A. I was working as a security guard in an office building. I was immediately attracted to an African American girl on the cleaning crew. She was not your centerfold sex-goddess. Her small head shaped like that of a child was shaved, other than a top-knot the purpose of which was to anchor many long, multi-colored ribbons. She was not particularly voluptuous or buxom, but even now as I describe her, I'm shifting around in my seat!
I sat at a large desk, strategically placed so any foot traffic entering or leaving the building had to pass by me. There was a half-closed double-door opening out into a hallway running by the desk, where another door provided egress into the security office.
One night I just couldn't stand it any longer, so when she came up to the desk to get her office keys, I made up some silly excuse when no one was around for her to come around the hallway doors so we couldn't be seen. She did, and I just looped my arm around her slender waist, crushing her body against mine. Our mouths locked, tongues searching, our breath drawn in ragged gasps. My hands smoothed down to her muscular ''', and she followed suit, becoming even more aggressive in unleashing the pent-up lust we had both felt for each other, unquenched for far too long.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and we tore away from each other. She skipped away, wringing her hands before her, exclaiming, "Oh! Oh! Oh!", as if I had tossed her a hot potato!
One following evening, it just so happened I was required to check the doors in the office tower. Of course, I began to search for HER. She was found milling around in an office on the top floor, a desk light casting a faint, candle-like glow on the wood-paneled walls and a large window overlooking the city.
Our arms entwined, and, noticing my glance at a fine leather couch, her glittering, jet-black eyes searched my own. I began to back her the few steps to the welcoming embrace of the couch, where I gently nudged her backward, slowing her descent with my free arm. We both sighed, as once again we were entwined, AND THEN...
UGLY, WHITE FLOURESCENCE FLOODED THE SHADOWED OFFICE. "What the hell are you two doin' in hyar!", demanded Mary, an obnoxious co-worker who seemed to delight in making everyone else's business her business. She was surely elated over having just destroyed the kind of moment, she, herself could only hope to experience in her own life. Dayum!
B. I was on a pay phone (that's an ancient device which was once scattered throughout the country. You put a coin in it, which allowed you to dial your number.) in a popular nightclub. A woman's loud tirade behind me caught my attention. "I'm TRYING to get a job, you MFer!", she yelled into the bartender's phone, before he shook his head, taking it away from her. 'It's tough to get a good bartender's job in this ritzy joint, girl!', I thought, bemused. Seeing that she was being observed, the tall, slender blond sheathed in a sleek, black mini-dress shined a sultry smile at me beginning from the corner of her red-glistening lips. I shook myself from my trance as a voice crackled on the pay phone.
A few minutes later, I was startled to feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist. "Hey, baby, get off this phone, and let's get out of here!", she panted into my ear. "What? Who the f''' is that?!!, roared my ever-possessive girlfriend. "Nobody", I said, just before my words were muffled by soft, teasing lips which seemed to linger for an eternity, but not nearly long enough. After some verbal sparring, during which I seemed to be caught up in a dream-like state, she hung up in my face, the rudeness bringing to mind a certain, sultry smile. I dropped the phone, leaving it to spin crazily against the wall as I jerked my head around in vain for a glimpse of the blond. Nowhere to be seen. Hurriedly calculating the timeline, I made for the door leading outside, just in time to see a black limo pulling off the curb, tapered, red-nailed fingers waving bye-bye just above the rear passenger window.
An older, burly man, totally inebriated in a pinstripe suit festooned with an ID from some conventiion jostled me. "Hey, come back, b''''!", he spluttered, staggering to the edge of the curb, giving the departing limo the finger. He stood there a moment, staring after the twinkling , red taillights, then wheeled to get in my face with his paint-peeling whiskey breath. "I paid a grand to meet up with that wh'''! A GRAND!", he wailed, turning to weave back to the door and the two nice bouncers who awaited him. Did I just kiss a PROSTITUTE? I spat on the sidewalk, then realized that was the hottest kiss I'd ever had. (WHAT'S THAT, MOD? THERE'S A CREATIVE WRITING SECTION? Sorry, just got carried away... Can you move my topic, please?)

Lol..good story though..I use to write like this too but lost.the passion for it

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