FACTS: Earlier the day I said to myself: "I want a Nubian Queen. I DESERVE a Nubian Queen." Was this "need" due to the sudden cold weather? Or is it some itch-cycle and maybe I'm gettin "mannish?" Not sure. But what I do know is that I've never been wrong, whether I like it or not; what I ask for, I get.
IT IS SAID: "ASK, AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE."
And so I did "manifest" this new thang. I won't say how we met, just that she was in my living room for some "business." I had been doing something else, but her energy encouraged me to sit down before her and we struck up some conversation. We were 6 feet apart, and she had on a mask. That is, she had on a mask until I asked her to remove the mask and show me her pretty face. And there was that whole "ask" again. It was at this point that I was reminded that so many of us are wearing the mask just because its "Rhythm Nation" and for no other reason. Why else would she remove it? Just because I asked? And that's a valid reason during these Covid years? Or maybe it's my "personal power."
I gave her my business card and asked her to stay in touch.
Minutes later I sent her a text and asked her to come back when she had the time.
Two hours later she returned and I escorted her to my bedroom.
We quickly lay adjacent to one another on my bed and things began to escalate. I took a few minutes to tell her about me and I asked her some questions as well.
There was a point when her eyes begin to tear. I was so touched and moved by her emotion that I gravitated towards a hug, or hugs... And that human interaction led to more human interaction. And as if I was 20 something again, I found myself in an entanglement. lmao. No, I'm not in any committed relationship (except with my business). Sure, I tried time and again over the past few years... one even lasted 2 years and promised me a future. But that fell apart quickly and a more recent one fell apart quicker than that. And just when I got to enjoying my personal space and privacy, here THIS Beauty comes.
A few things stand out for me during our few hours together:
- She kept warning me that things were getting "dangerous." But err, hmm... me and danger are besties. I shrugged it off, focused on something else, I suppose.
- She never stopped my advances; in fact, she actually pulled me in closer... deeper kisses. I didn't mind the slight weed on her tongue since this was already becoming something I'd rather not interrupt. Wasn't it Oliver Wendell Holmes who said "A Man's mind, once stretched by the scent of a woman, never regains its original dimensions." Maybe I'm paraphrasing or misquoting (heh heh)
- And yeah, there was this moment she was fully engaged... when I was fully engorged, and she let up and said "that's just a preview."
HOLY MOLY MOLLY!
I mean, for a time I was feeling like a celebrity once again; like the months when all the newspapers, TV & radio broadcasts spoke my name. The morning news, the New York Times, NPR...
Enjoying almost 3 hrs of pillow-talkin, kissin, playin with fire, learning one another’s bodies... and did I really have that infrequent tight grip on her neck?
... and damn the afterthoughts spinning in my head...
“wow it’s been a minute since I got this deep, this fast... Guess you still got it bro...You STUD!!!”
One instant she moaned ‘daddy... yes Daddy’ And I couldn't help but analyze: "I guess she's spot-on... so happens to be my absolute reality at the moment.”
And all this time I'm praying for "something real" to come into my life... perhaps the ex-wife, the ex-girlfriend or someone lurking in the midst of my social media. But instead that something real, or uhm, something really thrilling walks thru my door.
Sheesh... how fascinating it was to warm-up to “the business” without a whole lotta dating, texting or “qualifying.” I mean, was she the lucky one or was it me?
From my perspective, reading my own mind, It was just “she's on fire,” and “What a body.” But I couldn't help wondering how much like Billy Joel, Sean Connery & Kevin Costner am I really? I mean, I don't act, rap or sing for a living, but, well I am gifted??? So would the Universe approve of this for me as it has for them in the movies? In real life? And besides that 30yr age difference didn't seem to matter much to her, right?
I mean, don't blame me! KING SOLOMON & PLAYBOY MAGAZINE started this shit!
BANG BANG BANG...
Now my bed is lookin like scrambled eggs.
Every now and then Club Quarantine is echoing over my sound system "It's D-Nice, baby"
At about 3am I'm walking her to her troubled car, and I'm already mush, hands in my pockets, so relaxed and one with the full moon's glow. There's a sweet kiss and hug.
"Get home safe."
Now that we’ve gone all-the-way there, what’s next?”
Am I gonna get that fatal text message:
"Daddy, can I get $100?"
Or, "Hey Daddy, my car just broke down. Can you help me out?"
Damn. You can't win for losin out here, either way there's some expense involved.
Meanwhile I'm a little weak now. Wasn't pumped up with nutrition for that escapade and how fast it hit me. Then my inner voice again: “Old man you’d better getchoo some food, for you fall out“
And then it struck me that thing called SLEEP. And then I can dream, and I can imagine that this was all a dream. Or was it?