Breakfast is almost normal without Denise at the dining table. She must be preparing for work. I add more syrup to the mini pile of pancakes on my plate, a sick smile playing on my lips at the amount of sugary stuff I’m eating. I’ll work it out at the gym later.  Darius looks up from his newspaper, then at the pancakes. “How’s it coming with the house?”  I take a sip of my coffee, all black, no sugar, before answering. “Okay.” Apparently, renovations take half as long as building a new house. “I’ll be out of your hair soon,” I say with a fake laugh. “No, man. I like having you here.”  So I can hear the screams of his wife as he beats the shit out of her. No, thanks. In silence, I stir the content of my cup and Darius resumes reading. My hands wrap around the mug, the heat warms my palms and probably melts my senses because I hear myself speaking out of turn. “I thought you said it was a one time thing,” I mutter, meeting his gaz

“Baby boy, are you sure you are up for this?” I look at Mia. Take a really good look at her face and features. Do I want to do this with her? Mia sighs. When she’s about to untangle herself from me, I answer in a flat tone, “Very much.” My reply satisfies her, her hands return to grip the top of the couch and she grinds on me. I fake a moan to keep her going and bring her hand to cover my bulge because my dick seems to like what she’s doing though she’s not Denny. Mia slides down to her knees, her hands are a blur of movement as she tackles my belt. She frees my dick and I let out a genuine moan as she twirls her tongue over my shaft, prying my pee-hole open for my precum. Fucking fuck. Cupping my balls with one hand, she bats her fake lashes at me before taking my whole length in one swift motion to the back of her throat. My mind blanks. Sweet Lord. My brain muddles and her face morphs into someone else. A dark-skinned beauty that has been on my mind since I left her. I want h

Denise didn’t mean it.  She can’t possibly mean that.  My hands drop to my sides. I take a cautious step back to inspect her face. Her face is flushed but she is fucking serious about me stopping.  David: 0 – Women: 1,000. “I don’t want to cheat on him,” she replies to my unspoken question.  Him being the unfaithful wife beater, Darius.  The laughter that escapes my throat is deep and bitter. “He’s already doing enough of that for the both of you.” My dick strains painfully against my short. This night had so much promises. “If you don’t need me, I need you, Denny.” She swallows hard. She has to be the most confused woman I know. “What if I please you? You don’t have to do anything, Denny.” I hold a finger up to keep her from shaking her head. I am not taking no for an answer. I guide her to the bed and sit first. She stands looking at me like a confused student. That’s fine. I’ll lecture her today and

Denise squares her shoulders and I let out a whisper, “Please.” I need to do the right thing. “Go.” “But I already said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry I cancelled. I’m sorry I lied.”  The long buried anger floats to the surface. It took me weeks to get the reservation only for her to wake up one beautiful sunny day and cancel. No good explanation. Nothing to follow it up. But I’m past caring about that. In an odd way, it’s good this happened, we need to set things straight. “Just leave.” Badly in need of a distraction, I move to the dresser to pick up my phone, anything I can touch but her. Denise ambles to the door and my chest falls in acceptance. Finally. I jump as the click of a door locking echoes in the room. Fuck. Meeting my gaze, she takes her first step towards me. “Denise!”  The warning in my voice doesn’t deter her. I swallow hard with each step forward. She pries the phone from my hand and sets it on the d

It’s 11:30 pm and I am doing the dishes. Why? Because I’m bored. Okay, I volunteered to do it and Denise made the maids take the evening off. I only did it because I thought Denise would come to the kitchen to tease me. Getting her alone has become tough with Darius’s arrival. I hear the distant sound of footfalls but I don’t look up. Lather splashes everywhere as I turn over a plate to sponge it. The steps falter. I look up to see Denise leaning on the door. My heart skips a beat. I school my face into a mask to hide my excitement. She came. She came to tease me. Seconds bleed into minutes but Denise hasn’t made a sound and I’m dying to hear her voice. I towel dry the dishes and leave them on the counter. The only light turned on in the kitchen is the corner light by the sink. I catch her sagged shadow on the window above the sink and my pulse jumps. Something is wrong. “Denny?” I ask as I begin the walk towards her. She pushes herself away f