Obviously, we would end up in bed. As much as I want to end up with him between my legs, I can’t take that risk in his house!
As we were leaving, I glanced at the dance floor and saw Michael dancing with his wife. They were so lovely moving gracefully across the floor. Everyone watched as he dipped, picked her back up and laid a kiss on her lips. It was so beautiful. So beautiful in fact I thought I was going to be sick.
Michael
Roses.
The smell of roses filled the kitchen with a sweet scent. The scent was a change from the breakfast we were eating.
Roses.
Maria always liked fresh flowers. Every morning she requested a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table and everyday a different set.
It was always Mondays tulips, Tuesday chrysanthemums, Wednesday violets, Thursday sunflowers, Friday daisies, and Saturday jonquils.
Today was roses.
Maxine smelled like roses.
She smelled so fresh and sweet. When I held her body close to mine all I could smell was the scent of roses as if her body was covered in the soft velvet petals. I stared at the flowers thinking about how incredible it felt to touch, to kiss and to smell her.
It was extremely strange to me. I have never been very attracted to black women. They were never my type. Yet this one has me wishing I hadn’t waited so long to get one in my bed. I was fixated with her smooth chocolate skin and big brown eyes.
She looked stunning last night. The dark fabric blended nicely against her ebony skin. I couldn’t get the hour we spent at the wedding rehearsal out of my head. How it felt to touch her and make love to her. I am not sure what drew me to her. The passion, the exhilaration that I felt was electrifying.
I’m obsessed.
I was lost in related thoughts at breakfast until I was brought out of my stupor by Maria’s voice.
“Michael!”
I shook the cobwebs out of my head and looked into her face.
“Are you listening to me?” She said taking a forkful of eggs into her mouth.
“Yes, I’m listening.” I lied taking a sip of my orange juice.
“Michael, what’s wrong?” She asked calmly. “You seem all-flushed.”
The concern on her face was evident, but there was no way of explaining to her what got me so hot and bothered.
“Nothing. Just a long night.” I said focusing now, trying hard to seem as normal as I could manage. I continued to eat my breakfast.
Maria smiled.
“It was a long night. It was a long and magnificent night. I find it so hard to believe that our little bambino is all grown up and married!” She exclaimed with a happiness I have not seen in her eyes in ages.
“Our little bambino is a grown man starting a family of his own.” I said trying hard not to look at the flowers on the table.
“Shannon thought the reception was absolutely stunning, but she sure can get under my skin sometimes.” She said smugly.
“I thought she was one of your best friends.” I remarked not really interested in the conversation.
“She is, but she just kept saying: ‘I don’t know how you pulled this off Maria, such a beautiful wedding.’ The nerve!” She fumed popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth.
The juice from the fruit rolled down her chin. It amazed me to see it. Prim and proper Maria a little not so prim and proper. In an instant, she wiped the juice from her chin with her napkin.
It was good while it lasted.
“So, Selena and I are going shopping this morning in about an hour. I need a new autumn wardrobe.”
“It is summer, dear,” I said.
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
She gives me a look of surprise and begins to tell me how you must buy fall clothes in the summer and spring clothes in the winter. Then she jumped to another topic and another topic. My head was spinning.
It was hard to concentrate on what she
As we were leaving, I glanced at the dance floor and saw Michael dancing with his wife. They were so lovely moving gracefully across the floor. Everyone watched as he dipped, picked her back up and laid a kiss on her lips. It was so beautiful. So beautiful in fact I thought I was going to be sick.
Michael
Roses.
The smell of roses filled the kitchen with a sweet scent. The scent was a change from the breakfast we were eating.
Roses.
Maria always liked fresh flowers. Every morning she requested a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table and everyday a different set.
It was always Mondays tulips, Tuesday chrysanthemums, Wednesday violets, Thursday sunflowers, Friday daisies, and Saturday jonquils.
Today was roses.
Maxine smelled like roses.
She smelled so fresh and sweet. When I held her body close to mine all I could smell was the scent of roses as if her body was covered in the soft velvet petals. I stared at the flowers thinking about how incredible it felt to touch, to kiss and to smell her.
It was extremely strange to me. I have never been very attracted to black women. They were never my type. Yet this one has me wishing I hadn’t waited so long to get one in my bed. I was fixated with her smooth chocolate skin and big brown eyes.
She looked stunning last night. The dark fabric blended nicely against her ebony skin. I couldn’t get the hour we spent at the wedding rehearsal out of my head. How it felt to touch her and make love to her. I am not sure what drew me to her. The passion, the exhilaration that I felt was electrifying.
I’m obsessed.
I was lost in related thoughts at breakfast until I was brought out of my stupor by Maria’s voice.
“Michael!”
I shook the cobwebs out of my head and looked into her face.
“Are you listening to me?” She said taking a forkful of eggs into her mouth.
“Yes, I’m listening.” I lied taking a sip of my orange juice.
“Michael, what’s wrong?” She asked calmly. “You seem all-flushed.”
The concern on her face was evident, but there was no way of explaining to her what got me so hot and bothered.
“Nothing. Just a long night.” I said focusing now, trying hard to seem as normal as I could manage. I continued to eat my breakfast.
Maria smiled.
“It was a long night. It was a long and magnificent night. I find it so hard to believe that our little bambino is all grown up and married!” She exclaimed with a happiness I have not seen in her eyes in ages.
“Our little bambino is a grown man starting a family of his own.” I said trying hard not to look at the flowers on the table.
“Shannon thought the reception was absolutely stunning, but she sure can get under my skin sometimes.” She said smugly.
“I thought she was one of your best friends.” I remarked not really interested in the conversation.
“She is, but she just kept saying: ‘I don’t know how you pulled this off Maria, such a beautiful wedding.’ The nerve!” She fumed popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth.
The juice from the fruit rolled down her chin. It amazed me to see it. Prim and proper Maria a little not so prim and proper. In an instant, she wiped the juice from her chin with her napkin.
It was good while it lasted.
“So, Selena and I are going shopping this morning in about an hour. I need a new autumn wardrobe.”
“It is summer, dear,” I said.
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
She gives me a look of surprise and begins to tell me how you must buy fall clothes in the summer and spring clothes in the winter. Then she jumped to another topic and another topic. My head was spinning.
It was hard to concentrate on what she
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