This is a preview of stories coming on August 10. This is just a short little fun piece to give readers a taste of what might be to come. Just a handful of stories, nothing big. These are stories by women, only. If names like Girlinthemoon, Amyyum, Angiquesophie and others I will mention later hit the spot, this should be for you. They are about Bad Bitches. Not necessarily evil, but women who are independent, sexy and smart. She's a real one: a lady, a lover, a fighter, a beast, a true ride or die queen. If you have her, hang on with everything you've got, because if you lose her, you'll regret it the rest of your life. If you think that's something you might enjoy, read on. If not, I warned you. Thanks to my team. Everyone knows who they are, by now. Love you all. Randi
"Boy, have you lost your damn mind?" That's not how the conversation started. It actually started when Vaughn came in the door. I was chilling, reading my book, nursing my blunt, sipping on a glass of wine.
"Hey, Kiersten, damn, looks like you what's up!"
That's how it started. It was just chit-chat until he lifted me up so he could slide in under me on the sofa, and the nature of the conversation changed when he slid his hands up under the oversized t-shirt I was wearing and cupped my tiddies. That made me purr like a big cat and led to... another type of communication. I was coasting back to earth on my spaceship, his hands running over me, just the fingertips in a caress, cooling me down.
"You ever think about doing crazy shit?" he asked.
"I don't usually think about it," I said. "I usually just do it."
He laughed. "Yeah, I know. You've nearly given me a heart-attack a few times."
"You got some crazy shit you wanna do?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said.
"Is this illegal crazy shit, or kinky crazy shit, or just go down and yell "Fuck the police" in front of the station?" I asked.
"I was thinking about kinky. Looking at you, watching you, I wonder if you have a wild side. I have a feeling about you, Kiersten. I think you've got a bomb inside there just waiting to go off."
He really had no idea. We'd been dating for six months. There were a lot of things I didn't like about him, but the man could fuck and his dick was perfect: not too big, not too small: perfect. There wasn't going to be a long-term future there; he was just too limited, but he had been fun. I was thinking that he was on borrowed time. This might be interesting to hear.
"I can do kinky," I said. "Tell Kiersten, bad boy."
"You tell me one of your fantasies and I'll tell you one of mine," he said.
"Oh, no, you started this," I said. "This is on you. I'll tell you after you tell me."
He stammered around, and I could tell he'd been thinking about it for a while and had something specific in mind.
"I think I'd like to see you in action with another woman." He finally managed to get it out.
"Umm... that's kinky?" I asked. "I hate to tell you this, but I been rolling both ways since high school. You want to watch me fuck some other woman?"
"Well, yeah, but I was thinking more like a threesome," he couldn't look me in the eye."
"Boy, have you lost your damn mind?" That's where the conversation changed again. It just popped out before I could contain it. He looked confused.
"What?"
"What? That's all you got to say? How do you see this playing out? We just go out and pick up some hoe, bring her back here and smash?" That wasn't what I thought was going on, but I was smarter than he was.
"No... no, I was thinking someone we might know. Don't you have some smoking hot woman you'd like to get down with?"
"So I'm supposed to do the work? Damn, Vaughn, this is your play? What, I'm supposed to ask this woman if it would be okay for you to fuck her? If imma do all the work, I'm keeping her for myself."
I don't think this was the way he envisioned this conversation going. "No, no, I got a plan. I know who I'd pick," he said. "You wouldn't need to do anything. Just let it happen."
"Okay, I'll bite," I said. "Who."
"How about Tisha?" he said.
That told the story. Tisha was the girl he'd been dating before I met him. I'd heard the streets talking, and that was one of the reasons he had an early expiration date. I loved to fuck. I loved all forms of sex, as often as I could get it, but with one person at a time. I was single, 26 years old, and living free. I had a good job, a nice apartment, a nice car and I didn't need anyone. I chose to be with my partner, because I wanted to be with them.
I also know how I look. I wasn't vain about it, but I owned mirrors. I was fit, toned, and when I walked into a room, heads turned. Tisha was hot enough, but she was a ratchet bitch and who knew what kind of social diseases she was carrying around. I made a mental note that I should get my phat ass down to the clinic.
"What makes you think she'd be interested?" I wanted to give him plenty of rope.
"We talk," he said. He looked nervous. "She thinks you're fire, and if I wasn't with you, she'd be all over me, too."
'Uh-huh,' I thought. 'This nigga wanna be a player. Get him a little harem going.' That wasn't going to happen. Problem was, Tisha knew he was with me. I don't take kindly to someone playing with my toys. I faced it, that's all Vaughn was, or ever had a chance of being: a toy I played with. I figured I'd settle down at some point and find the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but it wasn't going to be that year.
This was going to have to be handled with some finesse and skill, and here was my exit. Tisha was going to help me, but she didn't know it yet.
