There I was, my brain stuttering and stammering as she looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. No woman had ever made me feel this way. This cannot be good for the Brotherhood of...Brothas! How in hades did I get here?
How did I let this small geh with the lovely heart-shaped face get under my skin? How do I explain this feeling to those who know me like I know myself without looking a tad bit dishonest?
You see, the smell of her cheap perfume couldn't seem to meander it’s way out of my nostrils two weeks after…after the first time. Memories of her cute dimples and the crucifix-esque scar on her chin sent my hormones racing towards Madam Jolomi's flesh market.
The heaving of her breasts under the tight dress she wore sent my attention straight to a place that technically doesn't exist. I know this because she started crying for some reason. I had no idea what it was. I tried to comfort her and then, somehow...we...we ended up having slow, spine-tingling sex. She refused to take my money this time…That can't be good.