Short Fiction: Free At Last


ran a hot bath and prepared to go on a trip.

I’ve been preparing to take this trip for quite some time now. It’s long overdue for me to finally leave here. After I graduated high school, my goals in life were to find a good man who would love me, grow with me, and protect me.

My biological sperm donor walked out on my sixteen year old mother soon after she gave birth to me. My mother decided she wasn’t cut out for being a parent either, so one night she dropped me off at my widowed Grandma Rose’s house, and never returned.

My grandmother raised me as best she could. She instilled in me morals, respect, and to never find myself in a position where I had to depend on anyone.

I love Grandma Rose to death, but what was always missing in my life was a man- a father, provider, and protector. For as long as I can remember, I’ve searched for the love and guidance I never got from a father in the men I dated. I wanted a man to wrap his arms around me, tell me I was special, tell me I was beautiful…that he would never leave me and would always be there to protect me from what this big, scary world has to offer.

Jamison was all of these things.

I worked to put myself through college. I lived at home with my grandmother while I worked part-time as a waitress at a soul-food restaurant. I was the first person in our family to go to college, and I was determined to make grandma proud of me by earning a college degree.

It was a Friday when I met Jamison at the restaurant. I’d walked up to his table and asked what he would like. His seductive eyes scanned my body up and down as he said, “What I want ain’t on the menu.” That made me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. “You sure are a beautiful woman; may I take you out sometime, Mona?” he asked, reading my name tag.

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White Privilege Strikes Again


From the moment news stories began circulating about Ryan Lochte and his teammates being robbed in Rio, I gave a huge side-eye to the story. Not because its not plausible that four white men could be robbed at gunpoint while in a foreign country, but because the story just didn’t make a lot of sense from the get go. Ryan’s account was that he and his teammates were pulled over by men posing as police officers who pulled them over and demanded their belongings. While his teammates did as told, Billy Badass Ryan claims that he boldly told the robbers, “He refused to get down on the ground,” and when the robber put a gun to his head, he claims he scoffed, “Whatever!” before doing as he was told. It was at that moment that I called b.s. Four American athletes in a country known for having a high crime rate, and he wanted to be a hero? They don’t care about him being a so-called celebrity in Rio; real criminals wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet in his brain.

Days later, it has come to light that just as I suspected, Ryan and his teammates were telling a bold-faced lie about the robbery in an attempt to cover up the fact that they trashed a gas station. They paid for the damage they’d done and then came up with the story that they were the victims of a robbery. Of course, they obviously didn’t think this through, because those things called security cameras captured them at the airport with all of their belongings that, had they really been robbed, would have been taken. The IOC wasn’t buying this story either, and promptly began investigating. Ryan and friends, obviously realizing that their lies were about to catch up to them, quickly tried to flee back to the U.S. Ryan- who I feel was the ring leader of the whole thing- managed to hop on a plane and fly away to the safety of America, while his teammates were caught and held in Rio, where they eventually confessed to lying about the robbery story.

What makes me feel that Ryan- with his arrogant, cheesy grin, his shifty eyes, and his platinum silver/gray dyed hair was the orchestrator in all of this? First, he’s back home, tweeting about his hair, while his buddies are over in Rio, facing the music for what they did.

He doesn’t seem too worried or shaken up about being robbed. He had all of white America feeling sorry and ready to form a lynch mob and fly over to Rio and make whoever hurt these golden boys pay, even though the IOC initially didn’t seem to be buying the robbery story themselves. What really pisses me off about this whole situation is this. E-bigots, social media bullies, and sadly, some Black folks, have dragged Gabby Douglas ever since the Olympics began. They built her up four years ago, but have stopped at nothing to tear her down in Rio, bullying her about everything from not placing her hand over her heart while the National Anthem played during the medal ceremony, to her hair, to not being happy and smiling for her teammates. They brought that poor girl to tears, even after she apologized for whatever she’d done to offend so many people. However, these same people immediately felt sorry for Lochte and the other swimmers, sympathizing with these poor, defenseless, white boys who couldn’t defend themselves. And even after it’s been discovered that they all cried wolf, white America and even the IOC still wants to see them as the innocent victims. The IOC had this to say after it was discovered that the swimmers had fabricated the story:


See, I have a real problem with this. First of all, 32 year old Ryan is referred to as a kid just having fun. Funny thing is, Trayvon Martin was 17, yet constantly referred to as a man. Mike Brown was 18, yet he was a man. Tamir Rice was a 12 year old kid when he was shot and killed by a police officer, yet he was called a man. But Lochte, at 32, is just a kid. This is that white privilege b.s that irks my soul. There’s an obvious double standard being presented here- this group of grown white men were kids who didn’t know that fabricating a robbery story that was likely to be believed since they were in another country known for having a high rate of crime was wrong, yet these Black kids, whose lives were cut short by thugs with guns and badges, should have known better. I’m willing to bet that the U.S. won’t send it’s golden boy back over to Rio to have to be held accountable for his actions along with the rest of the swimmers. No, people on social media have already gone to Ryan’s defense, claiming that he was right to come home to safety from that God-awful diseased, crime-infested country. Conservatives have even claimed that the three remaining swimmers were somehow coerced by Brazilian officials to say that they trashed the gas station, but feel that they’re really innocent in all of this as well.

I wonder, would the same benefit of the doubt be given if the tables were turned and it was members of the U.S. basketball team that did something like this? I seriously doubt it. I’m telling you, white skin and blonde hair dyed gray can get you out of the messiest situations. While Gabby Douglas is still trying to lick the wounds inflicted on her by her own country, Lochte has moved on to trying to decide what his next hair color will be. I said from the beginning, Lochte is green with envy over the fact that Michael Phelps once again, took the spotlight during the Olympic games. He was racking up gold and silver medals white Ryan sat, unnoticed on the sidelines. He needed to get the media to pay him some attention and what better way to do that than to paint himself as both a victim of robbery and then a hero, for standing up to the nonexistent robbers. He is the worst kind of human being. His narcissism and arrogance will make him stoop to the lowest levels to ensure that he comes out on top. It’s a good thing the Olympic games are almost over, because I can honestly see him pulling some Tonya Harding type of hood stunt to knock Phelps out of the way so that he could shine. But, I digress. America loves him anyway. He can do no wrong in their eyes.

The fact that Lochte could lie with a straight face to Matt Lauer when he gave his account of the false robbery story when he appeared on the Today Show, proves what a total psycho he really is. He and the other swimmers are an embarrassment to America. Their medals should be stripped away from them and they should be forced to pick up trash off the highways like prisoners or spend a day in prison like the kids on Beyond Scared Straight or something. Make them realize that it’s not cool to go around lying all willy nilly just to take the heat off of their own wrong doing. But we all know that absolutely nothing will happen to any of them. Their skin color makes them immune to facing punishment for their actions. Lochte got what he wanted though- he got the media to focus on him and not on Michael Phelps for a little while, although if I were him, this is not the kind of publicity I would want. He is sure to be the laughing stock of the media and the rest of the world for quite a while.


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Elementary school teacher, Summer Wallace, has been looking forward to summertime…her favorite time of the year. Not only does she get a break from her sometimes unruly students, she’s looking forward to letting her hair down when she and her best friend and cousin, Dionne take their annual summer trip, this year to sizzling Miami- the fun in the sun capital of the world. However, Summer’s excitement is short-lived after her boyfriend suddenly dumps her. Humiliated after she catches him with another woman, she contemplates skipping the trip to Miami in favor or staying home to drown her sorrows in ice cream and romance novels, but Dionne, is not even trying to hear that, so she packs her bags and heads to The Magic City. What promises to be her most depressing summer vacation ever takes an interesting turn after she visit’s the hotel spa and is given a nearly orgasmic rub-down by smooth-talking massage therapist, Mekhi, who is the epitome of dark chocolate sexiness. Mekhi definitely relieves Summer of her of built up tension and stress as an immediate, undeniable sexual chemistry permeates the air in the room around them. Will Summer give in to her desires and do something unpredictable for once in her life…like engage in a fling on the rebound with this sexy stranger?

Sample Sunday- Massage Therapy


**unedited excerpt from Red Hot Rebound..COMING SOON**

Summer and Dionne were spending the week at The Harrington Oceanside Hotel & Spa, a contemporary, luxury boutique hotel which offered the absolute best accommodations money could by. The 39-story private hotel boasted they have the best view of the Miami skyline and it was located only minutes from the Port of Miami. If guests didn’t want to leave the hotel, the state of the art bedrooms with floor to ceiling windows, full service spa, bowling and billiard rooms, media room, and many dining options provided plenty of indoor entertainment.

“I’m having fun by relaxing in the room watching this big screen tv and ordering complimentary room service.”

“Nope, you’re not. Get up, get dressed. We’re going to go down to ThreeFortyFive restaurant and have brunch before we head to the beach.”

“I’m not hungry; you go ahead. I just want to sleep,” Summer said with a sullen expression on her face. Damn, I wish she’d leave me the hell alone.

“You slept on the plane, you slept most of the day yesterday, and you can sleep when you’re dead. Now, get up and I refuse to take no for an answer. The way you’re moping around here, I’m almost embarrassed to call you my cousin. And have you even bathed since we’ve been here, because you kind of smell. I know you just got dumped, but you won’t find another man walking around here with a funky coochie. Please get up and go wash your ass, girl.”

“Oh, alright. I’ll get up. Lord knows I don’t want to embarrass the almighty Dionne. And I don’t even smell that bad,” Summer said, taking a whiff of her underarms to be sure. “Okay, so I forgot to put on deodorant,” she said wrinkling her nose as a faint onion-like smell wafted from her armpits. “But I’m not hungry and I do need to take a shower, so I’ll just catch up with you later.”

“Fine, but I want you to get out of this room and go enjoy yourself today, even if you just go sunbathe on the beach. As a matter of fact…,” Dionne said while digging through her Gucci Soho leather shoulder bag- compliments of Marcus’ credit card- looking for a business card. She used her cell phone to call down to the hotel spa and make an appointment for Summer to get pampered.

“It’s all arranged; you need to be at the spa at 11:30 on the dot, my treat. I put it on my credit card, so all you have to do is show up. And let me tell you, Mekhi- the masseuse I arranged for you to see- girrllll, that man is so good with his hands, you’ll definitely need to take an extra pair of panties with you, if you know what I mean,” she promised with a wink.

“Okay, okay…I’ll go get the massage and then I’ll meet you down at the beach later. Will that get you off my ass?” Summer snapped.

“Perfect. I’ll see you later.”

Dionne exited the room and while Summer wanted to lie back down, she really could use a massage. She grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand and tapped the screen. The L.E.D. notification was blinking, letting her know she had missed messages…but none of them were from Justin. She rolled her eyes and placed the phone back down on the stand, then got out of the bed. Dionne would kill her if she didn’t go get the massage she’d so graciously paid for.

After a quick shower, she packed her beach bag so she wouldn’t have to come back to the room, then headed down to find the spa, which was on the twentieth floor of the hotel. She sat in the waiting area and admired the beautiful space while she waited for her name to be called.

About ten minutes later, a man who can only be described as looking like a younger version of Morris Chestnut, called her to the back. He was wearing the spa uniform- a white polo shirt and white pants- which fit snugly on his butt, bringing attention to it’s perfect proportion.

“Lord, forgive me for these nasty thoughts I’m having right now,” Summer whispered to herself under her breath. In spite of the silent prayer she’d just said, she couldn’t take her eyes off of this man’s ass.

“I’m Mekhi, and I’ll be servicing you today,” he said, stopping suddenly, which caused Summer to walk into him. He smiled, revealing thirty-two perfect, white teeth.

Embarrassed, Summer simply nodded and smiled as he held his hand out, gesturing for her to step into the private room where she’d be getting her massage. She’d been two seconds from grabbing his ass when he turned around. The treatment room was dimly lit but very inviting, with it’s beautiful floral arrangement and a water fountain, which was in the corner of the room. The sounds of the flowing water was both calming and beautiful. The massage table was almost as big as a twin-size bed.

“I’ll leave you alone to get undressed. Would you like something to drink, water or wine, perhaps?” Mekhi asked.

“It’s a little early for wine, but a bottle of water would be fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”

After Mekhi closed the door, Summer stripped down to her underwear. She removed her bra, but left her panties on. Surely, she wouldn’t need to take them off just to get a massage. Fine as that masseuse is though, if he wants to ‘massage’ my kitty, I’d probably hop right out of these bad boys real quick, she thought. After she put on the complimentary plush white bath robe, she climbed up to sit on the massage table and waited for Mekhi to return.

A few minutes later, he re-entered the room and handed her a bottle of water. Summer couldn’t help but allow her eyes to travel the length of his body. Even in his uniform, it was obvious he worked out a lot. His biceps bulged from underneath the sleeves of his polo shirt and she’d already practically drooled over his butt earlier.

“Are you read to begin?” Mekhi asked, squirting some lotion onto his hands.

Summer couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were as he rubbed them together. “Uh huh,” she said as she took a sip of the water and squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to stop the vibration sensation in them. Maybe this massage was a bad idea. She hadn’t expected to have this kind of reaction to a random hotel employee.

“Okay, then; go ahead and remove your robe and lie down on your stomach and we‘ll get started,” Mekhi told her. He turned his back to her and gathered all the oils he’d be using while she un-robed and laid on her stomach. She pulled a towel over her backside as she got comfortable on the table.

Mehki began the full body massage ritual by starting at her feet, focusing on pressure points as he rubbed them. Next, he glided his hand up to her calves, deeply massaging first one and then the other, before he moved his hangs higher, to rub the backs of her thighs. Summer bit her lip in an attempt to stifle the moan that took form in her throat and threatened to escape her mouth when Mekhi’s large hands squeezed her ass as he slowly and thoroughly massaged her body, and her breath caught in her throat when his fingers nearly touched the forbidden spot between her thighs as he continued his treatment. Summer simply closed her eyes and tried to block out the dirty thoughts that crept into her head as Mekhi relieved her of pain and stress. Damn, if only he’d move his hand a little to the left.

“So, are you from around here?” Mekhi asked as he worked.

“No, I’m visiting with my best friend, Dionne for summer vacation,” Summer responded.

“Cool. You enjoying it here so far?”

“I guess.”

“You guess? Miami is one of the most beautiful vacation destinations in the world, and you have to guess?”

“I’ve only been here two days, and I have mostly stayed in my room.”

“Jetlag had you tired?”

“Not really….I just didn’t feel like getting out of bed. I honestly didn’t even want to come on the trip, but Dionne would have never let me hear the end of it if I hadn’t come.”

“Why didn’t you want to come, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Summer shrugged as Mekhi rubbed her shoulders. “I just…have a lot going on right now that’s keeping me from enjoying myself.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Man problems, let’s just leave it at that.”

“Ah, I see,” Mekhi said, she his hands dropped back to Summer’s butt and he squeezed her plump cheeks again, which caused Summer to twitch. She held her breath as his fingers glided up and down the inside of her thighs again, the tips of his fingers barely grazing her Georgia peach.

This feels so inappropriate…yet so good at the same time, Summer thought to herself.

“Can you turn over onto your back now?” Mekhi’s deep voice said, breaking her thoughts.

Summer turned over and looked up at Mekhi, who stared down at her with unmistakable lust in his eyes for a brief moment before he began his work. Just as before, Mekhi began at her feet and worked his way up. Even though Mekhi made sure not to touch any of the forbidden areas, he’d let his fingers glide dangerously close before he’d move to another spot.

“Does this feel good to you?” Mekhi asked as he looked down into Summer’s big, brown eyes while he rubbed the inside of her thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure to them to cause her thighs to tingle in reaction to his touch.

“Yes.” Summer’s voice was barely a whisper and her eyelids fluttered rapidly. She bit her lip and groaned when Mekhi’s fingers repeatedly grazed the inside edge of her underwear and she was sure he was going to touch her there. To her disappointment, he remained professional and never did.

Mekhi grasped Summer’s forearm and lightly massaged it, all the way down to fingertips. “Did you know that the wrist has direct access to one of a woman’s erogenous zones?”

Summer shook her head no. “What are erogenous zones? And no, I didn’t know that.”

Mekhi turned her arm so that her palm was facing upward and slid his fingers along the crease inside her wrist and rubbed it, applying slight pressure to the spot right underneath her palm. He gently pressed the spot with his thumb, which caused Summer to flinch a little. “Erogenous zones are sexual pressure points, basically.” He pressed the spot again as he looked down at Summer’s face to gauge her reaction.

“What was that?” she asked. Whatever Mekhi had just did, it immediately awaked all of her sexual senses and sent a tingling jolt of energy throughout her entire body.

“That was me finding one of your g-spots,” he answered as he moved to the other arm and began the same ritual.

“Wow, who knew the wrist could be so exciting?” Summer said nervously. She was still trying to recover from whatever Mekhi had done a few seconds ago when he’d pressed that spot on her wrist.

“So, man problems, huh? What happened, you guys broke up?” Mekhi asked after a few moments of silence.

The thought of Justin and his betrayal put a bitter taste in her mouth and she scowled as she recalled catching him at the mall with another woman.

“That bad, huh? Wanna talk about it?”

“He told me that he thought we were moving too fast, then the next day I saw him at the mall kissing another woman.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry,” Mekhi said sympathetically.

“I am too. It hurts a lot because I thought he was the one. But at least now I know the truth,” Summer said, unable to hide the sadness in her voice.

“I don’t know anything about you, but I know you’re a beautiful woman and your boyfriend sounds like a jerk. Trust me, he’ll regret his decision, watch and see.”

Mekhi’s words were meant to make her feel better, but Summer’s wound was still fresh and it was too early to be optimistic about the future.

“Well, we’re done. Would you like to take a shower? If so, I’ll escort you to the locker rooms.”

“Has it been an hour already?”

“Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself,” Mekhi told her as he gathered his oils and put them away.

“I guess so,” Summer mumbled. If she wasn’t ashamed, she’d pay for another massage, but the pamphlet she’d read in the waiting area stated everything had to be done by appointments only.

Mekhi offered her his hand to help her down off the table, which she accepted. “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your trip. Try to have some fun while you’re here. It would be a shame to come all this way and let your ex keep you from having fun, because I’m sure he’s having his fun.”

“Thanks,” Summer snapped, annoyed at Mekhi’s statement.

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” he tried to explain.

“It’s okay. You’re probably right- while I’m spending all my time thinking about him, he’s probably not thinking about me at all.”

“He’d be a fool not to be thinking about you,” Mekhi told her, licking his lips while he let his eyes travel up and down her body. It dawned on her that she hadn’t put the bathrobe back on, and her breasts were on full display.

“I hope you will accept my apology because what I’m thinking right now is extremely unprofessional and I’m trying not to step out of line, so you’d better hurry up and put that robe on now before my thoughts become actions,” Mekhi said.

“What are you thinking because I just might be thinking the same thing?” Summer asked, looking up at him from under her arched eyebrows mischievously. I can’t believe I’m standing here boldly flirting with a man I just met, but what the hell.


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