The Gifted: A Short Treat

by Grey Huffington

I admired the fact that she remained an individual even after finding her forever partner.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job as a Marketing Executive, but around the holidays I loved my home more.

There was something about a well put together black man that made my heart swell inside out. The world wanted them to be everything but what they really were, resilient and strong.

“I’ve got that, too,” he responded with a straight face, “Only if you weren’t bluffing about that, too.” “Kaizer, I don’t bluff.” “Then why are your shorts still hugging your pussy and your shirt is still covering your breast?” he questioned, our eyes never leaving one another’s.

“You’ve been saying what you’ll do to this motherfucker for months. He’s right here and you look like you’re ready to run the other way.”

“Because I’ve been hoping you’d leave the firm and freelance for some time now, but you’re dragging your feet. I’ve been patient, but that little stunt you pulled in the elevator was the excuse I needed to put my desires to rest. Now, I’m done talking.”