Ryan Henderson
Bio
Trying to come out of my safe bubble and see what people think!
Stories (3/0)
Shadows
I must admit I got lucky with this hotel room. The view alone was worth the price. I told you I would make it up to you since our last getaway was cancelled...stupid marriage. But you accepted the way the things are. You know I can't leave her until things were better...AKA our kid was 18. But, here we are. It's been 3 months since you made my soul leave my body. Doing things that the other half wouldn't even THINK of doing. I'm glad we met during my last business trip. And I'm glad that work keeps me "busy". I'll admit, it's getting harder to escape these days. Luckily she doesn't ask much. My guess is as long as the money keeps rolling in and her wine cabinet stays full. I don't know and to be honest, I don't care. All I know is for the next 12 hours my dreams will be fulfilled.
By Ryan Henderson2 years ago in Filthy
Identity Crisis
Dig if you will. 1988. A young, confused, Black boy. Grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood. Only music he knew was Heavy Metal and some Pop songs but not much R&B or rap. Only shows he watched were the shows with a mainly white cast....except the Huxtables. He did this because all the Black kids made fun of him because he "talked white". He had a "white name". Because his clothes fit right on him. He was super skinny but had a huge head and a "bubble butt". Because he played baseball and not football or basketball. He was always scared to talk to the Black kids because of how he talked. Also, he had a stutter so that made the jokes that much more harsher.
By Ryan Henderson3 years ago in Confessions
The Moment
Well...This is it. This is when you and I will decide if everything was worth it. The months of talking, texting, flirting. Little random pictures we would send each other. We never really talked about it. But we both knew if we ever had a moment, we were going to take that step. In the back of my mind, I always wondered if I would be good enough for you. From a friendship level, we always clicked. We could laugh at just about everything. But I had a fear that I couldn't please you like you deserved to be pleased. Part of me was actually afraid to go to that next level. But I'm a man. Only one way to find out.
By Ryan Henderson4 years ago in Filthy