A Beautiful Night With Bree — I awakened to the sounds of an R&B crooner, all alone in the large open 2 story family room. I feel chilly, the warm Bree that keeps me insulated. Gone without a trace. As I shake off the cobwebs and get my bearings, I smell something delicious coming from the…

My Girlfriends Boss’s Boss — How do I get myself in these situations? I love Kassi, my Ethiopian Empress. She is the store manager at the Annapolis, Maryland Victoria Secret. My Love is away for the weekend, visiting her brother in Manassas, a Washington DC suburb. “Sweetheart, relax. I will be out shortly.” She said. …

Our First Time — “Hey there, my Romeo. What do you have in your hand?” “Gifts for my birthday girl.” “Aww thank you.” She gives a peck on my cheek. “I have a surprise.” She takes my hand. I follow her to the back of her granny’s farmhouse through a narrow path. …

MY ONLY RULE: DON’T GET CAUGHT — My friend Taylor is hanging out at our team’s apartment. She motions me into the living room. “Someone has a huge crush on you,” she said. I’m no scrub, been through my share of coeds, but the way her voice inflected, assured me, this wasn’t a typical schoolgirl crush. …

A Day In Life… — The U.S. Bureau of Justice Statistics defines a spree killing as “killings at two or more locations with almost no time break between murders”. After spending seven days on a west coast road trip with the team, I am ready to kill some pussy. Normally, I would sneak out after…

She Checks All The Boxes — The ladies arrived just after my cousin and I finished a 40 oz Malt Liquor Bull (a favorite beverage of my Ledbetter homies.) Linda and Courtney look like college coeds. They both possessed long dancer legs, blond locks, and baby blue eyes. Their presence illuminates the dark driveway. Linda greets…

Staring into the baby blues of a goddess — I’m staring into the baby blue eyes of a goddess; my dinner date, Courtney. We are at Mr. Ghetti’s, an Italian restaurant in Spartanburg, SC. We can do what isn’t possible for us in our hometown, have dinner in a public setting. Courtney’s parents couldn’t phantom the idea of their…

Her Voice Is My Weakness — I pour two glasses of Korbel champagne, entering the darkened room illuminated with strategically placed candles. Billie Eilish serenades, my Love’s favorite artist. A lit incense of vanilla fills the air. Some type of debris covers the bed. “Baby, I’m scared,” I say, playing to her dominant persona. “Sit on…

Her Touch Softer Your Kisses Sweeter — I’m crossing campus after a late Study Hall session. I spy a familiar figure sitting on one of the picnic tables used for outside dining. It is Simone, one of our gorgeous Tiger Belles. I take my headphones down and press Stop. At first blush, I think she is a…