Remember this... What's done in the dark will always come to light.
“How was your
day, love?” Vernon said as he kissed on my shoulder. “It was fine. Yours?” He
kissed me on my neck. “I thought about you all day.” I blushed as I listened to
his flattery. I undid his necktie as I kissed him with fervor. He picked me up
and placed me on my mahogany dining room table. He lifted up my dress and began
kissing on my thighs as I rubbed his head. He undid his dress shirt with care
before he removed my panties tossing them carelessly they ended up on my
As he went down on me my
apprehension quickly faded into an abyss of pleasure. “I. missed. you.” He
punctuated each word with a kiss to my inner thigh before he began massaging my
clit with his tongue. I’d missed his warm thick tongue pleasing me. My moans
filled the silent air of my home as I panted in pure ecstasy. As I came Vernon
grabbed my legs pulled me down off the table and bending me over it. He smacked
my ass as undid his belt.
As he entered me he tightly gripped
my long, black hair. He leaned in and I could hear his heavy breathing in my
ear. “I love this.” He said as he gently bit my shoulder. “It’s your.” “That’s
what I like to hear.” Our episode moved from my dining room table to my bedroom
as he picked me up and carried me down the hallway. We fell onto the bed where
he pinned my legs back and went deeper. I looked into his eyes and I could see
the passion as he made me come over and over before getting his.
He caught his second wind before
pulling me on top of him. He eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I slowly moved up
and down. He grabbed my hips and rubbed my waist gently. As he came he pulled
me down on top of him and kissed me. I rolled over beside him and sat on the
edge of my bed. My reality had quickly returned as the fleeting bliss faded
away just as quickly as it had come.
are you okay?” Vernon said as he played in my hair as I absentmindedly stared
out of my bedroom window and at the city lights far below. “I’m fine, Vernon.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You sure?” I bristled, “Yes, I’m sure.” Before he could
ask the same question again his phone rung I looked down at it saw the smiling
face of a woman and two kids. Vernon quickly answered the phone, “Yes Karen?” I
could her a tense but muffled voice in the background. “I’m still at the
office. I will be home in a few.” I could hear more muffled speaking. “Don’t
wait up.” With that being said he hung up.
He leaned back over and kissed me on
my cheek. I gently caressed his cheek and gently said, “Go home to your wife
and kids.” “Don’t be like that, Ascha. Next year thing’s will be different.
Kyle and Kylie will be off to college soon and you and I can be together.” I
gave him an incredulous smile. “Vernon, please save that lie for someone who
believes that. The sex is good but I don’t want you. If you’re fucking me
behind your wife’s back. What would you do behind mine? If in fact you did
leave your wife which I doubt you will.” Vernon was at a loss for words because
he knew I was right. He silently got into the shower, redressed, and left as I
got up and began working on my newest short writing piece.
soon as I started typing I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.
“Hello.” “Is this Ascha Gordon?” The voice was that a quiet women. “Speaking,
may I ask who this is?” The voice turned from almost a quiet whisper to a roar.
“This is KAREN PARKS. VERNON PARKS’ WIFE!”
Why I Stopped
Auditioning By: Ryan D. Daniels Originally posted on September 24, 2016 A man wants a woman who
has her own, a woman who can cook, a woman who keeps herself up, a woman who is
this, a woman who is that. At one point in time I saw myself at least in a
happy and stable relationship by the time I was 25. Every time I became halfway
serious with a guy I started auditioning for the wife role—cooking and doing
whatever in between to make him realize I was the “one”. However, as my 26th
birthday draws nigh I realized something the man who is meant for me isn’t
going to need for me to audition.
Foreword to "To Live, Learn, and Die in Halifax Co.":
I am a lifestyle writer not a journalist. I normally write about funny stuff: love, life, and a laughter. I like making people laugh not think; I leave that to serious people. When I posted this essay it wasn't to attack anyone and it wasn't to be attacked or chided in return. Normally my posts get about 100 views in a couple of weeks but within two hours of me posting this piece it had over 1000 views. Let me be clear, I am not an expert on schools, I am not an expert on taxation, I am not an expert on the finances of Halifax County. However, anyone with two eyes can look around and see that Halifax County is SUFFERING. I wrote this piece because I have seen the effects that our piss poor schools have had on my generation and all subsequent generations. I spoke about my grandmother's work ethic and her desire to see her children do better not to focus on her parenting. It was to focus on the fact that the text…
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