As promised, here is an exclusive excerpt from the sequel to my debut novel. I hope you enjoy…
About a half an hour later, we pulled up in front of Evo-South. As we walked into the building, I couldn’t help but think about the last time I was there. I could still feel Ksenia’s breath on my neck, her arms and legs wrapped around me. I could still taste her essence on my lips. The elevator seemed to take a lifetime to get to the lobby. “So V, you own this building right?” Traci asked. I nodded, still consumed by my thoughts of my last day with the love of my life. We rode the elevator up to the 23rd floor in silence. When the doors opened, I just stood there, frozen somewhere between reminiscing about my last visit and dreading what could possibly be awaiting me on the other side of my door. “You’re really scared, aren’t you?” Traci had the uncanny ability of stating the obvious. I didn’t speak, once again I just nodded. She grabbed my hand and led me off the elevator. Traci reached out and tried the knob. To the surprise of both of us, the door swung open. Traci entered the penthouse as if it were hers, I slowly followed behind. “I wanna take a shower, V, where’s the bathroom?” I guided Traci through the master bedroom and into the on-suite bathroom. I plopped down on the plush, king-sized bed and scrolled through my Facebook newsfeed. “Grab me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I know you got a closet full of them,” Traci chimed through the closed bathroom door about 15 minutes later. Like a good soldier, I obliged. As I rummaged through the racks of brand new clothes still sporting their price tags, Traci appeared in the closet door. She stood there in nothing but a towel, water still beading up on her caramel skin. I couldn’t help but remember the first time we found ourselves in this situation.
It was our junior year in college, and we had decided to get an off-campus apartment together. I had grown a little weary of sleeping in a room with Edwin, my roommate of the last 3 semesters. And according to Traci, all the girls in Howard-Harreld Hall had starting acting like “catty little bitches.” We found a decent 2-bedroom apartment in Castleberry Hill that was close enough to school that we could sleep in but far enough away that we didn’t have to worry about our classmates just dropping by. One night, about a month after we had moved in, I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in the water closet relieving myself, I heard water sloshing about in the adjoining bathroom. I listened a little longer and could hear soft moans and groans as well. Even though I was half asleep, I instantly knew what was going on. I slowly opened the door and peeked in. Just as I thought, Traci was masturbating in a bathtub full of water. I stood there for a moment, drinking in the sight of my new roommate pleasuring herself. Her left hand was under the surface of the water, her right alternated teasing her perky toffee colored nipples, her head rested on the wall behind her, her eyes were closed.
If you haven’t had the opportunity to check out my debut novel, Torn: Confessions of a Selfish Lover, please do so…
In My Own Words... 