As Destine flopped unenthusiastically on the couch, LaRue approached her
and began to slowly take off her sandals. “Hey baby, how was your day
“My day seemed to drag on for an eternity. How about yours?”
“Productive, but I want to hear more about yours. Want to share any
“Not really. It wasn’t bad, just long. I’m glad to be home
that’s for sure. Ain’t nothing like coming home and seeing your
handsome face,” Destiny said as she mustered up enough strength to
lean forward and kiss LaRue on his soft lips.
“Stand up,” he instructed her. “I want you to take off your
“LaRue sweetie, I don’t have the energy right now to make love to
you the way you deserve. However, I’ll let you have some, but
you’ll have to do all of the work. You can do it any way you like.”
She smiled encouragingly, stood up and followed LaRue’s previous
instructions. He grabbed her pants and threw them to the corner of the
room. After taking off the rest of her clothes, he looked at her with
those deep brown eyes, as if he could see right through her. He gently
grabbed her hands and said, “You are so beautiful, so beautiful. Come
with me, I have something for you.”
“What are you up to?” She asked playfully, frolicking behind him.
Reminding herself that he had to do all of the work, even though she had
recently acquired a bit of energy.
“A little something to help you relax, my African Queen.”
They walked down the hallway, and as they approached the entrance to the
bathroom Destiny noticed the shadows of the lit candles reflecting
against the wall. She heard the soothing sound of Jazz playing in the
background; yellow rose petals completely covered the floor. There was
a miniature bowl filled with a variety of fruit placed on the side, the
tub was completely filled with water and bubbles. There was no denying
“Oh – baby, this is so thoughtful of you, and perfect timing too, I
may add.” Destiny, full of surprise, proudly smiled from ear to ear.
“Step in. Let me bathe you.”
She stepped into the warm water, her body immediately becoming covered
in goosebumps. It was as if she had just stepped into another world, one
she would dread leaving.
LaRue began sponging her down. Judging by the look on her face, he knew
this was the perfect idea. He cleansed her body as thoroughly as he
could. She felt sparkling clean and beyond tranquil.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, as he placed a juicy red
strawberry on her tongue. She chewed as if it were the best strawberry
that she had ever tasted. They ate the remaining fruit together; he fed
her and she fed him.
“You’re too much. Thanks for the bath, whew – I feel so much
better.” She commented as she dried off.
“My pleasure.” He replied as he cleaned up the bathroom and turned
off the radio.
Once Destiny was oiled, powdered, and perfumed, she walked out the
bathroom and covered her slender naked body with long, sheer, black
“What do you feel like eating for dinner?” She called from the
bedroom. “For some reason I have a taste for some pizza and hot
wings. I really haven’t eaten much today. As a matter of fact, the
only thing that I had was two slices of toast for breakfast, and an
apple for lunch. Oddly enough, I didn’t have an appetite, considering
how slow it was today.”
“That sounds pretty good to me. I didn’t eat much today either.”
He said as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m gonna jump in the
shower. Go ahead and order the food, I can hardly wait.”
Destiny thumped LaRue on his butt and gave a flirty wink as she walked
passed on her way to the kitchen, “Your wish is my command.” She
ordered the food, took a banana from the counter, and got comfortable on
the couch. She flipped through the channels until she came upon the
leading talk show. The subject for today was Being True to Yourself and
Following Your Heart. The guests spoke about how unhappy they were in
their relationships and marriages. Some said that they had gone through
counseling in an effort to salvage what was left of their relationships.
Most of the women seemed to be extremely sad. They wanted to be free
from the obligation of taking care of everyone else, instead they wanted
to take care of themselves. They felt as though they had neglected
themselves. One lady confessed to postponing her life’s desires for
the sake of her marriage. She said that being a mother and a wife was
more important to her than anything else, but she wanted very much to
incorporate herself into the picture. She went on to say that she had
delayed a dream she had had prior to becoming a wife and mother, a dream
to own her own clothing store. Was it too late for her to establish her
business? How would her children and husband feel if she did? Would
her husband feel threatened, or would he be supportive? Where would she
start? How would she finance the business? Those were all questions
that she’d asked the audience as well as the host.
Another guest spoke about how his wife no longer seemed to have a mind
of her own. He went on to say that she once possessed an outspoken
personality but over the years had allowed it to fade away. He
confessed that she never seemed to have an opinion, and that whenever he
asked his wife if she wanted x, y, or z she would always reply with,
“Yes, if you want to” or “Whatever you like” or “It doesn’t
matter to me.” He felt as though she had evolved into someone else.
Destiny began to assess her own dreams and desires. She also thought
about how things were between her and LaRue lately. In the past, nearly
two years ago, he had threatened her, and even hit her a couple of
times. During that time he had promised her that he would never do it
again. She believed him, and forgave him. Although they had been
together for four years, and things were going great between them, there
was always room for improvement.
“Have you already called baby?” LaRue asked as he walked into the
living room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that displayed his
manhood through the opening.
“Yeah. They should be here soon.” She remarked as her train of
thought immediately changed. She gazed lustfully at his front as if
she’d never seen it. She was practically drooling. He noticed her
gazing. “You want some of this?” He joked as he dropped his boxers
to his feet and began dancing for her. As the imaginary music played he
slowly rubbed his manhood up and down, while licking his luscious lips.
His chocolate body was designed to perfection. He has one of those body
building types, with muscles bulging all over the place.
“Damn, you are one fine soul! Come on over here to mama, I got
something for you. Something deep and fulfilling.”
He quickly relinquished the boxers from around his ankles and made his
way over. He began licking and sucking all over her body. Lifting her
lingerie higher and higher as he went along.
There was a knock at the door. “Put your boxers on.” Destiny
nervously demanded as if she was just caught robbing a bank.
They ate the entire pizza and hot wings. Once they sniffed down every
bite, they cleaned the place up and decided to call it a night.
“LaRue.” Destiny whispered as they lay in bed together. “Earlier
today when I asked you how your day was, you told me that it was
productive. Does that mean you found a job?”
There was a moment of silence. “Not quite.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“It means that I’m waiting to hear back from a couple of people.”
“Have you interviewed with anyone yet?”
“What exactly are you waiting to hear from these people?”
Tension began to pervade his voice. “You know, I’ve been out all
week looking for a job. It’s been hard. The economy isn’t doing
well at all these days, finding a job is almost like waiting for a
million dollars to fall from the sky and into my lap.”
“You know what?” He interjected rudely.
She exhaled. “I know it is, how frustrating it can be looking for a
“Oh really. And how is that? You’ve never had a problem finding
In a motherly tone she stated, “Look, I don’t want to argue. I was
just asking about your progress. I wasn’t trying to insult you in any
way.” He turned his back to her and she placed her hand on him,
gently caressing. “LaRue. Baby—I’m sorry if I offended you.
Please, turn around. Look at me.” She pleaded.
He slowly turned around trying hard to maintain his anger. “Ever
since I was laid off, I’ve been out there everyday pounding the
pavement. Everyday. I’m serious about finding employment.”
“Are you taking the resumes and cover letters along with you as
“Yeah. As usual, they glance over it pretending to be impressed and
immediately inform me that if something becomes available they will give
me a call. Corporate America ain’t nothing but a joke. One minute
they’re telling you that you must have experience to get the job, but
how in the hell am I supposed to get experience when they won’t give
me the opportunity to even possess the damn job. I don’t want them to
give me a job, just a fair chance.”
“Just keep on pushing. You’ll definitely get another job. I’m
convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt.”
“Thanks.” His tone had become melancholy.
“Don’t sound so sad. We’ll get through this together. Haven’t
we always?” An innocent kissed was placed on his cheek.
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