Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

A white wifebeater. Grey sweatpants. The official uniform of men who have every intention of ruining your life. And credit. And walls.

his satisfied grunt made me tingle in such a way that I knew it would take superhuman strength and willpower to keep me from sleeping with him tonight.

I admire people who work hard and bust their asses to rise to the top. I’ve always been content to reside in the middle. Maybe even top-adjacent. But I don’t need to lead and I don’t need to win. It’s just not how I’m built, I guess.”

I didn’t want them to hear me but the idea that they possibly could turned me on.

“I think I can speak for all of us when I say we like you. You’re dope as fuck. Smart. Sexy. Funny. So we’re not just trying to smash. We like spending time with you, too. You can get wined and dined and all that good shit but if you want your back blown out or your pussy ate, you can get that, too. It’s whatever you want. It’s all about you.”

“Most people say they’re monogamous. Again, because that’s what y’all were raised to believe. My generation was raised by the internet and each other. We believe nothing and everything at the same damn time.”

there’s no such thing as a hoe and women shouldn’t be afraid to express their desires,

Nevertheless, I persisted, because that’s what you do when you want the dick.

It was a plea, an affirmation, and a thank you all rolled into one.

You’re grown. They’re grown. It’s truly not my place to comment on it. And if you’re secure in it, you shouldn’t care what I think.”

black girls don’t get nearly as much leeway to be hoes.

Y’all need to let them freak flags fly. I love hoes.”

That’s what happens when you hide things. You always fear the person who might finally yank the covers off.