Mr. Random

      He was anything but nice. In fact if I had to compare him to anyone he was like John Mayer to Taylor Swift. He was an asshole. Rude for no reason sometimes but gorgeous and never lied to me. He didn't belong to me when I met him in college, and I didn't care. I had just been cheated on by my boyfriend during the summer and I was anything but alright with men. Then he came in my life. 5'10, light brown skin, perfect teeth, and covered in tattoos. He always had his hair braided or dreads. He lived with his girlfriend. The night I would like to describe, was the night he walked up six flights of stairs to see me. I already knew what he wanted. Sex. He was so predictable and we argued everyday about silly  things.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Yet, once he said he loved me something immediately changed. I can remember calling him every name in the book that night. He kept calling me so I ago out of my sleep in my green t-shirt and shorts. "What's wrong," I said irritated as hell. He started walking towards me and I immediately pushed him away. Then he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me neck up and down like he was trying to devour me, as if he was eating chocolate.  "I hate you, know that," I said while moaning. His hands always grabbed at me everywhere. Somehow we made it to the staircase and it was on like two frustrated horny rabbits.  It was after 4am til he left me.  Though he was not good for me at all. He was a great distraction from my world. I was his mistress for 2 years off and on but I never regretted anything. xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Mute Button

    He came into my life like a bat out of hell. He was a baseball player when we met and I fell in love with half black/Dominican physique. He was also a 5'11 glass of water. He was my first love, my first tongue kiss, and well a lot of firsts. I can remember hanging at his apartment my first year of college. We always saw each other after long stressful day of classes. He always would grabbed me and tongue me down in his bed before I slept over. His kisses were amazing, but it was the way he brushed each of his fingers along my arm during are encounters always made me excited. But he had a huge flaw. He was dumb as rocks.
     I honestly use to grab his face and kiss him in order to stop him from continuing his sentence. Were just friends but ill always remember those make out sessions. Xoxo Mrs. English. "Damn its hot out here," Kevin Sparks said as he was unloading his lawn equipment on the property. Property that seem more like a Castle than a house. He was the only landscaper in the small town of Wacksaw, North Carolina, and enjoyed what he did to the fullest.

 

Animal Instincts

     "Damn its hot out here,"Kevin Sparks said as he was unloading his lawn equipment on the property that seem more like a Castle than a house. He was the only landscaper in the small town of Wacksaw, North Carolina, and enjoyed it so much it let him to the point of no return. Though Kevin was caramel skinned  brother, with light green eyes, and nice 6'3 physique;he was also use to being alone. Ever since his high school sweetheart died of car accident in Mississppi, two years, he remained solo. The only joy he knew was in the form of the outdoors, which included getting his sweaty and strong hands dirty. "Hello, you must be Mr. Sparks, I'm the lady of the house, Mrs. Lincoln,"she said with the most precious smile. Kevin could barely contain himself when he saw her in that white dress. She had short curly brown hair, and light skinned complexion, which complimented her gray eyes hid under clear rimmed glasses. He always found glasses drop dead gorgeous.

    "Oh, yes ma'am, we spoke on the phone about the blueprint I created from you're pictures of the backyard you wanted to recreate," he said while nodding and smiling. "Yes, and call me Tiara, or Mrs. Lincoln, ma'am is too much for me." She stepped closer to him as these words flowed from her mouth and he almost touched her soft flawless face. He had no idea what kind of magic  this woman possessed but he wanted to find out quickly and forcefully.  He tried to control his erection. "Okay, Tiara," he said with a slight smile."  "You can start on the walkaway out back and supplies are there as well ;there's also some lemonade" Kevin immediately grabbed Tiara's face and kissed her passionately. He was shocked when he felt her undoing his pants with perfectly manicured fingers. He put her gently on the ground and started making his way down her lucky charms with kisses.  He loved undoing her buttons to reveal her 36 C breasts and white thong panties. As he was about to take them off, a man's car with license plate Mr. Lincoln pulled up next to them. As Kevin and Tiara stood their shocked in silence, Kevin knew he wasn't going to let this woman go without a fight. He awaited while Mr. Lincoln got out of the car to meet his fate and this time he wasn't leaving solo.