Fallen by Quiana

year old friend which would’ve took my mind away from the sex anyway. Wel Jay must have his own 22 year old which may be why he no longer wanted his aging wife. With that being my conclusion, I finished my lunch, grabbed my phone and headed to my bedroom.

    I want to see you .

    Now my old ass was becoming a texter fast, something that I rarely did. Ten minutes went by and no reply. Inside I felt kind of played, but then I remembered that sometimes people are busy and to be patient. A more convincing text may have been the answer so I shot him another one .

    I want you. Another ten minutes went by before my phone buzzed from the vibrations and the display screen lit up .

    3423 Lanson Street .

    Was that it? No hi no hey baby , just an address for me to meet him? I didn’t even know what address this was or what part of the city I was heading too. But I wanted to see Kai and was curious about where this adventure could go. So I texted him back , in a half hour , and got myself ready.

    They say that the woman controls sex and that she knows as soon as she meets someone if he’s going to get it or not. I say that women know if they’re going to have sex by what underwear they wear on a date. When a female intentionaly puts on sexy underwear, her best set, it’s because she plans on someone seeing them. Porscha used to always joke about wearing her period panties on a date and labeled them her “cock blockers”! She said that as long as she had her cock blockers on she knew that he wouldn’t be getting any. It was a constant reminder that she couldn’t pul her pants down. She would wear those things for the first couple of dates or at least until she was sure what her intentions were with him.

    Royal blue laced thong with the bra to match was my choice of under garment today. As I put lotion al over my body and sprayed my thighs, stomach, and the back of my neck with my favorite Gucci perfume, a pinch of guilt troubled my thoughts. This is what being a cheater is like; the lotion, the perfume, the panties, al of this that I am doing with intentions. Getting al done up just to get it messed up by another man. I wasn’t sure if I felt the guilt because I didn’t just end up in his presence like I did on the day we kissed. This time I was purposefuly going to give this man everything I had to offer. Wel curiosity kiled the cat and my kitty hadn’t been murdered in a while, so my guilt washed away with that convincing line and I slipped into a cute strapless green sundress and said goodbye to my husband. I told him I was going to Porscha’s and I would be back in a few hours.

    I was unfamiliar with the address, I plugged it into my GPS and headed across Broad Street to North Phily. It’s crazy how when you know you’re about to change your life you stil dive head first into it. Folowing the directions across the screen I guided my red Accord around the city until I ended at his front door. The GPS announced that my destination would be on the right and there it stood. 3423
    Lanson Street was to my right in its typical shabby North Phily presence.

    The outside of the house needed to be painted, the cement on the steps were terribly broken, and the front screen door was missing it’s screen. This house looked almost abandoned. I had to remind myself that this was an old property of his grandmother’s and that he was renovating it. Hopefuly, the inside didn’t look as run down as the outside or I would have to rethink my visit. There was no way I was making love next to roaches! I didn’t even bother with the doorbel because I figured it wouldn’t work anyway. Giving the door a good knock, it opened itself without me realy having to try. I pushed the door open and cautiously crept my way in.

    Unlike the outside of the house I could see the vision of this old home. Newly painted deep red wals made the house look freshly modern on the inside. I could see the transformation of newly buffed wood waiting to be