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Taking Reading To Another Level |
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The Prologue “Here we go again. If you have something to say just say it. Stop beating around the bush!” Sheila demanded. “I’m not beating around the bush.” Malik said. “I just find it interesting that all of a sudden you’re interested in hanging out at the lake and shit like that. I thought you felt stuff like that was too snobbish?” “Malik it ain’t that serious. Why don’t you try exploring life outside of your normal routine?” “Sheila I’m cool with “exploring” life outside of my routine, but can you handle it?” “In the past I probably couldn’t have, but I’m starting to look at things differently. A little exploration might not be that bad,” Sheila said. Malik sat there with a stunned look on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was the closed minded woman who ordered the same meal at their favorite restaurant for two straight years. Now, she’s using the word “exploration” like she’s Christopher Columbus. Something was different about Sheila – he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Malik knew that there was really only one way to find out whether Darnell had got inside of Sheila’s head the way Stacy had got inside of his…he agreed to go to the lake with the Muldrue’s. The next two days were difficult for Malik. As much as he tried to hide his jealousy, he couldn’t help but look at Sheila a little different. Malik couldn’t prove that anything went on between Sheila and Darnell, but his instincts were telling him that something happened. He couldn’t think of any other reason why she would be so eager to “explore.” Malik had also been thinking a lot about his encounter with Stacy. She was by far and away the most attractive and sexiest woman he’d ever held in his arms. He could still feel her voluptuous breast pressing against his body. He wanted to have sex with Stacy so bad that he ignored the ramifications of Sheila sleeping with Darnell. Malik wondered how to bring up the topic of “swinging” with Sheila. This was the same woman who would get an attitude if she found out he’d watched a movie with more than one sex scene. Sheila was extremely self-conscious, and she repeatedly transferred her own image “issues” on to him. Talking her into group sex would be like trying to get a member of the Klu Klux Klan to share his lunch with a member of the Nation of Islam. After giving it a lot of thought, Malik decided that a subtle approach would be best. He purchased an adult magazine from the local convenience store, and later on that night, placed the magazine on the corner of the desk in his home office. He knew that Sheila would venture into his office at some point and see the magazine…his plan worked perfectly. “I see you’ve been doing some extra curricular reading,” Sheila said in a sarcastic tone, and then threw the magazine on the bed. “Well, a brotha gotta get his kicks some kind of way,” Malik replied in an equally sarcastic tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sheila asked with a stunned look on her face. “Here we go again,” Sheila replied as she rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. “If you wanted a bigger freak than maybe you should’ve married one of them damn hoochies in that magazine.” “It aint about wanting a hoochie from a magazine. It’s about wanting a little zest in our sex life. It’s about wanting something more than the same predictable sex we’ve been havin’.” “Predictable! Well tell me Mr. Adventurous – what do you want me to do more – suck ..." |
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