Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

I leaned in closer and lowered my voice. “Well, just between me and you, I blame hip hop.” “Seriously?” “No, seriously, I blame Diddy for a lot of it but generally speaking, hip hop. And don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan but it’s like you said. Once the two genres started marrying, R&B started assimilating and it was all she wrote.”

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Vocab

ennui.

rudderless

“No comparing notes about me or telling the others something I say to you in private. I mean, if y’all wanna talk about how generally amazing I am, fine. But I don’t want y’all sharing specific details with each other. I want each relationship to be personal. And special. Agreed?” “Agreed,” G said, and Jamal and Angelo nodded.

This is why no side conversations took place. Fear of missing out when she found out.

That was a hell of a biography.

Good luck, sis.

And then I got mad again, because she knew I was married so doing that shit right down the hall from me was inconsiderate as fuck. I wasn’t supposed to be laying in my bed imagining what they were doing, what position she was in, what faces she made when she…

So why not call your wife and handle it??

“What I mean is, I know all women get judged on the basis of their womanhood but when you break it down and account for race, black girls don’t get nearly as much leeway to be hoes.

Speak on it!

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

No matter which direction we drove in to round a curve, I found myself leaning into someone who looked and smelled delicious.

Lucky!