Lust & Objection
Robert’s footsteps—a size thirteen—march from the bathroom. He stands tall at 6’1 with a wet towel in hand, analyzing me as if I were an ebony Oscar, Heisman, or Grammy.…
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Lust & Objection
Robert’s footsteps—a size thirteen—march from the bathroom. He stands tall at 6’1 with a wet towel in hand, analyzing me as if I were an ebony Oscar, Heisman, or Grammy.…
“I love you,” he says to me as the scent of our latest 2 AM session lingers in the air like clouds of smoke. I don’t believe those words, but…
Lina was speeding on her drive home from work, anxious to reach her house. It had been a long day but her husband was coming home today after a week…