THURSDAY TALES

His well tailored suit spoke to me in parables. His tie was neatly knotted, his hair neatly combed and his eyes left me craving for a touch. …the movement of his Adam’s apple was sensual, his lips beckoned me to come. He was the invited guest and the security was tighter than I expected, there was no way to heed the call.


He spoke about “development” but the only thing that developed in me was cravings… I wanted to be held by him…. I wanted him to whisper sweet nothings into my ear… I wanted him to tell me how beautiful I was. I wanted to feel his Adam’s apple……to kiss it. He couldn’t pronounce the letter ’R’ well…that made him hotter as I imagined him calling me “heartthrob” or better still “rose”

He was so tender with the mic. I imagined him holding my head that way ignoring the fact that my head is way bigger than 10mics put together…kissing my fake hair passionately… like they do in Hollywood movies. He was in his early thirties, way older than I was but I didn’t care…age shouldn’t be a barrier and even if it is...barriers could sure be broken. Just one meeting and I felt he’d be charmed by me, if not on the first meeting.. then a second meeting and a third….as long as it takes for my charm/juju to work. I wanted to be his…as he was mine in my mind.



Then I saw his other hand…and then his fingers...and his wedding band. A woman had dressed him that much so he could look good for me. Behind that hot man…there is a hotter woman… and probably hot kids who call him daddy...

I don’t want a daddy for a boo...