Da More is an incredibly talented writer/blogger, who pens short stories on her blog. This week, I wrote a blog regarding my plight with how real to be as a Christian writer. Check it out here. This writer has beautifully mastered the skill of balancing that, as I don’t think I could be this raw with it. I’m sharing her latest piece, well, the first of a series.
You can’t sleep. You had said your prayers about an hour ago, and made to sleep when his call came in. You like him. He likes you. You talk about a lot of things– good, safe things. Like work, and plans for the weekend because it is Friday. You tell him you have a weekend meeting too, a small family party for your brothers return from the USA after ten years. You are eager to see him, but not so eager about the party. You have not been home in almost two months, so mama is equally keen on having you around. If not, you would have bailed on her, you told him. He laughed. You blushed. And after a while, he had said good night, and you had said good bye.
Fast forward to ten minutes after and all you can think of is sex. You have never done…
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