Now, pair that black turtleneck with a well groomed goatee, and I will be all over him like white on rice. Why that combo turns me on like it does, I don’t know. I can only speculate on a few reasons:

1)I am a throwback to the 60’s and that cool beatnik style that I was not yet born to appreciate and participate in. Thus, I live vicariously through that fashion sensibility now.

2)That I have dreams of Shaft and the machismo that he exudes which turns me on and makes me want the ‘shaft’.

3)That I am an undercover New Yorker, and like all things black.

4)That they are simply a miracle garment, much like the “A” line skirt for women, and that no matter the wearer, it can’t help but do a body good.

Throughout time, the black turtleneck has achieved legendary status. Think: Steve McQueen, Sean Connery and Richard Roundtree. Where would they be if they hadn’t been donning a black turtleneck?

Several years ago, I purchased a quality one for my current/ex, and per my request they have been a staple in his wardrobe ever since. He looks very good anyway, but when sporting a black turtleneck, he is super doper hot! I can only “allow” him to wear it when he is with me.

Now, we are contemplating the possible or obvious demise of our relationship, which would mean that he will be free to wear those damn black turtlenecks whenever he pleases.

I find myself not-so-absurdly thinking, that since Spring fashions are now appearing on store shelves, that this would be a good time to take all his turtlenecks and either cut them to bits, or burn them. Then, he won’t be able to wear them, or by new ones to wear… with someone else.

Of all the things that I could bear, for some reason, that is one thing that I can not. Not yet.

Copyright 2006

O.M. The Diary of a Bad Black Woman Day 4 & 5

Day 4 Thursday Evening, Feels So Good

I got to the hotel, to find FSG waiting outside. I was a bit peeved at my hotel. Before Cuban Cigar and I left for our walk, I had told them, that I would have a friend coming by, and that they should give him a key to my room, so he could wait comfortably. They said “Of course.” However, when FSG got there, there was no note of such conversation and they wouldn’t let him in my room. So, he’d gone to Starbucks to wait. I checked the Starbucks on my way back to the hotel, FSG wasn’t there, he’d had gone back to the hotel. I called him and told him that I would be there shortly. As usual, he was calm and cool.

As I approached him, I could see, that “Yep, he still looked very good.” He was, as he always is-impeccably dressed and groomed. And, he always has the biggest smile on his face when he sees me. I said, “Hey, Baby” as I approached him, and kissed him on his soft lips. I didn't care who saw us, I knew for sure that he was that special. He told me how good I looked, (which I doubt after all that walking) and we went upstairs to my room. I showered and changed and we went to eat at Lauriol Plaza, a place that Sisely kept raving about. The food was pretty good, but the atmosphere was really for twenty-somethings, not thirty-somethings. We didn’t mind though, as we always enjoy our conversations, no matter where we’re at.

We walked back to the hotel for dessert… holding hands all the while. Another thing that I like about FSG, is that he always holds my hand. He will not let me walk 2 feet without my hand in his, or his hand on my back guiding me. People have stopped us on the street to remark at what an attractive couple we make. He is very protective and proud of me and he shows it in that and other ways.

As we were walking inside, 3D was walking in front of us with 2 women. He didn’t see us, until we got inside. I said, “Hello.”, when he turned around and spoted us. He said the same, as he gave FSG the once over. FSG didn’t notice. I gave 3D a knowing smile. It looks as if 3D found something to get into after all.

FSG, and I had a great time talking body talk for the rest of the night and into the early morning. He can appreciate that I am a morning person, and is always willing to accommodate me. And, I so dig him, that I will accommodate him anytime! I especially like his velvet hands against my skin, they are so beautiful to feel and look at. They are instruments of precision! Have you ever felt totally and completely adored by a man? That is the way FSG makes me feel every time we are together, which is never enough for our liking, at least not yet.

Day 5, Friday Morning: The Last Goodbyes

FSG, and I walked around Du Pont Circle to find something for brunch. Then, sadly, I had to drop him off to go home. I know that I will see him again soon. As I was leaving, I got a call from 3D. He was at the airport. I told him that it looked like he found something to get into last night… He said, “No, that was just someone I met earlier. She’s getting married, next month, she wasn’t going there.” I said, “When I said you found something to get into, I was not talking about her pants!” I knew he was just out for booty. He laughed. “Oh. Well, we just went for a walk and then she went to her room, her friend went to her room, and I went to mine. It’s probably a good thing that you and I didn’t get together; it would have been too tempting. We would have gotten into trouble.” “Oh, no we wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t have gotten into my pants either.” “I’m not saying that I would have, but I certainly would have been tempted.” He responded. “Ok, I’ll give you that. Yes, it is probably a good thing we didn’t get together. It would certainly have been a tempting situation." I said.

He said, "Well, I have your information, and you have mine, and if I am ever in your town, I will certainly give you a call.” I told him that I would do the same.

Later, I got a text from Cuban Cigar. “I hope you had a “good” night last night. Sorry didn’t get to see you before leaving. Keep in touch.” I will, let’s see if he does.

I look at this past week as a snap shot of what my life could be like, once I’ve positioned myself to be truly free to explore the realm of possibilities. There are lots of options out there for me. I need not fear that there aren’t. If others can exercise the freedom to find what it is that makes them happy, then so can I. Heck, the way I see it, I’m already half-way there, by knowing what isn’t gonna cut it!


Copyright 2006

O.M. The Diary of a Bad Black Woman -Day 4

Day 4, Thursday Afternoon, I Wanna Hold Your Hand

"Yeh, you got that something,
I think you’ll understand,
When I feel that something,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.
And when I touch you
I feel happy inside,
It’s such a feeling
I can’t hide,
I can’t hide, I can’t hide."
-The Beatles, I Wanna Hold Your Hand

That is how I felt while walking around with Cuban Cigar. It was a beautiful Indian-Summer like day. The weather was beautiful and unseasonable for this time of year. As we left my hotel, we ran into Moe. Moe is an older, white, man, from the South. Yet, despite that, he is genuinely a nice person with a good and giving heart and passion for promoting healthy children-all children. I introduced Cuban Cigar to him, and vice versa. Moe explained that he was looking for a pharmacy but couldn’t find it. Cuban Cigar then told him it was on the corner, and to walk with us and he would show him where it was at. How cool is Cuban Cigar for doing that? Moe was very appreciative, as was I to witness, that type of character.

At first we walked aimlessly toward downtown D.C. The whole time we walked, I kept my hands in my pockets. At many points along the way, I was so tempted to grab Cuban Cigar’s hand as we walked . He kept his hands in his pockets as well. Was it because he didn’t want to hold my hand? Or, was he like me, afraid that it would be inappropriate…too soon? When you hold someone’s hand, you are telling all who see, and that person that “I am with this person, and this person is with me.” You are signifying that you are proud of that. You must think that person is someone pretty special, or you wouldn’t let people get that perception, by being so closely linked (and that is the message the person and passers-by get). You wouldn’t give that perception.

Cuban Cigar is special, but I didn’t know if he was that special, or if he thought that of me. So, while I wanted to be that close to him, I wouldn’t rush things. I would wait and let time tell. Besides, a slow and steady heat creates a longer lasting flame. As we walked though, our elbows kept hitting each other.

We stopped at a perfume store along the way that was closed -unfortunately. I told Cuban Cigar, how much I like perfume, and collected the bottles. He said that he liked it too. Then he asked me if I could guess what he was wearing. He said, “Smell me.” Inside I was thinking, “Come on man! Don’t do that to me! I already want to hold your hand. Now you want me to get closer and smell you? What if my lips accidentally brush the side of your neck?” They didn’t though. I leaned into his neck and inhaled deeply. I couldn’t figure out what he was wearing, so instead I said “Whatever it is, you smell good.”

Then Cuban Cigar decided that he wanted to go visit the new Native American Museum. Our walk was turning out to be a hike, but that was cool. Our time was dwindling down fast. FSG had called while we were en route to the museum, and said that he would be arriving shortly.

On the way to the museum, we walked past the Jefferson Memorial, The Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. Cuban Cigar was telling me about a time when he was there with a friend who had never seen the monuments and memorials before. He said, “You know, the best time to see them is around 3 in the morning. It’s quiet...” “and romantic?” I interrupted. I then said, “I don’t know, I think now is the best time to see them.” What I meant was, since I was with him, and we were seeing them together, it was of course, the best time. My comment was lost on him though. We went into the museum, and viewed the exhibits.

We had to head back. As it turns out Cuban Cigar knows his way very well around D.C. we took some short cuts that turned out to be long cuts going by China Town and other historical landmarks. By the time all was said and done, I felt that I had worked off all that good food that I had eaten during the conference. We hugged and kissed (on the cheeks) goodbye. Sigh, what a great time I had these last few days. But, they weren't over yet.

...to be continued

Copyright 2006

O.M. The Diary of a Bad Black Woman -Day 4

Day 4, Thursday Morning: Time is a Wasting

It was the last day of conference sessions. I was standing in the hallway waiting for mine to begin when a guy named C.B. walked up to me. He asked me why I looked like I was ready to give someone a beat-down? I said “What?! I do not look like that!” He said, ‘Yep, Yes you do.” I said, “Well I didn’t mean to look like that. I’m just standing here people watching and having a good time, thinking I was looking fly. I don’t want to beat anyone down.” We started laughing and he then pulled out his card, and said “Nice to meet you. My name is C.B. I’m a hope dealer.” I looked at his card, and it seems that he runs programs for disadvantaged youth-giving them hope for a brighter tomorrow. I gave him my card, we exchange a few more niceties and he went on his way. After the session, there was a lunch session, and then 1 more afternoon session.

Cuban Cigar had text me earlier, asking me if I wanted to meet him for lunch. I said. “Yes, of course”. At the appointed time, I went into the ballroom to wait by the doors for him. While I was waiting, 3D came up to me to say hello. I asked him if he had managed to find anything to get into last night. He said he hadn’t, and asked me why I thought it was so hard for him. He said that I was the only one that had even shown some friendliness toward him (Yeah, right!). I said "Maybe it’s because you have a dangerous look on your face."

Then I went on to explain what C.B. had told me. 3D said “You don’t look like that to me.” I said “Thank you. Because I’m really a lover, not a fighter.” He licked his lips. “How does one know if someone is looking at him in the hallway?” He asked, referring back to our elevator chat. I said “Well, if you just passed that person, and you see them not 3 seconds later, then that person is probably taking a second look.” “Oh, is that how it works?” He asked. I said, “Well, it worked for me.” He said, “Yeah, but you are all booked, up. You couldn’t do anything last night. Then tonight you said you were having a friend come over, and I assume it’s a man?” I said “You know, this was an unusual circumstance.” Before I could go on, I’d received a text from Cuban Cigar, telling me that he was waiting over by the deli. I wanted to wrap up this conversation to go meet him. I didn’t want to waste a minute of time that I could spend with Cuban Cigar.

I took out my business card to give to 3D and said that if he ever found himself in my state, he could give me a call. Just as I was handing my card to him, in walked Cuban Cigar. I introduced the gentlemen to each other, and then Cuban Cigar and I left to find seats. We decided that after lunch we would go for a stroll through D.C., (until FSG arrived). I was not sorry that FSG would be arriving (Spending time with him is a rarity, and I love it), but I was sorry that I couldn’t spend more time with Cuban Cigar. I think he felt the same, given the message he would leave me the next day.

...to be continued

Copyright 2006

O.M. The Diary of a Bad Black Woman-Day 3

Day 3, Wednesday Eve: All’s Well that Ends Well

I returned to my room after a long day of conference sessions. I had text Sisely, and told her that Cuban Cigar had given me the wrong digits. I told her I didn’t think it was intentional, since he volunteered them, but I didn’t know for sure.

Since I didn’t know, and he hadn’t called me, I told her that we wouldn’t be going Salsa dancing that night. She text me back her disappointment and sympathy. I decided that I would go downstairs to get some dinner to bring back to my room, and would watch a video I had brought-in case things didn’t go as I had planned. It would pain me to break out the video, but what could I do? I went downstairs to one of the restaurants to check out the menu. While there, I saw a couple of people that I had lunch with on Tuesday. They were finishing up their meals. I told them I was getting mine to go. They insisted that I sit down and eat, and that they would wait and keep me company. How dear is that? So, I sat down to eat with Moe and Cynda.

It was during my meal that Cuban Cigar called. He had been sleeping the afternoon away (He’d come directly to the conference from a week of New Years Eve partying.) I told him that I tried to call him, but that he had given me the wrong number. He didn’t believe me and gave me his number again. It turns out that the 4 was supposed to be a 9. He still wanted to go dancing, but at that point, I was too filled from eating to make the moves that Salsa required(a good excuse anyway). We decided instead to walk along Du Pont Circle. He said that he would meet me in the lobby of my hotel (he was staying in another) at 9. After finishing my meal, I went up to my room to change.

At 8:58, I went downstairs to wait for Cuban Cigar. As I got off the elevator, I bumped into 3D getting on it. I said “Hi, 3D.” He said, “How do you know my name?” I said, “I saw it on your name tag earlier today.” “When did you see me?” he asked inquisitively. “I saw you at the conference walking down the hall.” “How come I didn’t see you?” He asked. “Because I am good like that.” I said jokingly. He asked me my name, and I told him. He asked what I was getting into tonight. I told him that I was just about to meet a friend to go for a walk. He said, “Oh”, disappointedly. I asked him what he was “getting into”. “Nothing. I can’t find anyone to hang out with.” He said dejectedly. “I find that hard to believe.” I responded. “Well, look at you, you’re about to go hang out with someone, so you’re not available.” “What are you doing tomorrow?” “Well, I have a friend coming over.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “See! Well, here’s my number in case something should change.” “Ok, thanks. If not, I’ll see you tomorrow at the conference anyway.” I then went to the lobby to wait for Cuban Cigar. 3D was looking quite good, had I not met Cuban Cigar, we might have gotten into something…

Cuban Cigar was right on time(-in many ways). We walked around Du Pont circle. It was a quick walk, so we decided to cab it over to Adam’s Morgan. We found a spot called the Rumba Room. We went inside and had the best Mojitos ever. And, dare I say, the easiest, most fluid conversation ever. We talked for a long time. He is so easy to talk with, so calm and so cool. Plus, we have many of the same interests in common. I can best describe him as comfortable.

We left the Rumba room, and decided to walk back to our hotels. During our walk, we heard music from on high, wafting down into the street. We were standing in front of Habana Village, a small but intimate Salsa joint. We decided to go upstairs and have a look-see. There were only 4 other people in there as they were about to close. We went to the back of the room. Cuban Cigar began to get his groove on. I couldn’t help him with that, I’m afraid. I was too intimidated by someone who knew what he was doing.

He pulled me up from the seat I was sitting in (perfectly content watching him) and showed me some basic steps. He held my hands as he showed me. (Can I just pass out now, and be done with it?) He was getting all technical, talking about listening for the beats, and counts and 1 and 2 steps, etc. He lost me at listening for the beats. He was such a sweetie though. He kept trying, and even tried to show me how to spin. Ok, I can’t get the basic foot moves down, there was no way, I was going to get the spin down! I laughed so much that night. We closed the place down (about 20 minutes after we arrived), and continued our walk back. I told him that the next time I see him, if I ever saw him again, that I would have my Salsa moves down (even if I had to rent a video, cause there are no joints where I live). He said, “You’ll see me again.” Yipeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I asked him if he wanted to come up to my room. Not for sex or anything, just to continue conversing. He did.

I had decided in the past couple of months that I only wanted to be honest, and have honest communication returned to me. I knew that in order to do that and get that, that I would have to reveal more of myself than I am accustomed to. I would have to let people in. That is a scary notion for me. However, this being a new year, what better time to start? Right then, I decided I would test the waters with Cuban Cigar. I told him about my blog. He immediately said that he wanted to read it. I told him that I didn’t think he could handle it. He assured me that he could.

Cuban Cigar said that it would be a good way to get to know who I am inside. He wants to know who I am inside?!! What a concept! Then he did this metaphoric thing with a blank piece of paper to illustrate his point (I love metaphoric things). Still, I was not sure I could reveal, unmasked, my inner most thoughts, adventures, fantasies and observations. I thought of the handful of people that actually new my identity. At least that I knew, knew my identity. If I were to give him the info. he would make the 6th person. (There were a couple of suspects in addition to the confirmed.) Could I do it? Should I do it?

...to be continued.

Copyright 2006

Happy Birthday To Ya, Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Dr. King. Thank you for all you stood for and for all you did for all of us.

O.M. The Diary of a Bad Black Woman-Day 1

Day 1, Monday Eve: The Arrival or, Let’s Get This Party Started Right!


Arrived at my posh hotel to find that my room wasn’t all that posh, but it was still nice, and most importantly-free. Also, it did have a beautiful view of the Washington Monument, and other historic D.C. sites. I Settled into my room, and took a quick nap.

The conference wasn’t due to start until the next day, so I had made arrangements with Sisely to do something in the Adam’s Morgan district. For those of you who don’t know, Adam’s Morgan is a famous and cool street lined with eateries, shops, and clubs of all ethnicities.

Sisely wanted to go Salsa dancing, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. Plus, it had been so long since I’d attempted Salsa that I wasn’t trying to shame myself or the dance, by trying to look like I knew what I was doing, when it would be painfully and embarrassingly clear to everyone that I didn’t.

Instead, we went to Dukem’s Ethiopian restaurant. The restaurant featured a live band and incredibly skilled and entertaining dancers. The food, atmosphere, and company were an excellent departure from my normal eating and entertainment choices in my current city of residence. I called it an early night around 11:00. For, tomorrow was really when the excitement would begin, and I needed to be well rested.

...to be continued

Copyright 2006

Scenario: Puedo Tocarlo/Can I Touch It?

The manager at the new video store in my neighborhood is very attractive. He is so strapping and fine, that it has led me to rent more videos, more often than necessary, and more often than I care to admit.

I just can’t help it, he is so damn fine to look at! See, I have a thing for big men, with closely shaved hair or bald heads, and sporting goatees. When you throw in a rack of beautiful teeth, beautiful skin and nice hands like his… well I get to fantasizing all over the place. I mean day dreaming in the grocery store, on the way to work, at work, at the gym, in my bed at night and in the morning. He’s got a sistah worked up!

One day, I stopped by the store, and asked him to look up my video card number. I had my card in my wallet, but hey, it was an excuse to get his attention. He asked me for my Id, and tried to stifle a giggle when he read my name- Tika. “Tick-a?” He asked. “No”, I said. “It’s Tee-ka, the ‘i’ is pronounced as you would a Spanish “i”, and that's pronounced like you would an English “E”. I said it rather cockily. Having had a bit of Spanish language lessons in college-I knew what I was talking about. “Oh,” he replied. I saw that his name was Ricky. I left the video store that day, but returned the next for more videos.

Ever since then we've had a flirt thing going on, and I know he wants me, as much as I want him to have me. However, I am a bit of a traditionalist, in some respects, so I wouldn't ask him out. He’s the man. That’s his job. Now, I understand that women with the stones to ask a man out, have the busiest social lives, but I am not that liberated yet. It is something I am working on though. Until then, I’ll just have to take my chances that I can remain the bait, and be someone’s catch, rather than vice versa.

Anyway, Ricky’s window of opportunity was rapidly closing for him to ask me out, as I would soon be taking a job in another state. He didn’t know that though. A week before I was to leave he finally asked me to dinner. I gladly accepted.

Over dinner, I asked him if “Ricky” was short for Richard. He told me "No.", that it was short for Enriqué. He told me his father was Cuban, and his mother was African-American. “Hablas español? I asked sheepishly. “Si, hablo español.” He replied-a bit cockily. “Oh.” I said, shrinking inside, and thinking back to the lesson I’d given him on how to pronounce my name. “Ooops.”

“Hablo español, tambien!” I said excitedly. I had gotten one of my degrees in Spanish, but rarely used the language. Although I could barely put a sentence together, I was always willing to give it a try, no matter how long it took me to form that 1 sentence. Yep, I am a classic text book learner with no real world application. “So, you’re an Afritino.” I said. “A what?” He asked suspiciously.

“See”, I explained. “In college I did a research paper on Latinos from South to Central America of African heritage . It was then that I coined the term “Afritino” and “Afritina”, and “Afritinos” as a group that combined both heritages.” “Wow, that’s pretty clever he said. “I’m going to have to use that.” “Yeah, it saved me a lot of time typing. I didn’t have to keep saying “Puerto Ricans of African descent, or Mexicans of African descent, and El Salvadorians of African descent, and so on and so forth. My teacher understood after I introduced each region I was speaking about once, from there on out. I got an “A” on that paper.” I said proudly.

Ricky was staring deeply into my eyes. I couldn't tell if he was impressed by a smart woman, or hungry for a fine one. His ebony eyes were piercing right through me, and I became a little self concious. We finished our meals and I invited him back to my humble abode- made humbler by my lack of belongings. Everything was packed up but the couch, the bed, and a few daily necessities.

I offered him a choice of a glass of water or the lone wine cooler that remained in my fridge. He opted for the glass of water, and quickly drank it down, as we sat on the couch. “So, you don’t have much stuff for a woman.” He said, as he eyed my sparse surroundings. “Oh, I have a lot of stuff, but it’s in storage for now. I’m moving in 2 days for a new job in Connecticut.” “Que! Haces un chiste, no?” “No, no estoy bromeando.” I said. “Really?” He asked. “Really,” I said. “I’m not joking. You shouldn’t have waited so long to ask me out. Look at all that time wasted…”

He leaned into me, and pulled me to him, kissing me hard with surprisingly soft lips. I couldn’t help but let my hands roam down his shoulders and across his broad back. Then he asked me if I had a bed. I did, but we wouldn’t be using it. “Yes, I still have a bed until Friday, but we won’t be getting any tonight, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Why not?” He asked. “Because I’m not going to do it with you, when I’m leaving in a couple of days! What kind of girl do you think I am?” I said playfully.
“That’s why we should do it. You don’t know how long it will be until you get some again. This will tide you over.” He had a point, but still. “You got a point there, but the answer is still “No.”

Puedo tocarlo? He asked slyly. “Tsk, ah, no.” I said- feigning indignance. "Please Tika, just let me touch it once." MMMMMM! How sexy is a little bit of begging from someone fine? Damn Sexy!

“Ok.” I said, just one touch. I stood up and unfastened my jeans, exposing my panties. He pulled them down, and reached out to touch me there. Then he raised his hand to his nose, and inhaled deeply. “Por favor, otra vez.” I started laughing, "Ok, one more time, but that is it!"

What happens next?

Copyright 2006

Gemini

Hello Readers,

Hope your new year is going great! So much to say, and so much to do. This year I will be introducing a new feature to my blog. Along with my Observant Musings and Erotic fantasies, I will be writing Scenarios. With Scenarios, I will start a fantasy, but you, the reader will determine how the fantasy proceeds. Feel free to share your endings with me, ;O)

First though, just had to take a minute to share my horoscope for January '06, as my first blog entry of the year. Of course, I don't put a lot of stalk in horoscopes, but they are a bit of harmless fun that I like to indulge in, once in a while. This one is from my favorite Style magazine, and goes like this:

"Financial opportunities are everywhere for Geminis, but you have to be alert (especially on the 4th). Beware of an overly agressive competitor who may want to tread on your turf. If you don't stop her now, things may get out of hand later. A friend or family member will have health problems-possibly even a hospital stay-and will need your attention. Be there for them: Karma, in case you don't already know it, can be a very cool thing."

I ask you, how on point is that, considering the year I had in 2005? Especially that part about Karma-love it!

Also, I will be attending a conference in Chocolate City for a whole week! Hopefully there will be some great observations for me to focus a keen eye on. Also, I will be sharing a bit of love that will surely lead to some inspiring fantasies. Fantasies, that of course, I'll have to write all about.

Check out my first Scenario-Puedo Tocarloto tide you over.
Write you in 2 weeks!