I wish I could say I noticed him the minute I saw him, but that would be a lie. I’m often a dumbass, head stuck in the clouds of my career and life and money, money, money, that for the three years after we’d spilled coffee down ourselves, we were just friends. In hindsight, I’m not sure how I could not have noticed. In a world full of slick city boys, lean and predatory in their tasteful blue suits, his …
Tag: black love
Two lovers are locked in an embrace on the sofa, their dewy bodies clinging to the leather. He’s kissing her tenderly, eventually drawing his lips between the space between her navel and her thighs. She responds …