He didn’t just eat her, he savored her—leaving hickeys oftentimes on the inside of her thighs. She never understood why they were called passion marks until she met David. He left his mark all over her body every time they connected.
She would often lament with her girls over wine and pizza that the marks, sadly, always lasted longer than David’s visits.
Ahhh…but right now, as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him the way a starving man pulls the table closer to his chair before he feasts on his favorite meal…it just didn’t matter. Oh…Sweeet Lawd… He made her feel delicious. She had been liked before, even loved before; but the way this man licked her made her feel as if someone craved her. Being craved was a different feeling.
He moved his hands up to the small of her back, moved down her thighs slowly-his dreads trailing behind—tickling the hyper-sensitive area—and steered Nina over on her stomach.
Nina unthinkingly raised her hips. She was so ready.
And so was he—invading her body as if she was under attack. “I surrender General”, she thought and released her legs wider to the sides.
The alarm radio woke her the next morning at 6:00 a.m. DJ Don Castaway’s smooth voice had been her wake-up call for years, “Good morning sleepy heads. Time to rise and shine. Let’s get you started this morning with a little Al Green!”
Love and happiness (yeah)
Something that can make you do wrong
Make you do right
Nina rolled over and kissed a snoring David on the cheek, scurried to the bathroom to take what her mom used to call a hooker bath (wash the T—face, pits and va-jay-jay) and was at the gym by 6:30 in her lavender leggings and matching bra. Every move that her trainer, Jack, made her execute reminded her that David had been there last night. Being with him was a workout in itself—a mix of yoga, cardio, and strength training.
“What has you grinning this morning,” chuckled Jack., “usually you are damn-near growling at me.”
Nina murmured between her half smile, while shaking her head, “Boy, you really don’t want to know.”
After 30 more minutes with Jack, Nina showered quickly, slipped into her Donna Karan blue draped dress and headed to the office.
She still felt a little tingle in the back of her neck every time she pulled up in front of her building and saw the sign that read “ Nina Harris & Associates.” Who knew that the kid who was called Nappy Nina from 4th-9th grade would end up owning a recruiting business that netted over 8 million in profits last year. Nina pulled down the sun visor so she could take a quick glance at herself before walking in and thought, “they sure as hell ain’t calling me nappy anymore,” as she ran her fingers through her long amber-colored twists.
“Good Morning, Ms. Harris,” sang Stacey, a cute, slightly overweight young lady Nina had recently hired as the lead receptionist. She graduated from Howard and was also a Delta—making the decision a fairly easy one considering the rest of Stacey’s resume. She actually was over-qualified for this job, but said that she too wanted to run a Human Resource firm one day, so appreciated the opportunity to work under and learn from Nina. She said Nina was better than any teacher she ever had at Howard, as she had learned more in her 8 months there than she had learned in any of her business classes.
“If Stacey only knew the dumb decisions I’ve made in her personal life,” Nina thought, “I bet she wouldn’t be so enamored with me.”
Nina lost herself in her work for hours. Time flew for her here because everything made sense. Typically, she had the answers to anyone’s questions. She was the problem solver.
She just couldn’t figure out what to do with the biggest problem in her life—she couldn’t figure out what to do about David. Their relationship was intense since the first time they met at the Human Resource Professionals Conference. He was an employment attorney and spoke to her and 500 other HR professionals about employment practices and laws. Nina was sitting in the front row and it felt like David was talking directly to her. She learned later over drinks at the bar—that he was.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he said as he took a sip of his scotch. The way he looked at her made her feel sexy and beautiful. She hadn’t blushed since she was in high school (could Black girls really blush anyway?).
They shared family stories; discovered that they were both only children; career dreams; and some travel plans—both wanted to go to Brazil next.
Their connection was so instant and deep; Nina didn’t feel uncomfortable when he started undressing her in her hotel room that night, only 4 hours after they met. That first night, he was gentle with her: softly kissing almost every inch of her body making her feel precious. Normally, when she slept with a new lover, she couldn’t sleep well because of newness of the situation, but that night, she fell asleep quickly and slept comfortably in David’s arms.
Ring. Ring. The sound of his cell phone woke her up that next morning. He reached his long arm over and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand.
“Hey Baby,” she heard him say. “Hey Baby?! Hey Baby? Hey Baby?!” She was suddenly aware of her nakedness.
He got off of the phone, looked at Nina and said, “Sorry sweetheart, my little girl wanted to talk to me before she went to school today. She is nervous about her spelling test.” Then he smiled, seeming to see the image of his little girl in his head.
“Did this motherfucker just smile,” Nina thought? “Did he not notice the ripped open condom wrappers next to his cell phone? Did he forget what just happened here? All that damn talking we did last night, he definitely didn’t mention a little girl!”
“Was that her momma calling,” Nina asked with her stomach in knots.
“Yes, my wife.”
The knots in Nina’s stomach released as quickly as they formed, and she wanted to vomit. “Wife?” He hadn’t mentioned a wife—not that she had asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nina questioned.
“Hell, baby, I just thought this was a one night thing. I didn’t think that we needed to get into all THAT. “ He then started rubbing her outer thigh, looked deeply in her eyes, and explained, “but sweetheart, even in our short time together, I can tell how special you are. I don’t want to lose you. My wife and I are only together for Ashley, our daughter. I need a woman like you in my life. I deserve a woman like you in my life.” Then he moved his hand from her outer thigh to her inner thigh. They made love for another two hours until he had to leave.
And not much has changed since then. Nina threatens to leave David; David promises to leave his wife. Nina swears she’s done, swears she’s going to find herself a man who is single and available, swears that she deserves better . . . and then . . . he calls.
My intention is for Black people to love themselves and each other. It sounds somewhat silly, I guess; but oftentimes my people are overwhelmed with negative images, bad news, and stereotyped characters about us. I’d like to flip that script. I’d like to remind us, as often as I can, how incredible we are. Read more