All About You

All About…if I ever lose you…an excerpt from…”Impressions”, a short story collection…coming soon to ebook.

Everything in my life seemed to be at a high point…making all the right contacts…climbing the corporate ladder…getting to where I wanted to be.
I was whole…complete…satisfied with the blessings God had sprinkled over my life.
Of course…I was single, but I had gotten used to being single.
Celibacy…meditation…and focus were the virtues that made life full.
Then…you came along.
I still remember the crowded room…you were in the over flow on the second level balcony.
As I returned to my seat from lifting my tithes and offerings to Jehovah…I saw your face.
I was not looking for anything, but my heart was open to receive whatever God had for me.
As my attention was drawn to you…I felt my spirit speak.
It was as clear as my words are now.
“You have accomplished all that I have prepared for you…you can no longer move forward without that which you have been prepared for.”
I didn’t understand it, but my spirit would not allow me to leave that service without seeking you out.
I made my way to the overflow on the second level…and you were gone.
I waited out front, but I never saw you come out.
I came back to the Wednesday night study…every Wednesday for the next three months…to be filled…and with hopes of finding you.
Then…the night that the devil had been working the hardest to overthrow…our victory…you ended up shoulder to shoulder with me at the alter…the place that is designed for the Spirit to refuel us.
The Pastor asked us to greet the person to our right side.
I opened my eyes…to obey the Spirit that was commanding him.
My heart stumbled.
You moved seamlessly to embrace your brother in Christ.
Your embrace was my refueling.
Your touch was my new direction.
I still remember what I said, “I’ve been looking for you all my life.”
My statement should have been shocking to you…given the situation.
But you simply answered, “And now you have found me.”
It might sound silly, but I fell in love with you right there at the alter.
Where else in this whole wide world…could a bond of eternity…begin to be formed…better than the place ordained for souls to be saved.
It was not instant, but our lives began to adhere slowly over time…our souls became one…before our flesh had a chance to join as one.
Now more than two decades later…we have built so much, won so many victories, invested so much into each other…that no man can break asunder…what God has bound in Heaven.
If I was to lose you…having to live life without you…just would not be living at all.
Since leaving that alter…that very first Wednesday night…and laying eyes on your face…it’s been…All About You.

All About You

All About You…”cause I’ve been waiting a lifetime for us” I am going to attempt to write this All About You, article…about a special person who I have probably not even met yet. So…it’s going to be kind of different in comparison to my other All About You, articles. Usually, these articles are based on the profile of a HeatBlast reader or someone I used to know. They are meant for entertainment. This one is a campaign. The HeatBlast…over the year or so that I have been posting episodes and articles on wordpress…I have been lucky enough to build a very small niche audience, who hopefully enjoy The HeatBlast experience. If you have been reading my work for any amount of time…you probably know that I am an incarcerated author with a few published works under my belt. You should also know that I’ve been gone for more than a decade and now I am preparing to return home. Whether it’s a HeatBlast episode, an All About You, or a Just For You article…my writings are all based on relationships, love, and sex with a woman’s first, feel. So, I been thinking… Now that I am preparing myself to return to society…I want a hands on experience of learning how to love again. A real life love affair, sex, and affection have been so far removed from my life, it’s like I’ll have to learn how to love from scratch…for the very first time. Of course, I’ve made it my business to study the opposite sex for long enough to be almost qualified to pen The HeatBlast articles. Because of this term of incarceration…I’ve been fortunate to have enough peace to also study myself for just as long. I like to think that I am well versed in both subjects. But, nothing can substitute for having you on my mind when you’re not in my presence. There is no way possible to contemplate making you smile, when I know the world has put a frown on your face. No study can allow me to hold you in a way to assure you that you’ve got security in my embrace…so, I gotta change gears. And, if someone asked, “Mr. Lee…what are you looking for?” My simple answer would be, “I’m looking for the one…that’s looking for me.” There would be no physical requirements. But, she’d have to love herself and her body…as her temple…like they were the only one she’d ever get a chance to possess. Love herself…like she wants to be loved. With that love of self…you’d do without…before you’d settle for less. Believe me…I know what you’ve been going thru. I been reading the relationship stuff. She complaining, because he ain’t faithful. He complaining, because she so comfortable with him that she done let herself go. But they are not talking to each other about it…they just acting out, wreckless…about it. I’m like…damn, why can’t I just love you without secrets? Communicate so good with you, that we always comfortable telling each other the truth about anything…even our mistakes. If we can not understand each other…then it would be obvious that we are not made for each other. I’m planning to meet you for the very first time…real soon, so I can spend the rest of my time…getting to know you…understanding you…falling in love with you. I’m trying to get next to you…know your passions, how to make you laugh, and how to turn you on…then I’ll understand you. Only then, will I be okay with making love to you. I’ve been away…recreating myself to be serious about being prepared for you…a woman that can talk to her man. Like…if you notice that I’m taking two steps to the left, when we supposed to be taking two steps to the right. You should feel comfortable enough with us…to say, “Baby, aren’t we supposed to be going this way?” The fact that I have invested in us…and value you and what we have…I should not think twice about taking four steps to the right to get back on track, with us. If two people commit to building something solid…a constant consideration of my better half allows me to avoid wreckless mistakes. Mistakes themselves…will come and go, but an understanding of each other and what we should be focused on…coupled with a resolve to fight together to achieve it…is the foundation of a relationship built to stand a lifetime. You should not want anything less…cause I don’t. If you are reading this…you very well may not be looking for me, but to find what you are seeking, you must have a very good understanding of what it is that you seek. When you achieve that understanding…what you seek, will come to you. Now, if you got a burning desire…deep down in your soul to conquer the world…look in the mirror and make sure you love and respect yourself, like you want to be loved and respected. Then get at me, because I’m trying to help you get there. Sincerely…t.lee

All About You

Khalila Four…

She was leaning on the back of her car.
He was between her thighs.
His body…pressed hard against hers.
The truck came to a stop…in front of them.
Khalila knew the truck…well. She could not believe this was happening.
Her husband got out of the truck. “Khalila…” His voice cracked when he said her name.
The very thing he never wanted to think of happening…someone else…between those sexy red thighs…that were his(See AllAboutYou…last week).
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, as he walked up on them.
Tommy backed up to put some space between his body and hers.
He had done a background check on the husband.
Not a violent bone in his body, but you never know.
“Man! Who the fuck are you?” the husband asked.
He just looked at her husband.
Making a statement with his eyes.
The husband understood the statement.
“Listen…Big Tyme, I know this gotta be hard for you, but in time…you’ll get over it.”
They were face to face.
The husband turned to his wife. “Khalila…what is he talking about?”
“Have you been following me?” she asked.
This is not what he wanted to hear.
“Oh my God.” His hands were over his face. “Following you?” he asked…uncovering his face, looking at her. “Evidently…you need to be followed, if this is the type of shit you doing when you supposed to be at the gym.”
She looked away.
Khalila knew her husband was hurting inside.
“Okay…” Her husband took a deep breath. “Let’s just go home and try to work this out.”
Her arms were folded.
She did not move.
“Khalila…get in your car! Let’s go…home.” It was almost like he was begging.
“Big Tyme,” he said, shaking his head.
The husband looked at him with eyes that could kill.
He smiled, “She ain’t coming home tonight.”
“This is my wife!” He pointed at her.
Khalila looked off…when he looked at her.
She wasn’t making this easy for him.
“She gon go wherever the hell I tell her to go,” the husband said.
Tommy liked the attitude he had. He needed the husband in this mind frame to get him where he wanted him to be.
“I’m not going,” Khalila said, softly…still looking off into the night.
The husband looked at her.
Then the husband looked at him.
He shrugged his shoulders, like…”I told you so,” as he got his phone out.
The husband thought it was a gun.
He motioned to the husband, “Just relax…everythings cool.”
The husband shook his head, relieved it was not a weapon. “It’s not cool.” His voice was cracking again.
Tommy was cold as ice, because he was on a mission…determined.
She felt some remorse for how her husband was feeling, but she had been waiting a long time for this.
After all this time…all the static of his previous life…no longer existed.
She was a grown woman now. It was their time.
“Is this what you want Khalila?” the husband asked, thinking about someone else kissing those big ole’ sexy lips…that were his. Thinking about someone else squeezing on that super soft…ass…of hers…that was his.
He was hoping she would have a change of heart.
Khalila looked at him, but did not answer.
He dropped his head.
He did not want to, but he was giving up.
The plan…had broken him.
He looked at her one last time.
A tear ran down from his eye, as he got in his truck and pulled off.
The phone call was finished.
Khalila was still leaning against the back of the car.
He walked over to her. The embrace put him back in the same spot he was in before the husband had arrived.
“You okay?” he asked.
There was a single tear traveling across her cheek.
He caught the tear with the tip of his finger. He kissed her cheek where the tear used to be.
He whispered to her, “No more tears…no more pain.”
The wrecker pulled into the lot.
The SUV was not far behind.
Her car was going back to the husband.
The SUV driver was taking him and Khalila to…The Next Episode.
Khalila…The Next Episode…coming soon.

All About You

Khalila Three…Houston

She was still pissed off about that thing at The Marriot Downtown Houston(See AllAboutYou 8/24).
Her husband knew she was there to meet up with another man.
If it had not been for the anonymous phone call…he would have had no idea what she would have done that in that dimly lit suite overlooking Houston’s southwest side.
Ever since…things had been real tense at home. He even threatened divorce.
Khalila was not phased with the threats.
He knew if he left…whoever it was…she was supposed to meet that night…would have his wife.
He wasn’t trying to lose her.
Someone else would be kissing those big ole sexy lips…that were his.
They would be making love in between…those sexy red thighs…that were his.
The worse part of all…they would be squeezing on that super soft ass…of hers…that was his.
Aw…hell naw! He was not about to let her get away that easy. They would have to work thru this. Leaving her would be losing to lose too much.
Tonight, was elliptical night at Bally’s.
Khalila had planned on doing a quick 30 minute workout, but at the 30 minute mark, she found herself caught up thinking about him.
She was still mad at him for pulling whatever it was he pulled at The Marriot.
More than anything…Khalila wanted his body against hers.
R. Kelly’s, Your Body’s Calling, was shuffled in on her iPod. It reminded her of the sex they had before he went away.
“Where did he come up with that scene?” she thought. Thinking about how her husband had her masturbating as he watched. That was not her husband, at all. It had Tommy, written all over it.
He had not even called.
Khalila wanted to curse him.
She wanted to squeeze his thick…hard…body.
The sweat rolled off her nose as she reached the 45 minute mark. If she stopped the workout…it would mean returning home to her husband.
Khalila would rather punish her body on the elliptical…thinking about this man, she had not seen in over a decade, punishing her body.
Forget about cursing him…squeezing him…she wanted to fuck him.
Sixty minutes…her thighs burned, her calves were on fire, and the center of her soul was moist.
The elliptical machine finally came to a halt.
The shower was quick, but exhilarating.
He saw her come out of the gym.
He had been waiting for her, at least an hour.
Her windows were tinted.
She opened her car door.
Startled…her heart skipped a beat.
“Get in the car.”
It was him.
Khalila looked around the parking lot to make sure this time…was the real.
She sat in the driver’s seat. “Why you do that?” she asked.
He was looking straight forward. “Let’s get out of here.”
Khalila started the car and just began driving…not really knowing where they were going.
Her smile was wide.
He always liked her big smile.
“That shit was not cool.” Her eyes were on the road.
He looked at her.
She glanced his way. It had been a long time. She felt herself overheating.
“Is he still there?” he asked.
“Unfortunately…yes,” she answered. “So, that’s what that was about? It’s going to take more than that,” she said, thinking about her husband’s determination.
“Turn in that parking lot and park in the back,” he said, ignoring her. He had his own plans.
It was dark in the parking lot.
He got out and went to the back of the car.
Khalila joined him.
He was staring into the stars. Then he looked at her. “Khalila…I been gone for a long time, but I’m back.” He walked in front of her. “I’m back to take…everything that’s mine.”
He could feel her heartbeat.
She smiled. “Am I yours?”
His stare got a little more intense. “I don’t got time to deal with the distraught husband that done all of a sudden woke and found himself on the losing end of this.” His lips were so close. “He needs to understand…that all the things you did to him to make him fall in love with you…I taught you those things.”
She wanted to kiss him.
“I want him to understand that his time is up. That’s why I sent him there.”
He always had a method to his madness.
“Baby…fuck him. I miss you.” She tried to kiss him.
He put his finger up to her lips to stop her.
“Khalila…I ain’t trying to lose you again. It’s gotta be right.”
Her kettle was rumbling.
What was he talking about? Her body was burning…it sounded like Chinese.
“I don’t want your body to be the first to love me again.”
“I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“What about when you were saying…I do?” he asked.
She looked away. “I’m human…I needed to fill a void. The one you created.”
He saw the headlights coming.
This was it…his takeover.
Khalila Four…Next Friday on TheHeatBlast.

All About You

All About You…Momma…
An excerpt from upcoming short story collection…All About Her

I’ve written a lot of these…All About You’s…for…and about women, from all walks of life.
The more I write this column…the better I get at paying tribute to women all around…for being the very glue that bonds society.
Today’s column is special.
Written for…and about…a very special woman.
Some might say…if she’s so special…why did you wait more than a year and over fifty, All About You’s, later to write this.
Simple…I was not good enough at doing this, to write it.
This particular article…about this particular woman…has to be good. Because, every word…I ever write…no matter who it is for…or about…in the end…it’s always written for her.
Together…we’ve committed ourselves to a life long battle to exist.
Some might even say, our struggle is no different from anyone else’s…and I can not argue the fact.
But…let me tell you about this…Special Woman.

Momma…

From the start the odds were stacked against us.
You being only twenty…him, not much older.
But, you had a strong family…with a strong shoulder.
Your mother…my father. You even had two brothers and two sisters that were older.
Fast forward…seven years later. It was like the world had plotted for our failure.
It was only a few days before Christmas.
Daddy didn’t make it…we had God…we still had each other.
But, if we only knew…the storm had just begun to pass over.
It had only been about 14 days since the head of our household had passed away.
Now, Madea…the head of our entire family…would follow the same path…this day.
What was this? Two deaths…in 2 weeks!
How could God’s plan be…this? What had we done to deserve it?
Our foundation had been taken away. Our structure had been weakened.
Still growing, learning, and maturing…yourself. Only 27, with a young child to protect.
You became a one woman army to survive…overnight.
At only seven…I did not really understand. But I knew something was not right.
Before, that Holiday season of ’77…I can only remember spending most of my time with Madea and Daddy.
But, it did not take long for our bond to strengthen. We understood…it was us against the world, now.
From what we’d experienced…the world was not going to give us any sympathy.
You got a job and made a home for us. I tried…even at seven…not to ask for much.
I never wanted for anything. You provided well.
I felt an obligation to do my part.
From the candy store sales…out of the back door…to working in Uncle Lewis’ shop.
I wanted to do my part…contributing to help you.
The situation gave birth to the ambition. It was nothing you ever did wrong.
It was the situation we were forced into…that sent me on my mission.
Fast forward…to 1986. Still us…still fighting the world to exist.
I was getting older…trying to carve my path in life.
You didn’t like the direction. Doing all you knew how to…to show me right.
No matter how much I did not listen. You never gave up…never left me.
The first Storm, took us by surprise, but I walked right into the next one with open eyes.
When I found myself in the middle of it…I looked around…and you were right there.
Not even the US Justice Department could tell whose fight this was.
You fought with me…against them…as if it was yours.
Now that, this storm has begun to dissipate…your will to come out of it in Victory
Is as strong…as it was the first day.
And after all the time…the denials…the defeats…and even the handful of small victories.
I just want you to know…I love you in a very special way.
This Victory…that we’ve been fighting for…is still for, and All About You.

All About You

All About You…Ms. Jackson…things we say when you’re not around

The waitress set the drinks down on the table. “Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?” she asked.
“We’re fine…thanks,” one of them said.
She left.
“Say, Jay…I can’t figure out why she giving me the cold shoulder.”
Jay took a sip of the cognac. “I think Steve dropped some salt on you…you know he always wanted to get at her anyway.” Jay said.
He just shook his head. “Man…we was better than that…for her to believe something she heard. That girl know me better than that. Maybe it was that wedding shit…I knew that was gone be bad,” he said, as he thought about Jay’s wedding. “I guess I got a problem reading women or something…I thought our thing was like, non-chalant.”
“That’s what I thought. You had been trying to get at her since ya’ll was like eight.” Jay said.
“You fucking right! You remember all that yard work we did so I could buy her that snakeskin purse with the belt to match…when we was like twelve?”
They both laughed, as an old Avante and KeKe Wyatt song played in the background, ‘My First Love’.
“After all that…I didn’t even get a kiss.”
He sipped his drink, listening to the words of the song, thinking how ironic it was.
Him and her had grown up in church together. It was like they had always been meant for each other, but it took forever before she gave him a chance. When she did…she had been married with kids. He was divorced with five kids. The timing was bad all around…his girl had just broken up with him for the fifth time. They always got back together, but this time…during the break-up…him and Ms. Jackson had crossed each other’s path again. She was good…he had been waiting so long for her…before he knew it…he was in the middle of a world wind love affair.
He put his drink down. “When I finally did…hit it…we was both on the rebound. I had shit going on in three different states…not to mention everything and everybody I had to deal with in Houston.”
“Yeah, that was a crazy time for you.” Jay pointed at him.
“You know…it would have been impossible for me…at the time…to try and start something serious.”
“How can you sleep with a woman…on the regular…especially one you been trying to fuck with for decades…and expect her not to get seriously involved?” Jay asked.
“It seemed like she was just letting me in, because she ignored my moves on her for all that time.” He was trying to figure her out, but she was impossible to figure out. “She used to come over to my spot with nothing on, but a trench coat and heels…in the middle of the night.’ he smiled thinking about those nights. “I’d open the door and she would just take over the spot with the little scene she had cooked up in her head…fuck my brains out and then bounce leaving me in the bed naked.”
“No laying up…no cuddling…no nothing?” Jay asked.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “She’d get off and leave. Don’t get me wrong…that shit was great. You know…she thick to death? I loved that shit, but I felt like that’s what we were on…blowing off steam. I didn’t stop to think she was taking that shit to heart. But, believe me…I wanted her to be my girl, for the longest…it was just a bad time…and I got caught up in the sex play…it was a good one too.” He laughed thinking about it.
“See…that’s how you fucked up,” Jay said.
“What?”
“You was moving a hundred miles an hour and thinking with your dick.” Jay got the waitress for another round. “You knew all that freak shit…knocking pictures off the wall(See All About You 4/13)at her sister’s house…trips to New Orleans…at some point that shit was going to affect her feelings for you.”
He sat back in his chair, as the waitress placed fresh drinks on the table.
He grabbed his drink. “Listen…it was supposed to be me and her from the jump…before all the getting married…any of that shit. She ducked my plays at her…I was trying. By the time she came around…love had let me down so many times…I was married to my livelihood by then.’
“So did you tell her that?”
“No…I just supposed that she was having a blast like I was.”
Jay just looked at him. “Come on, man…” he said. “Then you hit her with…oh…by the way. I’m getting back with ole’ girl and she coming to J’s wedding.”
“That ain’t how it went.” He took a drink. “We was already cooling off by then.”
“Okay…so you sugar-coated it. The fact is…everybody was going to be there.”
He cut him off. “Nobody knew we was messing around.”
“Are you serious?” He looked at him like he had been on Mars. “Ya’ll was like the President and the First Lady, in the hood.”
He knew he fucked it up with her.
“I been loving that girl since I had the first urges of sex.” He sipped the cognac. “I wanted it to be our time so bad, but we had created too much other stuff in between.” He sat up in the chair. “We had been friends forever…I didn’t think she would throw the friendship away because the other thing didn’t work out.”
“That’s how it be sometimes.”
“Yeah…Bro, I guess you right.” He sipped the aged cognac again. “I just can’t stop thinking…about her.”

All About You

All About You…Khalila…the next episode

Actually…Khalila had not totally lied to her husband. She did stop by the gym on her way to the Marriot.
Two days ago she had taken the clothes, she was wearing tonight, to the gym. She showered and got dressed there.
She was almost red-carpet ready.
The dress was Balenciaga…white over black…tied under the breast…split to the upper thigh…hemmed above the knees.
Her Manolo Blahnik…four inch heels were strapped over her feet in white and gold.
She was also wearing a few gold accessories to highlight the heels.
He was watching her.
The hair…her nails…everything was on point.
She was feeling like eighteen again under his watchful eye.
“So…you want me to get undressed right here at the door?” she asked (See All About You 8/17).
“Mmmhmm…” he said.
She just stared into his direction…into the darkness.
There was a closet at the entrance.
Khalila hung her tote bag on the door and undid the strap to the Balenciaga dress and let it fall to the floor.
He smiled.
She knew he was over there in the dark, smiling.
She had not wore any underclothes.
Khalila started to reach for the straps on the heels.
He liked the shoes.
“Leave them on.”
She stood back up…feeling vulnerable and exposed.
He knew it. “He ain’t used to you shaving, huh?”
She smiled.
“That’s cool…I don’t wanna get you in trouble,” he said. “I need you to get it ready for me.”
“How am I supposed to do that with you on the other side of the room?” she asked.
“Open her up…put a finger in…then taste it for me.”
She kind of tilted her head at his strange request, but did it anyway.
Khalila used two fingers to open herself. Her other hand…the finger that usually held her wedding ring…was softly swiped along her womb.
She placed her finger in her mouth over her tongue and wrapped her lips around it as she slowly pulled it out.
“Put your finger back in and tease your clit,” he instructed.
She heard him open something.
She knew what it was.
She began to masturbate while leaning against the door…under the only light in the room.
“Sssss….” she pulled the air thru her clenched teeth as she got into a groove. Her eyes were closed.
“Damn baby…I missed you,” she moaned.
He listened.
Her right hand…index finger was all the way in…curled towards…that spot.
Her left hand was filled with her right breast, as she stimulated her nipple.
Khalila was really getting turned on.
Something different…being freed…at least, every now and then.
“I need you over here,” she said to him.
Her kettle was rising.
The index finger was still in.
Her free hand was now working her clitoris.
“Oh…baby!” she cried.
“Mmmhmmm…” he moaned. He was in a zone himself from this…masturbating, while she…masturbated.
He was almost there.
She had left the doorway.
His eyes were closed, but he felt her presence…getting closer.
When he opened his eyes…it was too late.
She had straddled him…taking his charge.
He wasn’t supposed to let her get this close…at least not yet.
But, it was dark…she was wrapped in her role…she didn’t know.
She took him from the top…taking him all.
He buried his face in her breast…gripping her ass…pressing himself into her.
They had a pressured…screwed groove going on.
It all brought them both to a climax.
As they relaxed…she tried to kiss him, but he avoided the contact.
He turned the lamp on…that was next to the table.
It wasn’t him…it was her husband.
This, All About You, was created especially for Ms. Khalila.
I hope enjoyed it, Kay-Kay…cause I need this 36 to be quick, so I can hit you up with the…truly, Tim Heat.

All About You

Khalila…an excerpt from the upcoming short story collection…All About Her…by Tim Heat

Houston…tonight she was trying out a new recipe for her husband and kids.
It was a seafood pasta with a cream cheese sauce.
She really needed to get this right on the first try.
She had to be at the gym in an hour. She had missed workouts before, but not tonight.
Yeah…she loved her husband and wanted to always do what it took to preserve her family, but it was getting unbearable.
It wasn’t anything he was doing wrong…it was her.
She needed to be freed…every now and then.
Tonight, that freedom was coming.
He had been gone out of her life for over a decade.
But, now he was back in the city.
They had met at club one night.
She was cute…thick…peanut butter skin tone, with a head on her shoulders.
His type.
They dated…had a blast.
He went away.
They kept in touch…better than he expected her too.
She had always said, he could get it no matter what.
Tonight…a marriage…two kids and an established career later…she was going there with him.
Risking it all…wrapped in a moment of prohibited passion.
The pasta was perfect.
They probably would not even notice she used the health conscious choice of wheat pasta.
Everything was done.
Her husband and the kids would have to survive making their own plates.
After all this time…he was looking forward to seeing her, but he respected how well she had done for herself.
Khalila had been an extraordinary lover back then…now, she was an extraordinary friend.
Even though he was debating within…about whether this was a good idea, it was too late for that.
Everything had been planned out and put into motion.
The Marriot Downtown Houston provided stunning views of the city.
The room was on the west side of the building overlooking the Houston Galleria.
He was already there waiting on her.
It was not much to the room…a bed, flat screen, tables, chairs…the normal hotel stuff.
The housekeeper had opened the curtains.
He was sitting in the chair facing the door…in front of the huge windows.
The only light was over the entrance to the room.
The sun had disappeared from the city’s sight.
The seventeenth story view added a subtle backdrop to the room.
There was a key left at the front desk for her.
She got there around eight.
He heard the locks turn on the door.
He was ready.
When she opened the door…she couldn’t see him sitting in the dark.
“Baby…” She knew he was there. She looked for the light switch.
“Don’t worry about the light.”
Hearing his voice…in person, after all these years was like rewinding the hands of time.
She felt butterflies.
He missed her too.
She started to walk towards him.
“Wait…” he said. “I got this thing I been thinking about.”
Khalila was standing in the entrance…under a directional lamp. It was like she was on a stage.
“Take off your clothes.”
After all this time…he was still on some different shit, she thought to herself.
She looked in his direction…barely able to see him, as he sat in the darkest part of the room.
What he had on his mind…tonight…Khalila wanted a double shot of whatever it was.
She started to get undressed…
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