Tag: sex
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L. Leeper 3 min read I’m sitting on his couch. He has his legs cocked open in comfortable negro fashion. His grey sweat pants offend and attract me; the feelings coexist. He couldn’t get dressed for me? I’m irritated. I found a sitter. I paid her. I brought her food. I listened to her talk […]
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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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Dig this: I’m a vegetarian that enjoys a good, long, cigarette with my wine from time to time. Newport’s to be exact, a pack of Cools as an alternative. I’m a tree-hugging minimalist who eats clean and lives by vegan hair and body products. I listen to Tariq Nasheed as I consider myself pan-African and […]
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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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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 […]
