Allan Ebert
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Find your own voice is good advice. Salvador Dali once said that the first person to compare the cheeks of a girl to a rose was obviously a poet; the first person to repeat it was possibly an idiot. I hope I'm not the idiot.
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You Can Live Without Love
Back and forth I paced our small bathroom, biting my nails while the water ran hot. Anticipation goosed my skin; blood sped through my veins. The tub filled. It could have been Christmas morning, my excitement was breathtaking. I quickly got undressed and jumped into the bathtub. The hot water embraced me, completely. I imagined drowning. My pores opened, singing praises, tingling. Eventually, no other embrace was required to be graced and blessed. It was Love. It was Saturday night - bath night! My greatest nightly adventure. Once in the water, I heard the murmur, "I love you."
By Allan Ebert4 years ago in Families
TIMELINE
TIMELINE 4:00 p.m. Saturday. She was on top, twerking. My hands cupped her large bare breasts; afraid that if I let go she'd disappear and I'd wake from my dream. Zeinab was from western Somalia and dark as a raven. My grandfather relocated to the U.S. from Lubeck, Germany. I was the color of a Wisconsin snowbank. I held on, though my hands were like snow balls melting on hot chocolate cupcakes and I was bouncing on top of the world. Her long braids dangled inches above my chest. She obeyed and clawed me. I’d met my lioness. Her tongue wove mysterious dirty words in a jazzy rhythm. For some reason she kept her stocking cap on while she made love to me, driving her powerful pelvis into my hips. The cap was a soft gray knit with yellow fuzz ball on top. It was adorable. I got horny the moment I saw it bobbing on her head. When I say, she made love to me, I mean this rendezvous was unexpected. It was her initiative that got us together. I met her for the first and only time a month earlier when she came to my law office with her husband, Qassim, my client. He was being deported. I accepted the challenge and he accepted the retainer and I vowed to fight for his freedom and safety in America, at a reduced rate, regardless of the outcome. At least that was the initial prevailing agreement. Sex with his wife was never part of the retainer. Zeinab called and wanted to talk and I assumed it was about her husband's case. My wife was out of town. A short time passed in the house but the case never came up as a topic. Instead, we started making out and I steered her to our son’s bedroom. She peeped like a robin when she came. I hollered like a drowning sailor in a perfect storm. Not more than two minutes passed from the moment we came together and the door closed behind her, and she was gone.
By Allan Ebert4 years ago in Humans
