I welcomed being in the presence of an AG. That meant that I didn’t have to brave the cold NY air for food, that my boy shorts and beater were overwhelmingly appreciated and I got to stay on my back *wink, wink.* She catered to me, making sure all of my needs were met, but I did have something to prove…
Before my visit, we had the sex talk that most lesbians have about boundaries and such. In that conversation. The lil monkey admitted that she was responsible for all of her orgasms. No woman had ever been responsible for her ...Keep Reading
The Lil Monkey – Part II 12.01.
We let go to grab my bag to leave the airport. She had a bear strapped in the seatbelt of the passenger’s seat. Our first child. Christian Malik, we named him together. I presented her with a bag of her favorite candy.
During an unplanned tour of the city, she told me about how she wasn’t where she was supposed to be on 9/11 and because she wasn’t, she was alive to tell the story. I leaned towards her to kiss her cheek, she turned and presented her lips instead. It was a moment. I was nervous because I didn’t know ...Keep Reading
The Lil Monkey – Part I 11.01.
We met rather randomly. A string of people between us. I interacted on twitter with other people that knew her, but she was never online. When she popped up, I spoke. I wanted her to know that I supported her movement. She responded in a DM. Which led to more DMs, a little flirtation and her phone number.
I remember calling Tami and leaving a frantic voicemail about how she had given me her number. We had exchanged a few texts by that time. I was excited to like someone. I wasn’t excited by the fact that she was in NY. ...Keep Reading
