you.
JULIA: Perfect, because sex is practically the only thing I think about.
TYRONE: Me too!
JULIA: Right, but you're a guy.
TYRONE: Yeah, a guy who wants to ravage you.
TYRONE: Maybe we should meet for drinks next week?
JULIA: Believe me, I am tempted. I just want to get to know you a little more.
TYRONE: Ok, tell me: what’s your best feature?
JULIA: My lips.
I ran my tongue slowly across my lips as I imagined how they would feel engulfed around his big, black python.
TYRONE : I’d love to feel those sensuous lips on my cock. Shit, I’m so horny for you.
JULIA: I’ll try to be less sexy when we chat. ;)
TYRONE: No, don’t. I love everything you say. But I have to run now. Arty is waiting. Have a great day, gorgeous.
JULIA: Okay, have fun. TTYL.
I sat back in my chair and imagined what it would be like to be with another man. I hadn’t been with anyone else since I started dating Aaron six years ago. I closed my eyes and imagined Tyrone kissing me, his tongue tasting my lips, his hands caressing me. I thought about closing my door and taking care of myself, but I heard the pitter patter of Arielle’s feet.
“Mommy, we go to park now?”
I sighed. My needs would have to wait. I paused before I got up; huh, wasn’t that a mouthful. It seemed like my needs were always on the back burner. I didn’t mind giving up what I wanted for my daughter, but between taking care of Aaron and Arielle, my needs were rarely met. Funny, I bet that had never even occurred to Aaron.
Arielle and I had a lovely afternoon in the park. I packed her crackers and cheese, grapes, and a bag of pretzels. She was such a picky eater and barely liked anything. The funny thing was that I’d tried all the tactics promoted by the so-called experts, including not giving in unless she ate what was in front of her. She once went two whole days without eating. So either she was the most stubborn person I had ever met or she had an incredible foundation for standing her ground. She wants what she wants and won’t settle for anything else.
I wish I’d had her strength six years ago.
LIZ
The universe was trying to tell me something; that much was clear. Left and right, friends were telling me of their marital indiscretions. I’d tried warning them, but the high road I’d taken suddenly came to a fork. My ex-boyfriend, Nick, sent me a friendship request on Facebook. I really didn’t know if I wanted to see pictures of his wife and kids, or to be in touch with him at all. But ignoring his friend request would only let him know he could still get to me. So there was that.
Nicholas Riggins, my 199th friend on Facebook. Yay, me.
Just when I was about to call it a night and shut down my computer, the Facebook chat box dinged. I figured it was Maria, but then there he was. Nicholas Riggins, my first real love.
His profile picture was so him . He had on a sleeveless shirt that showed off his bulging biceps and was smiling from ear to ear. His chestnut-colored hair was still wavy, and his blue eyes were as bright as ever.
It was funny how different Nick and Braden looked. Nick’s hair was so dark it was almost black, while Braden was a to whead. Nick was tan and rugged, Braden sun-kissed and clean-shaven. The only similarity was that they each had sparkling blue eyes, but light eyes have always been a weakness of mine.
NICK: Hey, Liz, how are you?
LIZ: I’m good, how have you been?
NICK: Great, I have my own business. I’m married and my wife, Nicole, is pregnant with our first baby.
LIZ: Awesome, congrats! When is she due?
NICK : She just finished the first trimester, so we have another six months. Tell me what’s been going on with you.
LIZ: I’m married to Braden. We have one son and two daughters. I work as a copy editor at an advertising agency.
NICK: Sounds great.
LIZ: Listen, Nick, I hear my baby crying. I have to run. Nice catching up.
NICK: Oh, okay. You too. Hope we can chat again soon.
Alexa
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