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I Am a Sex Worker Chapter 2
Thomas finally arrived. He was one of my favorites. He was a tall and light skin. Thomas was an older gentleman with long wavy hair. He gave very much older, mature debonair.
I Am a Sex Worker Chapter 1
Prostitution. The oldest profession in the book. Over time, the name, description, and acceptance has changed. It was called hooking. It was called hoeing, tricking, and whoring. I, low key, prefer the term, ethical hoe.
In the Garden of Loneliness
It´s a Monday night and I am here alone. I am sitting in my bed listening to Lloyd as he croons ¨Slow wine, Bassline.¨ So many thoughts are in my head till it isn´t funny.
A Love of My Own
Where do I begin? How shall I begin? It is 4:24 am and I'm up listening to Eric Benet's "A Love of My Own." This has been one of my favorite songs at this current time. It deals with love coming, going, and the search for a love of my own.
UnWanted Chapter 6
The next morning I woke up at my house still basking in the glow of the open mic night. Sharla drove me home and she ended up spending the night. I could hear her in my kitchen cooking brunch. The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes enveloped my home with love and peace.
Sun Kissed On A Work Day
The work day is always unique for me. I try to find some type of way to embrace the sunshine in that day. On this particular day the sun was shining bright. The warmth of the sun kissed my melanin in a way that sowed joy into my soul's field.
Naked in Fall
If you are reading this then you know that I am a naturist. A naturist is someone who participates in naturism, which is a clothes-free lifestyle. Naturism has nothing to do with sexual prowess or voyeurism. It involves doing ordinary things in the buff.
UnWanted (Chapter 5)
I walked up the stairs to the stage. I grabbed the microphone under the bright stage lights. I could feel the warmth of the lights on my skin. I could feel the attention in the room as the crowd cheered.