Lowest Point

Having angry sex with a casual lover is hot. After that awful encounter with that lying, good-for-nothing, black-mailing, European ass-crack, Calvin and I returned to my place to blow off some steam (if you know what I mean). It's been a week since then. And I still remember his rough hands, long fingers, and heated tongue.

That man is talented.

But that's for me to know and you to never find out.

I drink my mocha green tea with vanilla-flavored soy milk. The delicious beverage goes down my parched throat, and I moan at the rejuvenation. I lean against the wall of the studio in satisfaction. I am sitting with my legs crossed and my eyes closed.

The sound of the door opening makes me open my eyes. I watch as the other dance teacher walks up to me. I inwardly cringe when she tries to wave at me as though we are friends.

We're not friends.

At all.

The young woman is pretty, though. Her lovely hazel skin, green eyes, and curly hair that goes down to her shoulders definitely make h