This is my response to “The Ride Home” that was written by a friend of mines. More to come!
She wakes up and immediately puts her hands up to her head. She slowly turns over and sees the two empty bottles of liquor on the floor. This explains the throbbing sensation that is going through her head. She sits up and lays back against her headboard. She surveys her room and grins. Just another night for her. She remembers going to the bar and being extremely disappointed. No eye candy what so ever. But then as a waiter approached her with a drink request, her luck changed. The striking man who sent the request had to be the sexiest man in the building. She ordered her drink and went over to him, making sure to show off her curve on her body. The first thing she noticed as she walked up was his aroma. The finest of colognes. Next, she noticed the Michael Kors watch, the expensive attire, and the stylish Js that he had on. Something about the shoes won her over. She could tell he was a businessman but the shoes hinted at a bit of edge that she liked. She was all in. Before any conversation, she knew he would be in her bed by the end of the night. And that’s exactly what happened. He followed her home, after a quick stop at the store, and they were each others pleasure for the night. She leaned her head back as she began to reminisce on last night. As she pulled her cover up over her naked body, she could smell him on the sheets. She blushed as she thought of the kisses, the massages, the tender way he caressed her body. He made her feel like he was in complete control and she was willing to let him be. But then, as she caught herself, she jerked up. What the hell was she doing? This man was not suppose to be on her mind the next morning. She was not suppose to be reminiscing on his sweet lips…his warm hands. No! She was suppose to be sobering up and getting ready to do this all over again tonight. This is what she did. She snapped back to reality and went to take a shower. She gathered her clothes and took them into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her caramel colored skin looked flawless against her dark mahogany colored curls that were tossed over her face. She was a beautiful woman, a bad chick if you will. She didn’t daydream abou t men. No. This was not her. She was every man’s desire and she only wanted to be that. No love, no feelings. This was her type of morning after.