Roots of the Wicked

by Keta Kendric

he was the kind of good-looking that stopped a woman in her tracks, made married women stray, and turned single women into side-pieces.

If I was reading his body language correctly, he was ready to strip my ass down in the middle of this crowd and fuck the shit out of me.

An encyclopedia of descriptions wasn’t enough to define the magnetic depth of her.

As the small sliver of metal fell, and the two halves of her jumpsuit fell open,

What the hell? No jumpsuit opens in the back with a zipper. We would need help to use the toilet. Page 106

my dick stood stiff, threatening to rip out of my pants like Bruce Banner from his shirts.

Tense

Pushed