How To Write A Short Story: Jada's Loss Of Personal Identity
Jada went to freshen up and change into a yellow sleeveless dress that came above the knees. It was summery and the flare bottom added pizzazz. She accessorized with gold hoop earrings and gold bangles. She put her hair in a ponytail and let it hang down her back.
She put on shimmering gloss, some eyeliner and pinched her cheeks to bring out her color.
She went to retrieve yellow low heeled sandals and yellow bag. She went to meet Maxwell.
Once she arrived into the living room she didn’t see him at first. Then she heard him in the kitchen. She went to inform him she was ready.
He had changed clothes himself. He had on a fitted black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. It all accentuated his body…which was ridiculous.
Jada shuddered at remembering how his body feels when he’s inside her. How his torso feels when he moves in and out of her. How his biceps bunch when he has an intense orgasm.
As she stares at him, she softly says, “Oh God!”
He looks at her in a sexy manner, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Jada shakes her head and whispers, “No.”
Maxwell laughs, “Investment appears to be too high.”
She looks up at the ceiling and then back at him, “You are walking sex.”
He stares at her seriously, “That’s because I want to fuck you…constantly.”
Jada instinctively backs up from the heat of his words. He then walks over to her and they stand face to face. Bending near her ear, he says, “And eating your pussy is like eating honey.”
Jada steps back and whispers, “Maxwell…don’t.”
He looked at her seriously, “You want me, don’t you?”
Jada shook her head slowly, “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”
He walks closer to her, “Yes. I know the feeling.”
Maxwell bends to kiss her with hunger. Jada grabs onto him.
She pulls back, “I don’t know what to do sometimes. I feel like I can’t handle you.”
He smiles crookedly, “You’re doing just fine.”
“Then I’m enough.”
She put on shimmering gloss, some eyeliner and pinched her cheeks to bring out her color.
She went to retrieve yellow low heeled sandals and yellow bag. She went to meet Maxwell.
Once she arrived into the living room she didn’t see him at first. Then she heard him in the kitchen. She went to inform him she was ready.
He had changed clothes himself. He had on a fitted black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. It all accentuated his body…which was ridiculous.
Jada shuddered at remembering how his body feels when he’s inside her. How his torso feels when he moves in and out of her. How his biceps bunch when he has an intense orgasm.
As she stares at him, she softly says, “Oh God!”
He looks at her in a sexy manner, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Jada shakes her head and whispers, “No.”
Maxwell laughs, “Investment appears to be too high.”
She looks up at the ceiling and then back at him, “You are walking sex.”
He stares at her seriously, “That’s because I want to fuck you…constantly.”
Jada instinctively backs up from the heat of his words. He then walks over to her and they stand face to face. Bending near her ear, he says, “And eating your pussy is like eating honey.”
Jada steps back and whispers, “Maxwell…don’t.”
He looked at her seriously, “You want me, don’t you?”
Jada shook her head slowly, “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”
He walks closer to her, “Yes. I know the feeling.”
Maxwell bends to kiss her with hunger. Jada grabs onto him.
She pulls back, “I don’t know what to do sometimes. I feel like I can’t handle you.”
He smiles crookedly, “You’re doing just fine.”
“Then I’m enough.”