I am sore. Sore all over. But it was worth it. I wake up, my body entangled with theirs in Kale’s bed big enough to house all three of us comfortably. They sleep heavily, allowing me to take in their fresh morning looks. I definitely had a type. The pink lips, the olive skin, the curly and waving dark hair. Both of them are sculpted differently but attractive all the same. I sigh in content. Lately, they had been taking care of me, now it was my turn to do so for them. I am not the type to cook breakfast. It’s not that I can’t, it was just something I didn’t even need to do to myself. I always kept to this fast routine, but today nothing was claiming attention. I would make something as great as Shane’s omelets, but I could handle bacon and eggs. I searched through Kale’s fridge, seeing nothing but leftover take out and frozen dinners. I could just order food from the kitchen, as he does. That was the plus of having a large condo in a shared space. The way the extremely rich live
Tonight. Tonight everything changes. Red is the color I choose to wear to embrace everything that will be coming my way. Something simple, yet classy. Long, and elegant. My beauty will never be hindered. “You look like someone who's getting ready to set a whole building on fire,” Alisha grins, refusing to miss my looks to kill. “And leave no casualties,” I said with a grin. The plan has been drawn up, it has been executed, and we were ready to witness the fallout. I would be arriving at the event solo, but I wouldn’t be leaving alone. Here we go Raine, time to give them all hell.The work week was slow and boring. It was the most interesting thing to talk about besides the ending of upcoming projects and the dinner in which a winner would officially be announced. Saturday night has arrived. I walk through the doubled doors of an upscale restaurant downtown. The dinner experience here was said to be spectacular. Not just when it came to the food or the service, but the fact th
Years ago, I stood at this window, staring down at the world below me. I had chosen a career path, and planned to follow it through until the very end. That path has not changed, but how I get there will. Quality Advertising and Mr. Davis gave me my start, but they were just a step. They were not my end. Looking down at the world now, I take a deep breath and feel an excitement that I haven’t felt in a long time. I hear a knock on the office door. I turn to see Jose standing there with Jordan as his side. “Well, this isn’t a duo I’ve seen before,” I said with a smile. Jose approaches me first. “I wanted to get in my goodbye and tell you the good news before you left,” he said, eyes going around, taking notice in the emptiness. “Good news?” The young man nods. “Well, with you resigning and Jordan moving up, there are some supervisor spots needing to be filled. I am being given one of of those spots.” I grinned. Jose’s work experience wasn’t much, but he was a quick learner.
I have it all. The dream job, the nice car and an overly large house. The only responsibilities I have, are to myself. There is no spouse for me to report to, no children to take care of. I am free to do whatever I please. And that’s exactly how I like it.Most women my age, the age of twenty eight, are scouting around for the perfect man that is going to be there for them emotionally and physically. They are looking for the legendary one to build with and grow old with. I on the other hand, could give zero fucks. I’m not looking for marriage or a white picket fence with kids running around in the front yard. I don’t need a man to take care of me, because I’ve been doing perfectly fine on my own. In my eyes, men are only good for one thing, and that’s the use of the member between their legs. When I want a man, I can go out and get one. They come in all shapes and sizes. When I find something I like, I stop at nothing until I get it. And for a few hours, it belongs to m
My day starts at 6:30 am sharp. After my guests for the night leaves, I like to have thirty minutes to myself. I get a chance to lay out, watch the sun rise from the large windows of my bedroom. The whole world is gone for those thirty minutes. Every once and a while, I’ll doze back off. That thirty minutes is my peace. By seven, I am up, moving around. I start off by taking a hot shower, washing the sweat and the cologne of a man from my body. I proceed around the house, letting my skin air dry. I have a cup of coffee, choose my outfit for the day, and dry my hair. From there, I finally get dressed, and head out for the day. I like my privacy. So it’s only natural that my place would be isolated from the rest of the world. I have a two bedroom home, very modern, located on the top of a hill, overlooking the city of San Francisco. I am closed off from the neighbors, a rather large tan gate surrounding the property. Being a very successful black woman has its perks. You pro
Before leaving the board meeting, Mr. Davis stated that he would send a detailed email in regards to things he was expecting us to do if we wanted that spot. The first thing I did was go into the office, pull up the work email once again, and be disappointed that nothing had come yet. I didn’t have time to dwell, or just sit and wait. I had another meeting to prepare for. There was a project that had come in yesterday, before my fun filled night. A new nightclub opening up in the city. It was right up my alley and I was interested to see what my group could come up with. I opened the drawer to my left, pulling out a black binder that held all the information I needed to present the next project to group. Along with that, was a short presentation as well. Like young school kids, the seven members of my team walked into one of the smaller meeting rooms in a single file line. They each found a seat in black fluffy chairs and stared up at the white board, knowing that was wh
Fifty five degrees and I am out here showing off my legs, arms and cleavage. Though I felt chills here and there, I didn’t regret my choice of clothing. Sexiness is something that I wear day in and day out. And I can only imagine what people were thinking about me, when they saw me withstanding the cold. Listen, if you can be sexy wearing turtleneck sweaters and jeans, great. That is good for you, but for me, I love showing the skin. I am comfortable in my skin, so why should I show it? Why shouldn’t I walk around it, letting everyone see? Why does what I wear affect other people? In my mind, I say it because they're jealous. They don’t have the balls to wear what I wear, to wear it so proudly, so confidently. In my eyes, it’s what makes me stand out. I had lunch at the same place every Tuesday, with the same person. I heard my heels hitting the concrete with every step I took, tightening the black thin trench coat around my body. The walk was short. It only took five minu
Bubbles. Bubbles make everything fun. If I had to admit, bubbles were the one thing that made me childish. I enjoyed bubbles in my hot bath, with a glass of champagne, bubbles at the top. And with soft music playing in the background, I blew the bubbles off my hands, watching as they flew back in the water that I had submerged myself in. The heat brought my body ease and helped with the slight soreness of my feet. That’s what I get for wearing those heels. I tossed my feet over the side of the tub, hearing the water swish around me, a few drops falling from my small toes into the while tile of the bathroom floor. I took a sip of my drink as I stared off into space, thinking of the night to come. First off, what was I wearing? The black dress was always a safe pick, but tonight I was feeling a little daring. What do young men these days like? Short and revealing. Lord knew I had plenty of that. What about colors? What catches their eye? My mind wandered to the cute blue dress that I ha