Tag: Romance
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Explicit. L. Leeper · 4 min read Dad should be proud of me, my pussy is the million-man march. Another man is on top of me. Another man is on top of me. Another man is on top of me. Every part of him is broken, but all of his jagged pieces are held together […]
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In my former Atlanta days I had a very animated love life. The kinds of characters I dated have laced me with valuable game that my kids will inherit. I remember when I was in my early twenties, going to school, pursuing a modeling career and allowing my heart to lead the way. This is […]
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If you told me the light skin cutie I was making eyes with at the club, a year later, would be sucking the lining out of my ass and hydrating himself with my kidneys secretions I wouldn’t have believed you. When you meet pretty people you find yourself having a difficult time imagining them doing […]
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He was attracted to the smell of student loans and high interest rates emanating from my vaginal walls. Each shift in my walk smelt like accountability and mother approved juice. My milk shake brings all the young boys to the yard. Rock with me on this for a second. I miss the days of fooling around with […]
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What is the “slow drip?” For those lacking in the ebonics department, don’t trip, I’m here to lace you. Slow drip, it is the act of someone slowly pulling away from engaging with you rather than communicating that the relationship you two had is over. Slow drippers will text back, most times, typically with one […]
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Let’s end a myth or two. Women are often clingy after sex, BUT it is not always because the man was serving a mean pipe game, or because his mouth piece was that slick, or because the woman is hyper-sensitive, has low self-esteem and/or is gullible. Many of times it is simply science that has […]
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Click HERE to read PART 1. Remember the ‘Relationship without a Title’ guy (click to HERE to read that article)? Well, lets call him Clark. As you know, things started out pretty casual with Clark and I, the sex was hot, the wine was smooth, the pillow talks were strong. As time progressed we found […]
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NOTE: Story written in 2017, as requested, I brought it back. It was the first night and I didn’t hesitate to break all of the “Think Like a Man” and other self-help romance books’ top commandments, one of which being: Do not fuck on the first night. Welp…. I regret to inform Steve Harvey that […]
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It was a dreary day. Grey clouds hung over my love life the city of Denver. There was nothing exciting to see. My head was on reasonably straight, I was making good choices in life. I was in good health. Yet I was walking in a dismal haze wondering what it felt like to be […]
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“Mommy why you doing that? You don’t want to eat your cookies?” My confused child wondered why everyone had finished their desert except me. I wanted to tell him the truth; son, I’m tired of eating my own cookies, I want someone else to do the eating this time. I need someone to soak my […]
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Everybody says they’re a freak in the bedroom, but they’re faux freaks at best, still excited by trivial doggy style. Most couldn’t tell you what it means to reach into the bottom of their soul and scrap the edges for the last bits of anger, fear…passion, and turn it into uninhibited sex. I remember when […]
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I’ve always been the other girl. The side chick. The night time visit and and weekend escape. The island you wanted to visit, but never wanted to live because it was exotic, but not quite home. Most times I was a side chick involuntarily, being that the secret was kept from me as much as […]
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He was Black Man Magic. Glittering in the most masculine way possible, it seemed that when he inserted himself we would secrete sunshine and sparkles. I was convinced it was a pixie that was giving me back to back orgasms. Half pixie, half scientist at least. I’d holler tears compounded with carbon-man-don’t-leave-me and sodium-nigga-I-wish-you-would, as […]
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As a young black girl I grew up reading the best of Debbie Macomber and Sandra Brown, if you don’t know who they are, Google them and it will explain why I’m a corny ass hopeless romantic who believes that men should still pull up outside of your window on some mad corny-ish; guitar or […]
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My car was tripin’. There’s something jacked up about that feeling you get when you’re blind sided by a non-responsive, non-reactionary, non-starting ass, normally working ass vehicle in the middle of cold ass Colorado weather. No there is something really jacked up about the anger you feel when your normally functioning vehicle does not start at […]
