If It Isn't Love...?
"Why does it feel this way?"
~ New Edition
For those of you singing along in your head:
(80's hottie boy band moment over...for now. *lifts brow*)
Hey peeps! I know it's been a minute. INKing, as usual, but I had to take a micro break to announce my new release, If It Isn't Love...?, out TODAY!! No, it doesn't feature Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mike (or even Mr. Sensitivity himself, Ralph, HA!) but it DOES have two new and exciting characters, Zaria and Derek, and the first of what I hope will be many a mischievous moment for them, and possibly a slew of other characters. Anyhow, here's the sitch:
Title: If It Isn't Love...?
Word Count: 7K short
Category: Humorous erotica
College students Zaria and Derek are in love. Well, Zaria's in love; Derek's in "ditto". And when he says as much in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, an upset Zaria sends her clueless boyfriend on a store run for the one thing a guy would rather die before buying—pads. The thought alone mortifies Derek, but he'll do anything for his girl. Will a chance encounter with a stranger make Derek realize his mistake? And can Zaria figure out a suitable reward for a lesson learned? It's episode number 1 of the College Experience; Class is in session.
So here we are on her bed, seven months later, dab-smack in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, and she’s still staring at me like I’m the largest conundrum –her word– on earth.
“Z, what’s the matter?”
“I’m not feeling too good,” she finally responded, and I wish she’da said it sooner. Little Derek hates standing up for nothing.
“Is it something you ate?”
She hopped up, bringing my eyes to those perfectly rounded breasts, dark nipples erect. Two supple mouthfuls of chocolaty goodness. Damn but she’s gorgeous. Her back to me, my eyes took in the shape of her body. Z has a nice athletic build; flat stomach melding into a narrow waist that flares into curvy hips and ass. I love her ass. Well-rounded globes excellent for gripping in the moment—or any moment for that matter. Mesmerized, I watched her jean-painted hips sway on her way to the bathroom. Never a good sign. A couple minutes later she emerged, clutching her belly.
“You all right?”
“Umm… No, actually. Cramps.” Her beautiful face was distorted in a tight grimace. “That time of the month.” She dropped onto her bed and curled into a ball.
“So that means…” I trailed off, hoping she understood my inference. “’Cause I don’t mind if you don’t.” Don’t blame me; blame Little Derek. He’s in total control right now—to be followed a little later by my stomach, my bladder, and my PS3 in that order. It’s almost ten at night so too late for sports.
Z eyed me from her fetal position and cringed. “First…eewww. Second, it means right now I need you to do me a favor and go to the store. I’m out of stuff.”
Guys pay attention. When a woman says she’s out of “stuff” it means one of two things. Either she’s out of birth control and you’re not getting any, or she’s out of feminine crap and you’re not getting any. So grab the lotion, ‘cause you’re not getting any.
I felt Little Derek slump a bit in defeat, but he’s an optimistic guy and the thought of lotion had him back in fighting form in no time.
“Would you go to the store for me?” she asked again, all sad. I hated seeing her in pain, but the thought of going for her…stuff made me shiver. There are some places where a guy’s gotta draw the line. I mean, what’s next? Drinking triple venti sugar free, non-fat, no foam, extra caramel macchiatoes with heavy whip while we do mani-pedies and watch Lifetime? Plus, I’ve never had to get…stuff for anyone before. It’s like being a girl and buying condoms. Sure you could do it, but you don’t want to ‘cause the cashier’s gonna look at you weird.
“Please?” she moaned, batting those huge eyelashes of hers. “I’d go but I can’t move right now.”
The groan got swallowed in my throat and I reached for my shirt. I shrugged into it and pulled on my sweatshirt before standing from the bed and grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet off the dresser. Still half naked, Z rolled onto her other side, clenching her eyes shut in pain. I had to go. There was no way I could let her go without her…stuff, right?
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If It Isn't Love...? is in stores NOW! And for less than a buck? #AWESOMESAUCE! So go get your copy ASAP, and don't forget to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend.... And, as always, thanks for licking my INK!
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