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When death comes unexpected,
There are no preparations.
There are things left unsaid and undone.
We are left to cope with the aftermath:
The consoling of loved ones,
The thought of being brave for the one most fragile.

Why do we put on this brave face?
Who decides who is the stronger one?
While grieving, we must think of costs, packing away, and boxing clothes, etc.

Guilt intrudes: were there signs or cues you missed? I shoulda, coulda do this or that, but death is inevitable for all of us
We are walking around with expiration dates ingrained on our souls.

When our time is up there is nothing that can keep us here. Not tears, not pleading, not even self flagellation.

We must accept, but never forget the good times, as we focus on moving past the devastation, while holding tightly to those who remain.

Afraid that their expiration date may also be nigh.

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Character Development: Traci Williams

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Traci Williams stepped off the curb between two parked cars on the street opposite her brownstone apartment in Brooklyn. The space between the two cars suggested a car had been parked there. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a yellow cab’s right indicator beginning to flash. Scanning the left side of the street for traffic, Traci walked toward her apartment with her keys jingling between her fingers. She looked up at her apartment on the second floor and thought about the lunch she had left on the kitchen table that morning. Her eyes moved to the apartment below hers and thoughts of her landlord pushed everything else out of her head. She wondered if he was home and what he was doing.

“Look out!”

She did not know in which direction to look, but at the sound of metal scraping metal, screeching tires, and the smell of burn rubber, she spun back to the right. An orange-colored Jeep Wrangler was heading towards her. It clipped the yellow cab and didn’t stop. The cab came to a sudden halt. A small Asian man jumped out cursing and waving his fist until he saw the jeep heading for her. Traci registered all of this, but could not find the will to get out of the street. Her right leg seemed glued to the pavement. Actually, it was her whole right side that was frozen. Hoping the Jeep would screech to a stop or go around her, Traci prayed for divine intervention. Her first thought was that the driver was aiming for the parking spot, and she was in his or her way. Parking was a nightmare in the neighborhood, with residents sometimes having more than one car per household. Holding her breath, Traci braced for impact. Her heart hurt from the rapid beat knocking against her ribs. Staring death in the face, everything slowed down. Silence filled her ears. Her eyes burned and felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Her mouth opened, and she twisted her upper body with her palms open and out, as if to push against the hood of the car.

The impact, when it came, pushed the air from her lungs and propelled her backwards away from the speeding vehicle. Her shoulder ached, and she stumbled. The impact had not been from steel, but muscle. Opening eyes that Traci did not realize had closed, she saw a white tee shirt and flexing muscle under dark skin. A woodsy scent filled her nostrils and made her dizzy with an unexplained desire to hold on tight. Her black, high-heeled boots knocked against the raised sidewalk. Then her world seem to tilt, as she was lifted up on a hard shoulder. Her eyes staring at a tight ass and then the ground below. Her keys fell from her fingers as she opened her hand to grab the trim waist. Bracing her hands on the kind Samaritan’s broad back, Traci tried to look toward the road, but her vision was blocked. A hard band was across her knees. “Excuse me.” Traci’s voice came out husky. Clearing her throat, she tried to get the attention of her savior. “Could you, please put me down.”

Instead of responding the man placed his big hand on her butt and… Was he rubbing her ass? Traci tried to rear up. She could feel her face on fire. Her ass felt cold. Was her ass outside? Her skirt fluttered as a gust of wind moved through the Street. Traci shivered. The thought that her ass was out for everyone to see was mortifying. “Excuse me. Could you please put me down!” Was that a laugh? Traci swore she heard a snort from the man holding her. The indignity of the whole situation made her try harder to get out of his arms. She was not a thong type of person, but it would be just her luck that the one day she wore one her butt was being exposed to all her neighbors. A thought hit her then, what if her landlord was getting an eyeful from his home office window. The thought of him seeing her ass made her actually squirm, and she felt a rush of liquid flood her nether lips. In reflex she ground her aching mound on the shoulder of her rescuer. Pushing frantically and kicking her legs, Traci tried to convey her need to escape the gentleman’s hold.

“Quiet!” Rumbled a recognizable voice. Slumping in Raun’s hold, Traci realized that God had saved her from certain death by vehicular manslaughter only to kill her with humiliation. She was draped over her landlord Raun Hartman’s shoulder. His hand covering her exposed buttocks. The wind picked up, shaking dry leaves from the sparse trees. He spanked her repeatedly as he and the wind played some type of patty cake game.

“Are you both alright? That guy had to be drunk,” stated the Asian cab driver.

“Or a moron,” replied Raun.  “Did you get the license plate?”

“Nah. Looks like he was heading for your girlfriend though.”

“I’m not his girlfriend!” Traci did not know why she felt the need to state that with Raun’s hand now rubbing her ass, as he talked to the cab driver.  No one seemed to be paying her any attention.

“Looked that way from where I was standing as well.” Addressing Traci, Raun asked, “Do you have any enemies?”

“He probably wanted the parking space and I was in his way.” Even to her own ears it sounded like a stupid excuse to deliberately run someone over for a parking spot. And why didn’t he stop to find out if she was okay like the cab driver?

“He gunned his engine when you stepped off the sidewalk,” pointed out Raun.

“Maybe it was an old person who got confused by the pedals.” It seemed more plausible that that was the case. There have been a lot of fatalities lately caused by distracted or confused drivers. There was an old man who tried to park in front of a Baskin Robbins and by accident pressed the gas and killed a seven year old boy when he crashed through the front window of the store. Why would someone want to hurt her anyway? She was a Kindergarten teacher for Christ sakes. What could be more wholesome than that? Raun and the cab driver had to be mistaken.

The cab driver said, “he’s lucky there wasn’t any damage to my car. Ford is producing–”

Raun interrupted the cabdriver to ask Traci, “What are you doing home so early anyway?

Sighing Traci wished she was facing Raun to give him a dress down. It was simply demeaning to be draped over his shoulder with the cab driver and God knows who else staring at her derriere. Raun jostled Traci to get her attention. I’m not going to answer until he puts me down.

“You there! Wunna blocking de sun from reaching my babies.”

Traci turned her head toward the newcomer. Mrs. Holtz was wearing one of her usual colorful muumuus. The background was red with large white hibiscus flowers. On her feet were matching red flip flops. Her head scarf seem to be from the same material as the dress. Hanging her head Traci looked away from the ornery woman. At first learning that Mrs. Holtz was Barbadian, Traci had been excited to meet her, but that woman was as contrary as all get out. She was one of those Bajan old timers who chased children out of her yard or off her sidewalk. The only thing she seemed to care about were her flowers and plants. Her husband having passed two years ago. Raun said Mr. Holtz gave up his family and religion to be with her. They never had kids. Many times Traci tried to befriend the woman only to be snubbed. Traci had to admit defeat after a week.

“You know that all you bamsy outside?” Grumbling under her breath, but loud enough for Traci to hear, Mrs. Holtz asked, “Why any woman would insist on wearing floss panties I could never understand.” Shaking her head she walked to the side of her property and disappeared as quickly as she had come on the scene. Traci banged her head against Raun’s back.

Raun finally slid Traci down his body until her booted feet touched the ground. The only problem with that slow action, the front of Traci’s skirt went up with her descent. Raun tried to help push down her skirt and somehow his fingers brushed against her swollen nub. Jumping back Traci twisted her ankle and would have fallen on her butt. Raun grabbed her waist to stop her from falling. Sighing Traci shoved at his big hands that seemed to span her small waist. His thumbs caressing over the little bulge of her belly. The cab driver cleared his throat. Traci caught him smiling before he bowed his head at them, mumbled something and walked away.

“Why are you home so early? Are you feeling okay?” Raun grasped Traci’s chin staring down into her eyes. His dark brown gaze making her feel queasy. It felt like a thousand butterflies were fluttering their wings in her stomach. Her breathing speeding up. She wanted to pull his head down and sip at those gorgeous lips. He was too handsome for his own good. Instead of pulling Raun’s head down and searching the caverns of his mouth, Traci pulled at his hands forcing him to release her as she widen the space between them. “I’m fine! I just came home for lunch.” Starting across the street Traci stopped to look both ways repeatedly. Traci was not over her upset of the earlier incident with the jeep. Her horoscope said that she should stay off the street. What kind of horoscope was that? How can she stay off the street when she had to work? Where was the reading that said that she will win enough money so that she will no longer need to work, hence she could stay off the street?

“Come on. Nothing is coming.”

“My keys.”

“What about them? Did you lose them?”

Why did he always think the worse about me? “No. They fell when you picked me up.” Granted I’ve fell in front of him a few times. I’ve also exposed myself to everyone in the neighborhood, but that had been his fault. If he hadn’t kept me over his shoulder for God knows how long, no one would have known that I was wearing a thong.

“For the love…” After searching a few minutes, he bent down and picked up the keys. Traci stared at his tight ass. She felt like spanking it. Where had that thought come from, and what do I know about spanking some guy’s ass? It did look biteable though, hard and high. Maybe he did a lot of squats. Would squats give you a taut bum? She could still remember him swatting her own bum, as he had tried to get her skirt down. Holding her bum in his large hands had also made her want to wrap her legs around his waist.

Now he was looking at the side of one of the cars involved in the car swipe. Traci could spend all day watching him move, but she had to get back to work, and she had not even eaten her lunch as yet. She still had to heat it up, and then take it to work. Too much time had passed for her to watch the show she had planned to watch while eating at home. What was the man doing now? “Excuse me? I need my keys!” He was on all fours looking under the car. He returned to a standing position. The keys jangling from his finger tips.

“What do I get for returning these to you?”

“A big thank you and a see you later,” Traci replied with exasperation. She did not want him to know that she found him attractive. God forbid that she did. She did not even know how to kiss. Maybe she should review how to kiss on YouTube. YouTube had everything. Google and YouTube were her go-to websites when she needed to know something. Thank God for them otherwise she would be lost.

“That’s it? Not even a kiss for saving your life.” He smiled and Traci realized that he had dimples. He was bow legged, tall, lean with muscles and hard abs, dark sexy eyes, and now dimples too? All the attributes she found attractive on a man. Was this the man her horoscope kept telling her about? Traci thought he was way out of her league.

“I’m going to be late. I still need to eat my lunch.”

“How about a rain check?” He held her keys out to her, but still had a firm grip on them.

“Um… sure.” Traci reached for the keys, snatched them out of his hands, ducked her head, and ran across the street to her apartment. Looking back at his winking dimples, Traci sighed, unlocked her door, and entered her apartment, closed the door and leaned against if for a few minutes to calm her racing heart. I’m in big trouble.

Storming Traci’s Defenses

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Traci Williams stepped off the curb from between two parked cars on the street opposite her brownstone apartment in Brooklyn when she noticed the yellow cab’s right indicator begin to flash. The driver’s face was obscured behind the reflected glare of the noon day sun bouncing off the windshield. Trying to make eye contact with this driver proved futile. Looking away from the car and scanning the left side of the street for traffic, Traci walked toward her apartment with her keys jangling between her fingers. The space between the two cars suggested that a car had been parked there. She stared up at her apartment on the second floor thinking about her lunch she had left on the kitchen table that morning. Thoughts of her landlord intruded as she wondered if he was home and what he was doing.

“Look out!” Head swiveling back to the right at the screeching of tires and burnt rubber, Traci saw an orange colored jeep wrangler speeding towards her. It clipped the yellow cab and did not stop. The cab came to a sudden stop. Traci took this all in at a glance, but still could not find the will to get out of the street. Her right leg seemed glued to the pavement, actually, it was her whole right side that was frozen. Hoping that the jeep would screech to a stop or go around her, although there did not seem to be much space to go around her, as cars lined both sides of the street, Traci was praying for Divine intervention. Traci’s first thought was that the driver was aiming for the parking spot and she was in his or her way. Parking was a nightmare in the neighborhood with residents sometimes having more than one car per household. Why am I thinking about this? Holding her breath, Traci prayed that the impact would not be too severe. Her heart actually hurt from the rapid beat which knocked against her ribs. Staring death in the face, everything slowed down. Silence filled her ears; her eyes burned and threatened to pop out of their sockets. Her mouth opened and she twisted her upper body with her palms open and out as if to push against the hood of the car.

The impact when it came rushed air from her lungs, and propelled her backwards away from the speeding vehicle. Her shoulder ached from the impact, and she stumbled backwards. The impact was not from steel, but muscle. Her feet shuffled as they tried to keep her upright. Opening her eyes, Traci saw a white wife-beater and dark skin and supple muscles flexing. A woodsy scent filled her nostrils and made her dizzy with an unexplained desire to hold tight. Her black high heeled kid boots knocked against the raised sidewalk, and Traci instinctively grabbed the upper arms of her savior. Muscles flexed again under her grip, and then she was lifted into a fireman’s carry. Her keys fell from her finger even as she tried onto hold them. Bracing her hands on the kind Samaritan’s broad shoulders, Traci looked toward the jeep that seem to chase them onto the sidewalk and into Mrs. Holtz’s manicured hedges. “Moron!” Traci yelled, as she raised one fist in outrage. It was anyone’s guess who she was upset with at the moment, as her A-Line pleated wool skirt flew up by a gust of wind exposing her flesh colored bikini panties. The gentleman muttered something, as he tried to bat the skirt down, but what he ended up doing was spank her several times as he tried to bat it down.

“Stop that!” Looking over her shoulder, Traci asked in her Barbadian accent, “what you doing?” At the sound of scraping metal she returned her gaze to the street, but almost got a mouthful of the hedges when she was spun around. She barely registered that the windows were dark, before the thought tinted windows invaded her mind. Traci inadvertently dug her nails into the tee shirt clad shoulder. It was an unusual warm October day, but not that warm to warrant a tee. The heat coming off her savior though was beginning to not only warm her hands, but also send a tingle to the apex of her thighs where it rested on his hard shoulder blade.

“Hey!” Traci said, and she reared up even more when she began to slide down a hard chest, while the front of her skirt remained in the air. Her taupe colored bikini panties rubbing over his pectoral muscle, then down his rock hard abs. What was he doing? His hands cupped her ass making it difficult to push down her skirt, while he slid her down his body. Twisting and tugging, she tried pushing his hands away from her bum. Her chest bounced against him, and she suspected that the guy was laughing. The pervert! The slow movement forced her to feel every inch of his body. Mortified, she waited until her feet touched the ground before trying to take a big step back. His hands pulled her in close to rub her against the hardness behind his zipper before releasing her. Traci stumbled at the loss of his support. Her hands brushed down her skirt, and fixed her bunched up sweater. Fighting the urge to kick him in the groin, Traci kept her head down, as she tried to gain control over her emotions. Anger was rushing through her at his audacity to rub himself against her in that lewd manner, but she also had the urge to do more than rub against him. Head down with heat scalding her neck and into her cheeks. Thank God you can never tell when a black woman was blushing. She would not give this thug the satisfaction. The fading sound of screeching tires reminded her of the almost near tragedy. Traci’s head swiveled in the direction of the fleeing vehicle, before turning to face the person who saved her when he cleared his throat.

“You okay?” He asked. Traci was not surprised to see it was her landlord Raun Hartman. Her body knew it was him. He was the only man who made her pant like a bitch in heat. Looking up at him, she watched his eyes turn soft as his head lowered. Traci moved up on her tip toes in her boots. At five feet, ten inches she usually towered over men and women without heels, with heels, she felt like a giant. With Raun though, they were the perfect height for each other. She had always dreamed of a man tall enough to allow the appropriate anatomical parts to align. His lips looked wet like he had sucked on them in preparation for a kiss, Traci hoped.

“Get out of my hedges!” A door slammed, as an angry little woman wearing a multicolored striped house dress and fussy red socks with a cloud of white hair approached them. “Honey, it’s alright momma’s gonna fix you up.”

“I’m fine Mrs. Holtz,” smiled Traci turning her head to watch the woman pat the hedges. She harrumph and shooed them away.

“If you wanna make out, you have a big house over there,” she pointed to their residence. “There isn’t any need to destroy my garden.” After saying that, she slammed back into her house. They heard multiple locks being engaged.

“I guess she didn’t see anything,” said Traci.

“She’s always been that way. Only seeing what’s important to her.”

Traci was sure she heard the woman saying through the open window next to the door, “No respect!”

Raun raised his eyebrows as if to say, “see?”

“Are you okay?” Raun asked again in his deep pantie wetting rumble.

“I think so.” Traci whispered. “That guy had to be drunk!”

Moving out of the hedges, she stepped off the side walk and almost twisted her ankle. Traci’s left heel wobbled on the uneven sidewalk, as she tried to stop her knees from shaking. Staring into his dark eyes, she wet her own lips, as she wished they had completed the kiss. Wondering how he would taste and feel she continue to stare at his lips. The way he was making her insides jump, made her questions sound like an attack, “What you doing outside? Don’t you have work?”

He ignored her questions, and attacked with his own. “What were you thinking standing in the street like that? Were you trying to commit suicide?” His eyes became hard, as he waited for her response.

“That guy came outta nowhere. One minute de Street was clear, and de next he was there,” Traci said. She was not sure of any such thing, but what else could she have said, she had a premonition that she was going to die by vehicular manslaughter and thought today was that day? Yeah, he might have her committed into a loony bin. Traci believed in horoscopes, and if they told her that today was the day she was going to be involved in an accident, she believed it. Well, it also told her that she was going to meet the man of her dreams. She did not know if she should believe that because for the last two weeks it kept telling her about a lover, and she was not actively looking.

“Is that the reason you were in the superman stance? What you doing home so early anyway? Is it because of Sandy?”

“No. I—came home for lunch.” Why am I letting this man brow beat me? Is it any of his business why I’m home early? I don’t need to explain myself. Traci did not appreciate the way he was talking to her. It was like he was her father or something. They may live in the same house, but she was a grown woman and did not need some man talking down to her. There was no need for him to start dictating to her. It was her business why she was home early.

“I’ll walk you home before you kill yourself.” He grabbed her hand and forced it through the crook of his elbow and began to pull her along in his wake.

Traci pushed up her mouth and tugged on her arm, but Raun trapped her arm between his arm and his hard waist.

“I’m not a child to be tugged about!” Traci cried, still tugging on her arm.

Off the sidewalk, he looked up and down the street before pulling her to their residence. Traci’s knees were still shaking and she stumbled across the street like a drunken sailor. “What’s wrong with you? Why do women wear such contraptions on their feet?”

“If you would stop rushing me, there wouldn’t be a problem,” said Traci.

Raun let her go, as they reached the short steps leading up to their doors. Without Raun propelling Traci along on her tip toes, Traci stepped on her heel and there followed a cracking noise. The heel snapped off and pitched her off balance. Grabbing at the walled banister, Traci held on for dear life as her heel remained behind. Raun swept her off her feet into his arms like a groom carrying a bride over the threshold. Jogging up the five steps, he waited for Traci to open the door to her upstairs apartment. It was then that she remembered that she did not have her keys. They had fallen from her fingers near one of the cars.

“Well? What you waiting on?” Raun asked puzzled by the delay.

“I dropped my keys.”

“For the love…” He put her to lean against her door before turning around and jogging back towards the opposite side of the street. After searching a few minutes, he bent down and picked up the something. She supposed they were her keys. Traci stared at his tight ass. She felt like spanking it. Where had that thought come from, and what do I know about spanking some guy’s ass? It did look biteable though, hard and high. Maybe he did a lot of squats. Would squats give you a taut bum? She could still remember him swatting her own bum, as he had tried to get her skirt down. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her ass. Holding her bum in his large hands had also made her want to wrap her legs around his waist and rub up and down on him.

Now he was looking at the side of one of the cars involved in the car swipe. Traci could spend all day watching him move, but she had to get back to work, and she had not even eaten her lunch as yet. Thinking of her cooked meal sitting on the table, her stomach grumbled at the delay. She still had to heat it up, and then take it to work. Too much time had passed for her to watch the show she had planned to watch while eating at home. What was the man doing now? “Excuse me? I need my keys!” He was on all fours looking under the car. Traci was sure that her keys did not go under there; at least she hoped they did not. He returned to a standing position before taking long loping strides back to her. The keys jangling in his hand.

“What do I get for returning these?”

“A big thank you and a see you later,” Traci replied with exasperation. She did not want him to know that she found him attractive. God forbid that she did. She did not even know how to kiss. Maybe she should review how to kiss on YouTube. YouTube had everything. Google and YouTube were her go-to websites when she needed to know something. Thank God for them otherwise she would be lost.

“That’s it? Not even a kiss for saving your life.” He smiled and Traci realized that he had dimples. God, fuck it! He was bow legged, tall, lean with muscles and hard abs, dark sexy eyes, and now dimples too? All the attributes she found attractive on a man. Was this the man her horoscope kept telling her about? Traci thought he was way out of her league.

“I’m going to be late. I still need to eat my lunch.”

“How about a rain check?” He held her keys out to her, but still had a firm grip on them.

“Um… sure.” Traci reached for the keys, snatched them out of his hands, ducked her head, and unlocked her door. Looking back at his winking dimples, Traci sighed and entered her apartment, closed the door and leaned against if for a few minutes to calm her racing heart.

Stop Crying Americans!

​There’s no use crying over spilt milk. Now is the time to think of the future and the direction we want for America. I ask celebrities, politicians, and the media to start pushing midterm elections. You want to shake things up, then make sure every man and woman go to the polls on November 6, 2018, and vote Democrat. That is what the Republicans do, they rally their people on FoxNews to get out and vote. And what do we do, we make a big push every 4 years, and ask them to vote for the Presidency. Bring on the concerts, start pushing now! Two years is not that far away. 

The 2018 midterm elections take place on Tuesday, Nov. 6, 2018. American citizens 18 years of age and older at the time will be eligible to vote. Mark you calendars.

Change is Acoming…

Tightness in the chest as the numbers came in

Newscasters in their element

Predicting the outcome

Who will become President of the Free World?

State after state turning red in anger at the establishment

Bile rising up

Choking on the venom

Hate at my gate

At my color and creed

The news shatter liberal women who believe in equal rights and equal pay

A women’s right to choose

Gay Rights

Human Rights

An agenda of FEAR and HATE showed an America that everyone thought had died with slavery and women’s rights

Well now that we see that it is alive and well…

Watch your back!

 

Locked Heart: Too Much Sensation

Raun picked up Traci in his arms and headed towards her bedroom. How he knew where it was located told Traci a lot. Can he hear me walking up and down at night? Traci had tried to be quiet whenever she needed B.O.B., but sometimes she wished that Raun would hear him, and ask to join them. She had always wanted to be carried but figured that she was too tall and heavy for such foolishness. Raun did not seem to be straining under her weight.

Entering her room, he threw her on the bed. Traci’s muumuu fluttered showing that she was not wearing panties. Raun’s nostrils flared, and then he was attacking the buttons and zipper on his cargo pants. Traci lifted the hem of her dress to the top of her thighs. Raun lowered his zipper with care over the bulge that tented his shorts. His chest was rising and falling like if he had just ran a sprinted race with Usain Bolt in the 100-meter dash. Raun chuck down his shorts, and stood for a moment for Traci to view him in all of his sexy glory.

“Take it off,” He whispered, referring to her house dress.

Traci shook her head no. She did not want any ugliness to intrude upon their time together.

“Are you shy?” He teased as he hooked his fingers into his black briefs and tugged it down over his cock and tight ass. His member peeped above the waist band leaving a clear liquid against the blackness of the briefs. Traci felt her wetness between her thighs. She ached to open her legs wider so he could see and devour her.

Traci moved her eyes up from Raun’s erect full manhood to his defined and rippling abdomen. His male nipples were puckered and tiny. She felt self-conscious, although she knew she had a decent looking body. His body so far gleamed and looked unblemished. Would he become disgusted with her flawed body?

“Take off your dress.” He said again in a sexy growl.

How could she get out of disrobing in front of him? Would he find it strange if she asked to keep her dress on? She wanted him, but she did not want him to see her body. “I find—I don’t like being totally naked.”

“Why?” He did not seem upset, just puzzled that she wanted to keep her dress on.

“I’m shy.”

“Did someone insult your body?” Now he seemed angry by the prospect of someone hurting her feelings.

Traci latched on to that reason. Someone did insult her body, but they did more that insult. Today she will overindulge herself, and tomorrow or later tonight he could fix her iPad, she will make sure to hold him to it. Traci just wanted a taste of what GG talked about. She wanted the good, not the bad. Her B.O.B. took longer to satisfy her since she met Raun. She wanted to experience a screaming orgasm with a person. Would he leave if she did not expose her entire body?

“Don’t you find it kinda kinky?” She asked.

“Whatever you want love.”

Shuddering out a relieved sigh, Traci scooted herself up the bed.

Raun reached for her legs pulling her back to the edge, so that her knees were bent and hung over the side. ‘Where you think you’re going? I want you right here.” Kneeling at the side of the bed, he raised up her dress. He used his fingers to spread her open, and then used his tongue to lick her little nub. Moaning, Traci tried looking down her body to see what Raun was doing, but all she could see was the top of his head. The light caress made her jump and she tried to close her legs, but Raun’s torso was between them. Traci stiffened her legs when Raun’s tongue moved lower searching for her opening. He twirled his tongue outside before stabbing inside. He used a technique of little flicks and then stabbing inside her moist channel. Traci began to moan and thrash from the light flicks of his tongue against her clit, followed by thrusts inside her slippery channel. Her hands held on to his ears, then to the back of his head to keep him in place, while she writhe and panted at the sensations coursing through her body. His hands traveled up her body to her covered breasts. The material slipping and sliding over hard nipples making her more frenzied in her desire for immediate release.

Her legs thrashing up and down his sides and then thumping on his lower back became a signal. “Raun, please I need you.”

“You have me baby. Come for me.”

Traci felt the wave coming. Her mouth opened wide on a scream, but she did not have any air to release it. Her body curved in, and she tried pulling him up for him to enter her. She needed him inside now. Her mind went blank. Her heart galloped and she felt light headed.

Reaching back to untangle her arms and legs from his head and torso, Raun then pushed her back to the bed. Pulling her to the edge, he started to enter her.

“Wait!”

“I’m not waiting for nothing. I’ve waited long enough already.”

“What about a condom?” Traci puffed out. “I’m not on birth control.”

Getting to Know Raun

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Photo Credit: Basement Stairs

Traci could hear Raun’s footsteps coming up the connecting door stairs within the house. She heard the door creak open, and although she was expecting him, she was still startled to find him in her apartment. A squeak escaped her like a hiccup. Her hand flew to her rapid beating heart. With thumbs hooked into the loops of his jeans, Raun leaned against the door jamb. He was always leaning against something in his sexy pose. Walking towards him on unsteady legs, she tried to smile, but was sure that it appeared as a grimace. “I need to wash off–You—You—um care to join me?” Traci felt like a tongue tied idiot. She had been trying for sexy, but the words refused to escape her clogged throat.

“Ok, but if I join you, I’ll never get to my questions.”

Maybe I should wait until he’s fixed my iPad.  Damn you Ian! “Why don’t you wait for me in the living room. I’ll just be a minute.” After saying that Traci dashed down the short hall to her bedroom. Snagging her comfortable muumuu from behind the door, she rushed back down the hall to the bathroom, before entering she walked a few steps to the living room to ensure that he was indeed waiting for her there. A quick look showed Raun in a relaxed pose, his head thrown back against her second hand sofa with his eyes closed. He was breathtaking. Tall, lean, with defined muscles on his arms and chest seen through the tight white tee. His jean clad legs sprawled with his hands resting on his crotch. He shifted his lower body as if trying to find a comfortable position on the lumpy sofa.

“Do you plan to stand there much longer?” Raun asked although his eyes were closed.

How did he know I was there? Traci wondered.

As if he heard her thoughts, he replied, “You smell delicious. You need me to scrub your back?”

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Photo Credit: taking a shower

Turning around, she fled to the bathroom on her tiptoes. It was the fastest shower she had ever taken. After discarding her mini jeans shirt dress. THe shower was faster than a cowboy, as the Bajans would say. She was anxious to get back to Raun. What’s wrong with me? When did I become so needy? It was not all about sex, she also basked in being in his company as well. He was the first guy after Ian that she felt comfortable with. Patting her body dry, she stared at every exposed feature in the mirror. Her breasts were still perky, and her stomach was flat. She did not have the definition that Raun had in his abs, but she did not see that as a problem. She looked south of her belly button and wondered if she had time for a trim. Does it really matter? She was slim figured with good size breasts, they were not too big or too small. She hated her big nipples. Why couldn’t I be blessed with pin head nipples instead? Turning her torso, she tried to see her back. She saw some of the crisscross scars. They were ugly. I hope you roast in hell! If Ian was here right now, she felt that she would beat him to within an inch of his life.

She wished she could go back in time, and tell her young self that beauty was not everything. Turning away from the memories and her ugliest feature, she squirted lotion into her palms and ran them over her body while imagining that her hands were Raun’s caressing her supple flesh. Eyes closed she ran her hands between her legs sighing in pleasure when her thumb grazed her clit.  Wondering how his hands would feel, she brought her nipple to her mouth biting the tip, while her other hand plucked and squeezed the nub swollen between her lower lips. Groaning, her legs trembled. She needed Raun’s fingers between her legs. Removing her fingers, she reached for her floral muumuu.

It fluttered over lavender scented skin. Feeling decadent, she opened the door and walked out the room without underwear. Body humming with need, she walked towards the living room thinking of all the things she always wanted to do, but never got the chance to try. Yes, she wanted to have sex with Raun, but on her terms. They can only indulge in sex at night and her back must be covered at all times. She wondered if he would go for that. He’ll have to go for it or the deal’s off! First he had to fix her iPad, which was non negotiable. She was ready for anything.

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photo credit: Blind Gossip

What she found in her living room stalled her breath, and put all her conditions out of her head. Raun was masturbating.