Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Jacinto. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.
On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time. Continue reading
It was a drizzly Sunday morning and I finally had the house to myself.
Niki’s stunning green eyes were glued to the hallway mirror as she applied her rich red lipstick. I cleared my throat.
“What time are you back, my queen?” I asked with a high-pitch stammer.
She circled the small tube around her mouth before pursing her lips, and I wondered whether she’d even heard me. Twisting the lipstick closed, she popped it into her handbag.
“No idea,” she responded without turning her head, and retrieved a mascara from the handbag.
Her dress was the deepest purple and hugged her voluptuous figure. Her wide, round behind looked irresistible under the expensive fabric, and I pictured myself sliding my hands around the curves of her waist and kissing her neck.
“Are you eating out for lunch?” I squeaked, cowering behind the frame of the living-room door.
She made her way in my direction and my heart jumped as I dared to hope for a goodbye kiss. Instead she snatched the keys to her pink SUV from the end-table next to me and walked on by.
“I love you, my queen!” I cried, but the door had already slammed shut behind her.
I teetered on the edge of the sofa and switched on the TV. The roar of Niki’s SUV resonated throughout our peaceful suburban street, and with one eye I followed her as she backed out of the driveway. My heart was pounding. The moment her rear bumper was out of view, I leaped up and rushed upstairs to our bedroom.
Harsh sunlight burned in through the windows. I crept over to the curtains and drew them shut, enveloping myself in thick darkness. My pulse cracked in my temple. After taking a deep breath, I made my way over to Niki’s walk-in closet. I nudged the door open and felt along the wall for the switch. The room exploded with light and I slipped inside.
Designer dresses hung proudly along both sides while endless pairs of shoes, still housed in their boxes, waited bored on shelves. With my ears pricked, I tiptoed toward a brown woven basket at the far end and peered inside. Continue reading