I Got Shot Down.

  Note:  The following is NOT a personal account.  I just had to specify this ’cause shit like this does NOT happen to me.             Whatever the female eqivalent of “blue balls” is, I had it last night. Let me give you some background: Man in question is 8 years … More I Got Shot Down.

My Cuban Lover.

Because I’m a woman who strongly believes that “word is bond” and because I feel like shit and reminiscing about him will warm my heart, among other things Ima go ahead and blog about my Cuban Vacation Lover like I promised. So four whole days went by with no sign of Raul. I laid on … More My Cuban Lover.

Dear Lover….

I drove straight past your exit last night. I thought of texting you but…. ……he was waiting. And I couldn’t keep him waiting. My lips are raw from his kissing. I know. I know, I know, I know he’s bad news baby! I know he is. But it’s part of the intrigue, part of the … More Dear Lover….

Your Boy Is Mine.

Yes.  Your boy.  I say “boy” because he’s 12 years my junior.  I know right?  Damn.  But he’s perfect for you ’cause…..well…. …..’cause you’re still a girl. But I don’t want your boy.  I never wanted him.  Except for the nights he helped me wet my sheets.  Those late night trysts, when I’d leave the … More Your Boy Is Mine.