There are no words...

“Promises“

2025-09-23T03:12:00.000-07:00

If you could…

And it would.

Will you always?

Dick Ep.16

2018-06-15T01:23:00.000-07:00

As soon as the words left his mouth Richard knew he had fucked up, he made the mistake of assuming Lisa had told Chris about the crew hanging out that night, he also made the mistake of letting his curiosity about the man that darted out of the alley get the best of him but what he didn't make the mistake of doing is not being quick on his feet... "Oh, I texted Lisa yesterday to see what her and the girls had going on, on a Thursday night and she told me she was laying low because you were out of town on business." The words flowed from Richard's lips as if they were the gospel; he always had a great talent for making up a story that was less than truthful sound true. As Chris drawled on about the unimportant details of his trip Richard couldn't help but to glance over at Lisa, her facial expression was a mixture of fear, laughter, and pride over how he flawlessly handled what could have been such a terrible situation. Chris seemed to be totally oblivious as to what had gone on and what was currently being played out right in front of his face, it really wasn't his fault it's not like this was a continuous thing and he knew about Lisa and Richard's friendship. Almost forgetting about why he came to Bourbon in the first place Richard's attention was grabbed by the sight of Bisi walking down the steps, he had been gabbing with the happy couple for far too long and she came down to look for him. "Bisi" Richard hollered over the crowd, she turned with a smile and made her way to the table, "hey y'all this is Bisi and Bisi this is my friend Lisa and her boyfriend Chris". Bisi smiled and extended her hand to greet Lisa and she responded with a cheeky wave, Lisa could be such a dick sometimes and she was seriously territorial. Chris on the other hand was quick to accept Bisi's greeting and proceeded to make small talk about how her and Richard knew each other. As the two of them went back and forth with small talk Richard could feel the heat from Lisa's stare peering over the rim of her wine glass, she was clutching it with what could only be described as a death grip. Richard had seen Lisa become a little feisty during some of their drunken nights but he had never seen her jealous, now if you asked her if she was jealous she would never admit it but that's exactly what she was. Given the fact that she didn't know enough about Bisi to make an honest judgment it gave her room to let her mind create the perfect scenario to piss herself off. Lisa knew about Richard's revolving door of quasi girlfriends and that didn't bother her at all but what did bother her was the fact that not 24 hours after he had passionately entered her body, making her reach heights that outside of porn she thought was impossible she knew the odds were that he would be doing the same with Bisi by the end of the night. She was not pleased and she made Richard quite aware of it, she didn't risk letting Chris know but she made damn sure that Richard got the point. After making a smooth exit from the Lisa and Chris show Bisi and Richard finally sat down to their table to begin their night. The two of them hadn't hung out in a long time and it was good to see an old friend that knew how to have a good time without any strings attached, they had tried the catching feelings thing once or twice before and leaving them out just always worked much better. "Two shots of chilled tequila please" Bisi knew exactly how to get the party started, Richard smiled and she shot him a wink in return knowing that this was only the beginning of what was going to be a wild night.

Dick Ep.15

2018-06-14T10:30:00.000-07:00

After a much-deserved shower and getting dressed it was time to meet up with Bisi, they were going to a spot called Bourbon, which wasn't too far from his apartment. As he waited for his Lyft Richard began to once again think about the man that darted out of the alley, "was that really Chris?" he thought to himself. Richard knew Chris to be somewhat of a "lame" as Lisa affectionately called him after her third tequila shot, there was no way that he would have the balls to be snooping around Richard's place and as a matter of fact "he doesn't event know where I live" Richard whispered as his ride pulled up. Shaking off the silly notion of being stalked by Lisa's "lame" boyfriend Richard once again turned his thoughts to the evening ahead. Bisi and Richard had, had some brief history once upon a time but they could never make the relationship stick. Richard was definitely attracted her, she had these wonderful lips that begged to be kissed and though her frame was slim she still had curves, a "slim goodie" was what he jokingly categorized her as. As his mind slipped back into the memories of the last time he had the pleasure of enjoying those soft lips he was interrupted by the vibrating of his phone "I'm here, got us a table upstairs by the bar" it was Bisi and he couldn't wait to see her. Exiting the Lyft Richard saw that the D.C. streets were alive on this beautiful Friday evening, D.C. was a town where people were going to go out no matter what but when the weather was right it seamed like the whole city would come out to play. Bourbon was packed when he walked in, every table was full of patrons laughing and drinking, you could barely hear the music over the sea of conversation. As Richard waded through the crowd in an effort to make it to the steps he thought he heard his name being called "RICHARD!" the voice screamed over the music and dialog. When he turned he was surprised to see Lisa and Chris sitting in a corner booth, she was all smiles as he finally recognized her cries and made his way over. "How are you two cool kids doing tonight?" Richard asked as he gave Lisa a hug; in an effort to conceal any notion of what had transpired the night before Richard went in for the customary "church hug" with hips purposefully pushed back and one arm posted by his side. Lisa on the other hand came in with a full embrace, pelvis pressed firmly to his and a double arm wrap. Richard didn't know if she had been drinking, lost herself in the moment, or just didn't care but this was no play it low hug, this was I haven't seen you in ages and my ovaries miss you type of embrace. Richard couldn't help but to get a little caught up in the moment, Lisa smelled heavenly, that dewy, rain soaked morning scent was intoxicating and with her bulging breasts firmly pressed against his chest he was transported back to the scene of him waking up in her bed after a night of pure bliss. After what felt like minutes the two finally separated and Richard extended a hand shake to Chris who was standing at that point, no doubt thinking "what the fuck is going on here". Chris played it off well and with a smile on his face said "you must be buying the next round to receive that kind of welcome", Richard gave a chuckle and responded "shots?” Chris not being a big drinker just shook his head, grabbed his glass of red wine and said "oh no, I'll stick with what I know". "So Richard what are you doing here tonight?" Lisa blurted out as she too sat down and grabber her glass, "I'm meeting Bisi, she's holding down a table for us upstairs" Richard answered. "Oh" Lisa replied as she went to sip her wine, Richard knew exactly what the "Oh" meant, he had heard it before, that "Oh" was female morse code for "you know you just fucked up right". Richard chuckled at the sight of Lisa getting in her feeling right in front of her man, she always touted herself as the chick that didn't act like "all these other females" and for the most part she was right. Sex has a way of changing things though, you can have whatever intention or plan you want but when it happens in the way it happened between the two them it becomes hard not to let the emotion of that moment infiltrate your level of normalcy. Still standing there with a slight smirk on his face Richard turned his attention to Chris, he still didn't know if that was him darting out of the alley and the way Chris was interacting didn't provide him with any evidence for confirmation. "So Chris, how was your trip?" at that moment you could feel the energy at the table shift. Hearing the question Chris's facial expression soured, before he answered he glared at Lisa with a look of confusion and intrigue, Chris slowly placed his glass on the table, looked up at Richard and responded, "My trip was fine but how did you know about it?"

Dick Ep.14

2018-06-13T16:11:00.001-07:00

As Richard jogged home his mind was flooded with all types of thoughts. Images of the oh so splendid sexual encounter he and Lisa enjoyed, the tense interaction he had with Kathryn's husband, how fun tonight was going to be and how he could just feel how God awful his nuts were going to be smelling when the sweat from this jog mixed with the residue of the night before all ran through his mind; "Whew I can't wait to hop in the shower,” he said to himself as he waited to cross the intersection. Out of all the things that passed through Richards mind he seemed to be fixed on the fact that he was going to have to share his experience in Tokyo with one of his coworkers. Richard had never really had anyone tag along on a work trip and he was more than curious whom they would select for the job. Richard’s boss had vague idea of how things went down when on the road but he was sure if paled in comparison to what really happens. These trips were like many vacations to Richard, sure he always got the job done with stellar reviews to boot but in between business there was always ample amounts of pleasure and he didn’t know of anyone that he trusted enough to bare witness to the bonanza. To add to Richard’s trepidation the company had recently gone through some turnover with most of the senior staff being ushered out of the door for younger, lower cost personnel that reflected Paramount Sands' own rebranding effort. He knew very little about the new wave of talent, Richard was never really concerned with endearing himself to his coworkers, well except for the occasional happy hour turned one sided wife swap but that was about it. There was this one newbie named Beth that had caught Richards attention in a staff meeting, she was knee deep in a diatribe about the prevailing winds of misogyny that ran ramped in the world of corporate America and how it was her belief that we needed to self examine all of our current company practices and she was happy to lead the team chosen to do so. Seeing as though this was only her third day of work Richard thought to him self, "well that's a bit aggressive". Her campaign to end male domination, as we know it was fine with Richard, he never saw himself as anything but pro open competition for anything and as much as he loved women he didn't believe he could ever be categorized as anything close to a misogynist. "I wonder how she looks outside of her work clothes" was Richards very next thought, he noticed in that same meeting that Beth was extremely fit, "I bet she looks awesome in a bikini" Richard thought as he approached the steps to his place. As Richard slowed his jog to a walk he noticed a man dart out of the alley and quickly jump in his car. As the man hurriedly pulled off Richard caught a quick glimpse of his face "was that Lisa's boyfriend" he thought "what the hell, it couldn't have been". Richard was puzzled as to what just happened, he wasn't certain that it was him but the man definitely favored Lisa's boyfriend and if it weren’t for the fact that he was driving a different car he would have absolutely said it was him. Chris drove an Audi 700 but the man that had just pulled off was driving a Toyota, Camry. Richard knew that Chris was supposed to get back in town today but Lisa had told him that he didn't like to use rental cars, said they made him feel cheap. “Why would he need one anyway if he was already back at home?” Richard thought as he walked up the steps. Entering his apartment with a bewildered look on his face, Richard still couldn't say for certain that was Chris and if it was him what in the hell was he doing snooping around his place anyway. There was no way that last nights rendezvous had caught up with him already, he knew Lisa would be the last person to let something slip and give Chris any reason to believe things weren't business as usual. Before hopping in the shower Richard did a quick sweep of his apartment and made sure he locked the door and put the deadbolt on "just incase" he whispered with a slight chuckle, "just in case".

Dick Ep.13

2018-03-23T06:12:00.000-07:00

Finally the day was drawing to a close, Richard was tying up loose ends when he got a text from one of his homeboys "Stadium?" the message was simple, and the request was quickly accepted "Absolutely" was his response as that devilish grin creped over his face again. It had been a long week and an even longer day; Richard hoped someone would hit him up for some Friday night fun and with that text he knew it was going to be another great night. Now Stadium didn't really get jumping until about 9 or 10pm so Richard knew he still had some time to get in a happy hour before he met up with the boys. Feeling that he needed to let last nights situation breathe Richard hit up an old friend from college that recently moved to the District, they had only known each other in passing at Norfolk State but when she moved to D.C. they happened to chop it up at an alumni event and became pretty tight. "What’s the word?" "You tell me" was her response, Richard loved how Bisi was always down to have a good time. "Happy Hour, you with it?" "Always, where at?" "Lets do Bourbon." "Ok, I can be there by 5:30pm." "Bet, I'll see you then." What Richard learned when he moved to D.C. was that it was much more fun to have single females around than it was to go out with a pack of dudes. He found the guys in D.C. to be hella lame; they tended to focus on looking like they were having fun instead of actually having fun. So Richard had a small group of homies but a pretty large pool of single, semi single, and just don't give a fuck homegirls that were down to hang out whenever. After firing off some emails Richard was good and ready to get the hell out of the door, work had been nothing but a task and after the night he had just experienced his motivation to complete anything was nil. The most pressing issue on Richards mine was did he have enough time to make it home and wash his nuts before going out; he was feeling less than clean after siting in his office with the gravy crotch all day. Sweat, dirt, and leftover pussy was not the most sanitary combination so after checking his emails for the last time Richard b-lined it to the elevator. His plan was to jog home; one because he didn't feel like paying for another ride that would just have him stuck in traffic and two because he hadn't worked out in almost two day and that was sacrilege. Reaching the bottom floor he felt a strange feeling, something seemed odd and when he turned the corner he found out exactly what it was. Hovering over the receptionist desk was a tall, slender white man sporting a charcoal gray suit and glasses; one hand was tightly gripping his briefcase and he was speaking in a very demonstrative tone. "So who else have you been with, who else...?" the man shouted "I bet someone here too, I swear if I find out..." the man stopped as he saw Richard approaching. Kathryn was visibly shaken and as Richard walked closer he could see that the man was holding what looked liked a print of phone records in his other hand, "shit, not today" Richard thought "not today." Though he and Kathryn had shared one reckless night of passion they had never really communicated outside of work, he had never called or texted her, he didn't even have her phone number. This situation was clearly none of Richards’s business and as he walked by Kathryn’s desk he pulled out his phone and began to check imaginary text messages in an effort not to make eye contact. The man hovering over her desk was no doubt her husband and he had every right to be upset with the fact Kathryn was cheating on him but that was neither Richards fault nor his problem. He could feel Kathryn’s stare on the back of his neck as he passed, he knew she was looking at him, he knew she wanted him to come over and address the issue and he also knew that if he did things would only get worse than they already were. Feeling the tension in the air and knowing his wife the man could tell something was up, "are you fucking kidding me?" the man blurted out, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" he shouted louder to make sure Richard could hear. "Hey man, hey!" Richard slowed his pace knowing that the man was addressing him. "Do you know my wife?" the man asked as Richard turned around, "Do you know my wife?" the man implored again while pointing in the direction of Kathryn. "Absolutely" Richard answered as he stared the tall, slender man in his eyes "she's the receptionist, how can I not know her?" Richard asked with a look of "you must be stupid" on his face. The tall, slender man didn't speak he just looked at Richard trying to read any form of deception or guile in his face. Richard staring straight through the man could see Kathryn in the background shaking she was so nervous, she knew from stories around the office that Richard didn't really shy away from confrontation and if the situation escalated it would turn out bad for everyone involved. "Is there anything else?" Richards question caught the man off guard "huh" the man answered as Richard retorted with the same aggression the man had displayed with his previous inquiry "Is there anything else?!” Not quite sure what to do the man sat there silent, Richard could tell that he wanted to ask more questions but wasn't prepared for where this Q & A might lead. Being quite tired of this situation Richard once again pulled out his phone, turned around and began to fake text as he walked to the door, he was not about to let someone else's inability to hold their wife's attention ruin his Friday. As Richard reached the front door he slowly turned "Kathryn, call me if you need me", he couldn't help himself; turning back around with a half smile on his face he exited the building and began the jog home.

Dick Ep.12

2018-03-21T02:07:00.004-07:00

To say Richard was shocked by how the night went down would just be a lie; he had been plotting on Lisa for a while now and greatly anticipated the moment things would fall into place. Never wanting to make it weird or risk their friendship he never put the full press on her but made it perfectly clear he was interested in taking things as far as they could go. Richard had never really had a pure girl friend or better said a female friend, he always hung around women that maybe he wasn't pursuing at the moment but if the night were right he would be more than happy with taking it there. "What is the point of being around non attractive women?" he would always say when pressed about his stance on female friends, "it just doesn't make sense" would be his rebuttal to anyone who tried to debate the negative. People always tend to get hung up on the "un"part of the statement but never pay attention to the latter. Attraction is the personal preference of the individual, it is not built upon empty language such as pretty or beautiful; no attraction is who or what that speaks to you on a primal level and that cannot be argued. It felt as is the Lyft ride had lasted hours as Richard delighted in his visions of the night before. Beginning to sober up he was able to recall all the little tasty details of his evening with Ms. Lisa. Her moans echoed in his head as he recalled the moment when he picked her up and had her ascending to a new level of pleasure while he thrust her back and forth on his dick. He thought about the passionate kisses they shared right before he climaxed for the second time... Now Richards’s late night escapades had never really gotten him in any serious trouble though some of them were less than protected. It wasn't that he was against condoms; it was that he was a slave to the moment and the notion of stopping the cascade of pleasure to put on a rubber rarely crossed his mind. Yes he knew the risks and yes when prompted he would always oblige but when enthralled within animalistic attraction he often resided on the side of negligence. Finally reaching work Richard was in no mood to be productive at all. Amidst his sexual mirages Sharon had been machine gun texting him all the business of the day and unfortunately he had a meeting with the higher ups as soon as he reached the office. "What the fuck do they want?” he thought as he exited the Lyft and entered the building. Richard was always of the mindset that as long as he continued to produce the higher ups should just shut the fuck up and let him do his thing. He didn't know why they seemed to revel in the fact that they had the power to call him in and poke and prod him about what minute guidelines he failed to adhere to while he was closing a quarter billion dollar deal, that shit really pissed him off but he knew just like they knew; Richard was untouchable. The ding of the elevator as he reached his floor sounded more of the dooms day alarm to Richard, he was just not in the mood for their shit and in true Richard form he bypassed his office and went straight to the meeting room to get the whole thing over with. Sharon was much more calm than he had expected as she debriefed about what exactly was about to take place, she really was a good assistant and Richard was extremely impressed by the work she was able to complete in such a short time with the company. "Thank you Sharon, thank you very much" he stated right before entering the board room, Sharon with a look of dismay on her face replied "you are more than welcome Richard, now go get'm". Two hours of "dumb shit" would be how Richard best described the meeting, "countless scenarios of lames driveling about all sorts of things they couldn't handle and don't know anything about" is how he explained it to Sharon as they sat in his office. "Why on earth would they... I mean shit just doesn't make sense... Can you believe these motherfuckers want me to take another associates with me to Tokyo?" Sharon offered up nothing but a blank look on her face as she tried desperately to piece together all the curse words and find clarity in his rant. In a moment of complete poignancy Sharon asked "do you think it has anything to with you wearing the same clothes you had on yesterday?" Richard looked at her with complete rage in his eyes and fell out laughing "Sharon, you may have a point" he said as tear welled up in his eyes, that was the funniest thing he had ever heard her say and the fact that she was completely serious made it that much funnier. "Sharon, do I have anything else pressing on todays schedule?" he asked as he wiped the tears from his face "No, they asked me to move everything else on your schedule to next week because they didn't know how long the meeting would take" she replied. "Good" Richard was in no mood or condition to entertain anything else and between the visions of Lisa's titties bouncing as she rode his dick and the request to find a travel buddy for the trip to Tokyo he was mentally spent and ready to clock out as soon as possible.

Dick Ep.11

2018-03-09T16:14:00.002-08:00

"Richard, Richard, Richard!" "Richard get up!" Slowly peeling his eyelids apart he saw that beautiful silhouette once again shuffling to the bathroom "Richard you're going to be late" Lisa said as she shut the door and turned on the shower. Richard lay there puzzled, a bit bewildered as to what exactly was going on, he knew where he was only because Lisa was there but he couldn't fully remember what had happened or what he was going to be late for. It was like he had taken a trip down the rabbit hole and the splendid journey into the land of make believe had come to a screeching halt. There was no doubt he was still slightly intoxicated and by the look of the bed sheets he and Lisa had clearly had sex. As he rubbed his chest his fingers went over four of five deep grooves, he grinned knowing that Lisa must have enjoyed herself or there wouldn't be claw marks from her nails there. Trying doggedly to recall the night’s events he just laid there in the morning sun, and with the background noise of Lisa's shower slowly putting him back to sleep he thought "Oh SHIT! I'm going to be late!" Richard suddenly hoped out of bed and stumbled to the living room to retrieve his clothes. "Fuck" he thought as he looked down at his watch to see that it was already 8:45 am, there was no way he was making it in by 9:15 am, no way. Working desperately to put his life into some sort of order Richard knocked on the door of the bathroom so he could at least wash his face and brush his teeth, he had already resigned himself to wearing the same thing to work so the least he could do is be somewhat clean. "You can come in" Lisa said with that sweet southern drawl, she had just finished her shower and was drying off in front of the mirror. Richard was immediately distracted, seeing her body glistening as the water beaded up and ran down her back, her skin was glowing and as she stood there humming some little tune he once again wished he could just call out. "Richard, you can grab a wash cloth out of closet and there's extra tooth brushes under the sink,” she said while propping her leg on the tub to rub in some oil. "Thank you" Richard damn near walked straight in to the closet door for not being able to take his eye off her, she looked glorious in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and throw her back in bed. Working feverishly to make it in at a decent time Richard managed to get his clothes on, he tucked the tooth brush Lisa gave him in his back pocket, he didn't want to leave any incrementing evidence around for her boyfriend to find. While sitting on the couch waiting for his Lyft Richards mind started to flash back to scenes of how the night ended. He shook his head while entertaining the flashback of Lisa riding him, how she moaned as she grinded on his dick, how her titties bounced when she leaned forward and let her phat as clap on every stroke, how wet and warm she was; he could hear the smacking noise made her ass slapping his pelvis as he hit it from the back, how she arched up when he grabbed her hair, the gasp she made when he gripped her throat. Clearly observing that he was in a splendid sexual daze Lisa sat down beside him "that shit was amazing, huh" she said with a grin on her face like she had endured her own trip down memory lane while in the shower. "Yes it was" Richard replied as his phone began to vibrate alerting him that his ride was there, "I gotta go". Richard stood up and began walking to the door Lisa met him there and with a warm kiss on the lips and a cheeky crotch grab she sent him on his way. "What a night" Richard thought while rushing down those creaky steps of hers "What a night."

Dick Ep.10

2018-03-06T17:53:00.002-08:00

More than a little embarrassed about what had just occurred Lisa scurried onto the couch with a look as if she had just done something bad and was going to get in trouble for it. She grabbed a pillow to cover herself, it was as if she just realized she was naked and could not believe Richard had seen her that way. Not wanting to make the situation any more tense than it already was Richard stood up, wiped his beard once again and reached for Lisa's wine glass. As he took a sip he starred in her eyes with a slight smile; he was proud of his work and wanted to take a second to enjoy the splendid aftermath that was Lisa curled up on the couch trying desperately to gain her composure. "Did it please you?" Richard asked out of nowhere as he dropped the wine glass from his mouth. "What? I mean, What? Lisa replied, still a little shaken up from what he had coerced her body to do. "Did it please you?" Richard asked again, trying to remain smooth through what he felt was a hilarious situation. Lisa was totally befuddled, she didn't know what was more disorienting, the fact that she had just gushed a puddle of her own juices on the living room floor or the fact that Richard was standing in her living room, ass naked, drinking a glass of wine asking if she was pleased. Lisa busted into laughter, "yes Richard I am quiet pleased", "you are something else, you know that". Richard smiled and offered what was left of the wine to Lisa and as she reached for the glass he grabbed her by the hand, stood her up, and pulled her in close. "I want you,” he whispered in her ear as she took a sip of the wine, "I want all of you" he continued while she took another sip. With their bodies pressed together it was almost if they were slow dancing to a melody no one could hear but them, the same feelings that were shared earlier in the night at Red Lounge resurfaced and a calming ease filled the room. "I knew I shouldn't have had tequila" Lisa said under her breath, both of them busted out in laughter, before anything they were friends and it was good to still know that no matter the situation they could share in a good joke. Lisa was first to pull away from the naked slow dance that had been going on for what felt like ten minutes, as she grabbed his beer bottle and shuffled to the kitchen Richard thought to himself "if this is where the night ends its been one hell of a Thursday". Feeling it was about that time Richard began to grab his clothes, his draws had slipped far under the coffee table so he had to get down on all fours to grab them. "POW!" Richard jumped up "what the fuck!" he shouted as Lisa once again fell out in laughter. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry but I had to" she exclaimed through the tears of laughter, "when I walked out the kitchen and saw you face down, ass up I had to smack it, I'm sorry" she was laughing uncontrollably at this point. It was Richards’s turn to feel like he needed to curl up with a pillow on the couch. "You play too much" he sad with a chuckle as Lisa regained her composure. "Aww did I make you feel cheap" Lisa said with more than a smirk on her face as she offered a hug. "Yes" Richard said "and next time you smack my ass like that I better see some ones in the air" they both began to laugh, Richard was always a good sport and knew how to take a joke. Now back in Lisa's arm after gladly accepting her apologetic hug Richard decided to press the issue and see was this night really coming to an end. But, before Richard could make his move Lisa pulled away once again and this time with his hand in hers she led him out of the living room and back into her bedroom. Upon entering Lisa politely pushed Richard onto the bed, "stay here" she said as walked over to the bathroom door. Richard took great pleasure in watching her parade around in the nude, her body so bouncy and womanly, her features just perfect in his eyes. It was now almost 4 A.M. these were the kind of adventures in lust Richard craved, those nights that start off as days and end as morning were the best in his opinion and he couldn't care less about how tired he was going to be a work the next day. As the seconds past Richard began to get a little anxious "what is she doing?" he thought, she had been in there way longer than it would take to just pee or freshen up. Wanting to get up and go to the door he shifted his weight on the mattress only to be deterred by how loud it was when he moved, "shit" he whispered as he peered under the door to see the shadow of Lisa's feet moving around in the bathroom. "Hey what are...”? Richard's question was immediately met by a major "shushing" from Lisa. Sitting there looking like a child that just got their hand smacked for reaching in the cookie jar Richard could faintly hear that Lisa was talking to someone, her voice was muffled but unless she was giving herself a pre sex pep talk she was definitely talking to someone. "Oh shit,” Richard thought, had her boyfriend called to say he was coming home early, was there some sort of emergency, did she need to "phone a friend"...? A million different scenarios played out in Richards mind and if it wasn't for the damn movement sensor mattress he was sitting on and the fact that he desperately wanted to finish what had become such a great night he would have surely walked back to living room to get dressed. After what felt like minutes Richard decided he had had enough, he shifted his weight once more in an effort to get up and as soon as he did Lisa walked out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened. "Who the hell was that?" Richard said and regretted it instantly for how jealous and needy it made him sound. Lisa caught the vibe and in true Lisa form replied, "aww is big, bad Richard feeling like a side chick?". He just shook his head as clearly he was losing tonight’s "smart ass" award to a very worthy opponent, "that was my job, I called out" Lisa explained as she broke into her patented "3 day weekend" dance. "That's fucked up,” Richard said as he continued to shake his head "there’s no way I can call out tomorrow and your ass got me up 'till all hours of the night". Lisa slowly walked over to Richard, her silhouette cascading on the wall behind her as the street lights final few minutes of shine provided one last public service. Reaching Richard, Lisa put one hand on his chest, pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him with cat like elegance "and I guarantee you it will all be worth it" she whispered right before she slid her tongue slowly over his lips.

Dick Ep.9

2018-03-03T03:40:00.002-08:00

The Lyft ride took just minutes and as Richard walked up the steps to Lisa's apartment he realized that he had never actually been inside of her place, he had come over many times to pick her up but he had never been invited in. Lisa lived on the second floor of an old D.C. row home that was being renovated to house multiple apartments, arm in arm they climbed the loudly creaking stairs. It felt like they were two teenagers sneaking off to do something that if caught would have them both in big trouble. Reaching her door neither one of them had spoken a word to one another since they entered the Lyft, it was a silence that could best be described as anticipation, more intense than awkward. As she put her key in the door Richard could feel some hesitation, he knew that she was contemplating what was going to happen if she invited him in, things might never be the same between the two of them and this night had already gone too far. Without thinking Richard gently placed his hands on her shoulders and offered a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, he knew that in this moment words would only complicate things. He wanted to let her know that everything was going to be ok and that if she wanted to end the night here he would understand; though his hormones were worked into frenzy this was not just some drunken club conquest, this was Lisa his friend. That kiss to the neck served to open up much more than her door key ever could, that simple gesture put Lisa at ease and as she turned the knob she exhaled and invited him in. The glow of the streetlights dimly shone throughout her living room, inside you could make out the shapes of furniture but not much detail of anything else could be seen. Her old wooden floor creaked much like the steps, it gave the scene an eerie vibe because it was the only thing breaking the silence between the two. Lisa helped Richard navigate the room by gently grabbing his hand and with his thumb he lightly rubbed hers, her skin felt almost milky to the touch, so smooth and soft. Ushering him to the couch Richard took a seat, Lisa remained standing and spoke for the first in what felt like hours "would you like something to drink?" she asked as her voice cracked from the extended silence and the extensive drinking "I have some water and it may be a few brews in there if you want one" her southern accent, thick and sultry. "I'll take a brew" Richard replied, she laughed a little as she made her way to the kitchen to grab one. Returning to the couch with a frosty Corona and a small glass of wine she sat down next to Richard, the ease of their chemistry had returned and Lisa laid back and draped her legs over his. This was her home turf and she was acting like it, the confidence in her movements were unmistakable, she was courting Richard and she wanted to make damn certain that he knew it. After a few sips of his brew Richard placed his beer on the coffee table and began stroking her long, luscious legs, she jumped a little at first, his hands were still cold from holding the beer bottle. Her legs felt heavenly, her skin was as smooth as smooth can get, her calf’s were strong but womanly, her thighs soft and ample. Richard looked over to Lisa her eyes were low, lips pursed and as she delicately caressed the rim of her wine glass she sunk just a little deeper into the cushions of the couch. She knew what she was doing, this was a grown woman letting him know in no subtle terms that you can have anything you want if you're willing to come and get it. Acknowledging her invite Richard turned towards her and let his hand ride all the way up to her ass, he gripped it roughly and leaned in, their lips met and pressed together firmly. It was as if a time bomb of pent up sexual energy was just detonated, what started off slowly quickly progressed to a full on display of mutual infatuation. As Lisa sat her wine glass down Richard grabbed her by the neck and lightly sunk his teeth in before kissing and licking down to her chest. She moaned as she feverishly unbuttoned his pants and groped his dick. Richard being the Leo that he was stood up and took of his shirt he wanted her to see him and as she gazed at his ripped body heaving in excitement she slowly moved towards him, without breaking eye contact she pulled down his boxers and opened her mouth so that he may enter. With one hand one his rear and the other stroking his chest she began to suck his dick like his and his alone could provide her with the antidote to her needs. Richard groaned as she took him in deeper and deeper, this felt like nothing he had ever experienced, her mouth was wet and warm, her spit was flowing down to his balls and her tongue was performing gymnastics that was fitting for Cirque Du Soleil. The sounds she made while pleasing him turned him on just as much as the action itself, she was enjoying this moment, she was reveling in the fact that she knew he liked it, she knew she was good at it and she knew she was in full control. In an effort to postpone certain climax Richard reached down and grabbed Lisa by both sides of her face, raising her slowly she popped his dick out of her mouth like a popsicle, he quivered and she giggled knowing exactly what affect it would have. As she rose they starred into one another’s eyes, each could see that the other was thoroughly enjoying what was taking place. Upon standing Richard bent down and kissed her deeply while grabbing a fist full of her hair with one hand and undoing her bra with the other. It was Richard's turn to please her and he couldn't wait to see how she taste. As her bra hit the floor Richard guided Lisa back down to the couch, their mouths were still interlocked as he slid her skirt and panties off. Richard moved slowly down her body making sure to give the proper attention to every part of this beautiful creature. Her breasts were supple and full, he had always dreamt of how they looked and they didn't disappoint. He grabbed each of them while he sucked on her nipples and licked around her areola's. She was absolute perfection, her skin tasted of cocoa and as he moved his way south he was intoxicated by the perfume of her vagina. Richard let his tongue creep down the valley of her bikini line, one hand still firmly gripping her breast and the other lifting her ass to provide the appropriate angle. He teased her as he licked down past her womb and around to the other side, she shook as he allowed his tongue to lightly graze her clit as he made his way back to where he started. Taking a slight step back he could see her pussy pulsating as her heavenly juices ran down her lips, he inched forward slowly letting her feel his breath as he slid his tongue inside of her. She tasted of diced pineapples. Lisa let out a muted moan as he pursed his lips over her clit and moved his tongue back and forth. Richard knew how to please a woman and he was taking great pleasure in displaying that all of the sex conversations they had had in the past were not just talk. Lisa was in a state of pure bliss, it had been so long since she had dealt with a man that knew what to do and how to do it. Her whole body was shaking, Richard was sucking on her clit and had now placed two fingers in her vagina and began to place pressure against her G spot. "This nigga is a surgeon" she thought as his tongue performed in ways she had never experienced before, she felt like something was about to explode, she had climaxed before but never like this. She grabbed Richards bald head and wanted to push him away and bring him closer all at the same time, she didn't know what she was feeling and didn't know what to do about it. Her moans became louder and almost felt like she was getting light headed. Richard did not stop his pursuit, he had her right where he wanted her and was intent on finishing the job. The more pressure he applied the more he sucked and licked her clit, her juices were flowing into his beard and he knew it was only a matter of time before she relinquished control and spouted in pleasure. His hand moved from gripping her breast to entering her mouth, she sucked on his fingers as he was sucking on her clit. Her muffled screams were music to his ears and as she wrapped her thighs around his head as her body continued to shake. He knew it was coming. Lisa dug her nails into Richards back, her teeth bit into his fingers and with a lasting lick her love exploded all over the couch, his beard was dripping with her sweet juices. She had cum harder than ever before and with Richard still applying pressure inside of her she continued squirt.

Dick Ep.8

2018-03-02T02:09:00.000-08:00

By the time the DJ switched up the tempo Richard and Lisa had made a pact that this night was going to go further than any other before, nothing was said but they could feel each other’s energy. What would normally be glances now grew to stares, the two found a strange sense of comfort in the eyes of the other. It was as if their insides knew that this had to happen and tonight was the night. As the night continued Richard and Lisa couldn't keep their hands off of one another, their touches were not overly sexual but more like they wanted to remain close enough to feel each other’s energy. A slight grab of the waste or hand placed on the small of the back was enough to send chills through their bodies. Every glance ended with a smile of confirmation that this was the real thing. The night was drawing to a close and it was time for the crew to decide where they were going to grab a late night meal to help soak up all that alcohol, it was Thursday for God's sake and all of them had to be at work in the morning. Trying desperately not to make it obvious Richard and Lisa kept their distance while leaving Red Lounge, they did not want to alert the crew as to what was about to go down once breakfast was over. Not only would them walking hand in hand down the street in the other girls presence make it awkward for everyone involved, Lisa wasn't exactly single and neither was Richard. Lisa was stuck in a long-term relationship that began with a short lived spark. On her drunken nights she often professed how she wished he would just cheat or leave to make the breakup easier, she wasn't good at that sort of confrontation and saw no end to the arrangement she found herself in. Richard had met her boyfriend on more than one occasion and could tell immediately that he was entirely too soft to handle a woman like Lisa. Lisa needed a man that could lead without controlling, she needed excitement, and passion, she needed a man like him. Richard on the other hand was always coming out of some temporary situation; he never shied away from playing house with the latest chick to spark his interest. If being in a relationship was what they wanted it was fine with him but he always gave full disclosure that he was not interested in marriage and he had often cheated in the relationships he was in. Women seemed to take his proclamation as a personal challenge, he couldn't count the number of times he heard them say "well that's because you've never had a woman like me..." he found it comical so he gladly played along. Laughter filled the streets as the crew stumbled to Ben's Chili Bowl to pig out on a few half smokes. By some stroke of luck they were able to find a booth and place their order without the normal wait that could sometimes cause folks to call it a night and just head home. Monique and Candace plopped down on one side of the booth leaving Richard and Lisa to sit beside each other on the other side. Lisa sat down first and a soon as Richard joined her she lightly placed her hand in his lap and began to stroke his inner thigh. Richard smiled as she continued to move higher up his leg while he retold the story of Monique knocking a man down on the dance floor as she twerked him into submission during the DJ's GO-GO set. He couldn't figure out if Lisa was being so aggressive because she was drunk or she just didn't give a shit about the girls being there and sitting in a place where all of D.C. could see them. Per usual Richard didn't spend much time trying to figure out the why, he was much more focused on the what and the what that was happening under the table had him hard as a rock. If it was up to him he would throw Lisa on the table right now and fuck her like the world was coming to an end but given the current circumstances that might be frowned upon. With the food all but gone it was time for everyone to start making his or her way home, it was a little after 2 A.M. and no one was very excited about the thought of waking up for work in the morning. Candace and Monique lived fairly close to each other in Alexandria so they usually shared a Lyft on the way home. Richard lived about 10 blocks away and Lisa stayed about the same distance but in the opposite direction. As the other girls put in their Lyft request Richard turned to Lisa and asked "is your man coming to pick you up or you catching a ride?" he was absolutely fishing for information to see exactly how this night was going to end. With a smile on her face Lisa replied "no, he's out of town so I'll probably just catch a ride" her hand had risen to the point where she was stroking the head of his dick and he felt like he was about to explode. "Oh shit, our Lyft is already here,” Candace blurted out as she looked for the waitress to get their check. "Y'all go head, I got you" Richard said in an effort to get them away from the table as fast as possible, the thoughts of Lisa's breasts pressed against his face as she ride him flashed through his mind while she continued to stroke him under the table. "OK, thanks Rich..." it was at that moment the girls finally got a glimpse of what was going on, trying to make sense of it all through the fog of intoxication and chili sauce they just busted out laughing and they made their way to the door "have fun y'all" Monique yelled over her shoulder right before the doors closed. Lisa's head was laying on Richard's shoulder by the time he paid for the meal; Richard could not hide the fact that beyond what was going on under the table he was really enjoying this moment with Lisa. The fact that they were even in this position was funny, the two started out hating each other when they first met and though they moved in the same circles they made it a point to never be in the same room at the same time. Richard was in mid daydream when Lisa whispered in his ear with that sultry Carolina accent "I want you to take me home" they both knew that though it was now well past 2 A.M. their night had just begun.

Dick Ep.7

2018-03-01T18:24:00.000-08:00

The crew was in rare form as they exited the Lyft and bypassed the line at Red Lounge; this was a spot they have gone to so many time that security knew all their faces and always let them in. Once they drunkenly navigated the steps Richard b-lined it to the bar to fulfill the promise he made in the car. " Four shots of Casamigos chilled please and a bottle of Rosé" Richard always knew how to get the party started and though all of the girls constantly proclaimed they hated tequila that’s all he would ever order. Lisa gave him the meanest side eye after seeing what the bartender had poured; she was always against tequila because how it "made" her act. Richard shot her a devilish wink and proceeded to gather the rest of girls for the celebratory shot. As they raised their glasses Richard gave his signature toast, the same toast his mother said he gave as a toddler when they would pretend to celebrate with apple juice "to the good life" he proclaimed and just like that the second half of the night had begun. Red Lounge was one of those places that always seemed to bring out the fun in everyone, the places just had a vibe that allowed you to let your hair down and not worry about what tomorrow would bring. The ambiance was built with good music, dim lighting, and plenty of private sections where you could escape the crowd and have a one on one conversation. As was the customary ritual when the crew was in the building Candace sprinted to the dance floor immediately after she finishing her shot; she would likely be there the entire night. Music did something to Candace when she was inebriated, it was like she was possessed when she heard the latest trap song and she would carry that big ole ass to the dance floor and get to slinging it like a stripper. It was really a site to be hold when she was in her zone and what made it even more shocking was that Candace, in her regular life is a reserved, almost timid I.T. geek. She worked at a huge consulting firm and spent most days buried in a keyboard and watching a computer screen. Monique on the other hand would avoid the dance floor at all cost; she had one little two-step and body roll move she perfected and would drop any time she was forced out there by the other girls. Monique much preferred sitting in a section and taking selfie after countless selfie, her every move could be seen on SnapChat and she was affectionately dubbed Hype Williams for all the things she recorded when the crew really got to acting out. The night rolled on, drinks were flowing and the DJ was knee deep in a dirty south set that had the whole club jumping. Richard, fresh off the dance floor headed back to the bar to order another drink; he spilled his last one while dancing with this little light skin chick who lost her mind once she heard "Cash Money taking over for the '99 and 2000!” While chopping it up with the bartender he spotted Lisa at the end of the bar, she involved in the adult version of show and tell and was clearly trying to be nice to the gentlemen desperately working to impress her as he dangled his Porsche key ring and tugged on his Gucci belt. Richard giggled at the typical young, black, professional peacocking that was running rampant in the city. It was comical how every conversation centered around what someone did for a living or how they couldn’t stand paying the rent at their high rise apartment any longer. In an effort to provide Lisa with an easy out he called her name and gestured for her to come over to where he was standing, she most happily obliged. "So that's your new boo?" Richard asked when she made her way over, clearly annoyed with the whole conversation she replied "shut up and lets take a shot" her thick southern drawl was secretly such a turn on for Richard and hearing it at that moment drove him crazy. As the bartender served up two more shots of tequila the DJ slowed his southern mix and played what was globally known as a college grinding anthem "you ain't gotta say too much from the look in your eyes..." were the words that blared from the speakers. Everyone in the club went crazy, it was moments like this that made the vibe at Red Lounge so special, moments where a simple lyric could transport you back in time, to a place where things were simpler, fun was easy to come by and consequences didn't exist. After taking their shots Richard grabbed Lisa's hand, spun her around and pulled her backside in close, there was no way they were wasting such a good song by not dancing. As she grinded her hips to the beat he swayed his in effort to match her rhythm, you see dancing like this wasn't just dancing, no this was what he considered real peacocking. Having the ability to move as she moved, grind as he grinded, and keeping it all on beat was the closes thing to sex and when you found that partner that did it just right it felt like no one in the club existed but the two of you. Before either of the two them realized it three songs had passed and their bodies had become so tightly pressed to one another that it looked like one. The smell of Lisa’s hair was intoxicating and her skin had a subtle glow on it from all the dancing. As he lightly caressed her shoulders it felt like the morning dew blessed her, her skin was warm and damp and the thoughts that began to flood his mind gave him chills. Richard and Lisa had danced many times before but it was never like this, Richard was engulfed by her presence and as she looked back at him and pulled him in closer he knew he wasn't alone.

Dick Ep.6

2018-02-23T15:29:00.001-08:00

Richard's face went blank; all the cool, calm demeanor he usually exuded was sucked out of him in that moment. The man in the blues suit's eyes felt like they were peering into Richard's soul, his facial expression had an intensity to it and Richard knew that he meant business. In that moment of pause Richard really didn't know what to feel, he was confused, pissed off, and intrigued about this whole ordeal but what he wasn't was scared. For some odd reason that feeling of doom was still not present, he wondered why out of all times his instincts had warned him of some nearby threat that this time they would go silent, how could that be? As Richard cleared his throat to offer an explanation to the man in the blue suit he heard someone’s voice in the distance, it was a females voice that sounded very familiar. Richard turned in his chair and then back to the man in the blue "did you hear that?" he asked, the man in the blue suits face was stoic and offered no response. The woman's voice continued to get louder and louder, Richard could not quite make out what she was saying but it had gotten to the point where he knew the man in the blue suit had to be hearing the same thing he was. "You don't hear that woman, you don't hear her hollering,” he asked, "You don't hear her?" Richard sprung out of his seat in a panic, was he having a nervous breakdown he thought, Richard began to pace the room; it felt as if the voice he heard was now coming out of the walls. Feeling as though the whole room was caving in Richard hollered out "You have to hear her, you don't hear her, you don't..." Suddenly Richard sat up with a gasp. His eyes opened quickly and as he looked around he saw the faces of his female friends that he invited out for the celebratory happy hour. Their eyes looked panicked. Lisa put her hand on his shoulder and asked if he was ok? Bewildered as to what had just happened and what was now going on Richard replied, "ummm, I think so" laughter filled the car as all the girls fell out at his response. Candace who was in the front seat said "Richard do you need us to take you home, we thought you were supposed to be a party animal?'' everyone, including the Lyft driver was laughing at this point. Lisa, who still had her hand on Richard's shoulder managed to speak in spite of the tears rolling down her face "you passed out silly, we're on our way to Red Lounge". Richard could do nothing but smile; the whole encounter with man in the blue suit was all a drunken dream. He had met up with his friends as planned and went a little too hard with the sake bombs at Sushi Rock. As he joined in the laughter all he could think of was how real that dream felt, shaking his head he said "hey, first round is on me when we get to Red Lounge" the girls let out a big cheer as the Lyft driver cranked up the music and the celebration continued.

Dick Ep.5

2018-02-22T14:41:00.000-08:00

"We need to talk..." Richard quietly repeated as he let the elevator doors close "and how the fuck does he know my name?" Richard thought while watching the man walk into his office. Richard was baffled at what had just transpired, this man just shows up in the elevator, looking like a million bucks and somehow knows my name and clearly where my office is. It just didn't make sense, was it the head of HR? Was it a corporate headhunter that had the balls to come all the way into the office just to woo Richard to another company? "Not dressed like that,” Richard thought. As he walked slowly back to his office Richard was full of all kinds of emotions but what surprisingly wasn't there was that feeling of doom he had been dealing with for the majority of the day. For some reason Richard felt more intrigue than anything else, he was almost excited at the thought of what was to come next. Everything was a big game to Richard; he rarely gave dyer situations the level of respect most would feel they deserve. For Richard he always knew that somehow, someway things were going to be all right and he had the power to win any exchange. Richard was the walking affirmation of a store of self help books, it might sound unreasonable to most but he took great pride in the fact that he made himself what he was today and no one could ever take that away from him. As Richard entered his office he could do nothing but chuckle at the site of the man sitting at his desk, in his chair "this motherfucker here' Richard thought as he hung his coat and satchel. Pulling out a seat Richard himself had never sat in he prepared himself for whatever was next to come, seeing as how eventful the morning had been he couldn't wait to find out what new twist this day was going to take. The man in the blue suit pulled closer to the desk, crossed his arms, leaned in and said "So Richard, how’s your day going?" Richard answered with a smirk on his face "outstanding, and yours?’ The man leaned back in the chair as to gather his breath before he delivered his rebuttal "Richard, do you know who I am?" Richard couldn't control his mind from racing through every feasible scenario that could have brought this man to his office but he answered quickly "absolutely not". The man smirked, as he knew he was in full control of the situation and was taking great pleasure with the cat and mouse game he had initiated. What could have only been seconds felt like an eternity, Richard was growing impatient with this pseudo quid pro quo, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Hey look man" Richard blurted out as he leaned towards the desk "you're holding up my day with all this where's Waldo crap" Richards signature certified smart-ass lingo was now on full display. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about or should I just..." Richard paused as the man casually logged into his desktop computer. "What the fuck" Richard whispered out loud even though he meant for it to be kept as a thought. The man in blue suit wasted no time as he went straight to Richard's locked files, entered another passcode and pulled up a document labeled R.N.O. breaking his silence the man turned from the screen, looked Richard straight in the eyes and said "looks like we found Waldo".

Dick Ep.4

2018-02-20T16:47:00.002-08:00

With the mornings business taken care of in such spectacular fashion Richard deemed it pointless to spend any more time in the office, there was nothing that was going to happen for the rest of the day that could possibly match the success of the Hitachi meeting. So feeling very confident about his executive decision to cancel the rest of the day he gathered his things and made a b-line to the elevator; it was time to celebrate. After a few quick passing conversations with the powers that be about how well the meeting went and some additional kind words to Sharon after he reminded her to keep his Friday afternoon schedule light he finally reached elevator. Richard knew exactly where he wanted to go first to get the party started and grabbed his phone to see if he could convince a few of his lady friends to take a long lunch and meet him at Sushi Rock, a nice little restaurant with good sushi and killer drink specials. Busy grinning at his phone while reading the responses to his requests the elevator doors opened and suddenly that feeling of doom he had earlier in the day returned. The excitement of the meeting and the drama with Sharon had made him forget all about how his day started, he still didn't know why he felt the way he felt this morning. As Richard looked up from his phone he was startled once again by what he saw standing in the elevator but this time it was by a face that he had never seen before. A man seemingly in his mid fifties was standing patiently at the back of the elevator; he wore a well-put together, blue three-piece suit and some cherry brown Tom Ford wingtips. His hair was salt and pepper with dark roots and silver streaks that ended in a close taper at the back of his neck. The man's paisley tie was offset with a deep ox blood pocket square and he smelled of Versace cologne. On the man's wrist was a timepiece Richard had only seen on Instagram or in GQ magazine; it was Audemars Piguet Royal Oak Quartz with a diamond bezel. To say Richard was a little taken aback would be and understatement, he had dealt with CEO's of major companies from all over the world but never had he seen a man put together with such detail and luxury. The man in the elevator exuded success and Richard had to find out who he was and what he was doing at his office. "Sir, may I help you?" Richard blurted out and instantly felt like he was an employee at the Gap or some other retail store. The man hearing Richards question took a deep breath and said "I don't know, maybe...” For some reason his response sent chills up Richard's spine, it wasn't what he said that was so jarring it was the way in which he said it and the look on his face when they made eye contact. The man had a look of what could best be described as royal impatience with the entire situation even though Richard had only said few words. Without breaking eye contact the man walked to the front of the elevator and brushed Richard as he passed. Richard was stuck. With a confused face and mind racing with questions about the brief but deeply jarring encounter he turned around to see what the hell had just happened. The man in the blue suit was now calmly and confidently walking down the hall way in the direction of Richards office, "what the hell is going on" thought Richard as he pressed the elevator button to prevent the doors from closing. Richard spoke up again "Sir! Can I help?" he said sternly as he was also getting a little frustrated with the peculiar nature of the whole encounter. The man, now walking like he was on a stroll in the park with his hand folded behind his back answered without breaking stride, "Richard we need to talk."

Dick Ep.3

2018-02-18T03:21:00.002-08:00

Sharon's soliloquy was finally coming to an end and Richards mind regained focus on the task at hand, the Hitachi account meeting was in less than an hour and he was feeling a little less than prepared. After assuring Sharon that though her time here was brief she proved to be a valuable asset and wishing her the best on her new life in Dallas, Richard walked down the hallway from his office to the executive boardroom. He wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for the meeting, he had been overseeing this account for six months now and with the visit of the Hitachi's notoriously temperamental CEO looming things needed to be flawless. Richard knew that beyond facts and figures the way to win over the big wigs was with the thoughtful details of the room. Presenting expensive gifts with deeper meanings always proved to be a winning play when meeting with the upper echelon from foreign countries. A simple Blue Label bottle of Johnnie Walker and an engraved glass went a long way towards smoothing over any concerns one may have about the business at hand. Richard had spent time taking notes on how to excel at the nuances of high level business meeting while he worked his way up the ranks. He had seen multimillion-dollar deals be made or fall through because of the slightest gesture or misstep. This level of corporate canoodling was all a big game and Richard considered himself the MVP.

Though meeting with Sharon was over and he was now fully prepared for the Hitachi meeting Richard still felt off, that feeling of doom that he experienced in the elevator had lingered even after Ms. Chicken Little's grand proclamation. What is it? He wondered as he finished uploading the two hour presentation of sales statistics and projections that was sure to wow the Hitachi group and ease any trepidation they may have as the marketing campaign moved into its final stretch. By noon the big meeting had come to a close; Richard had preformed wondrously and as he ushered Mr. Higashihara and his partners to the elevator he felt a huge sense of relief. Not only was the Hitachi deal moving forward, Mr. Higashihara approved an additional marketing campaign for their new automotive systems branch. The new deal would need to be finalized and Mr. Higashihara insisted this meeting take place in Tokyo as he would take great pleasure in showing Richard all of the best his city had to offer. After a few handshakes and awkward bows the most important part of the week had come to a close and as the elevator doors shut Richard returned to his office with that signature, devilish grin on his face. He knew all too well the type of shenanigans those CEO types like to get into when they host outsiders at their home cities and Richard was all for it. These types of perks are what he loved most about his job; he reveled in those moments where the lines between risk and want were the blurriest. What Richard knew and what most didn't want to admit is with enough money you can get away with just about anything but with power you can absolutely have it all. A life without the two just seemed pointless to him, each painfully boring day followed by another. He was not interested in that sort of life at all; he much preferred excitement to security; "risk it all on every play" was his mantra "and let the chips fall where they may".

Dick Ep.2

2018-02-16T15:59:00.000-08:00

Richard wasn't surprised by the news, his intuition had never lead him astray so he knew once he felt that feeling in the elevator this day was going to get just a little more interesting. As Sharon nervously fumbled over her words in an attempt to properly dress the issue so that it would be a softer blow Richard finally shouted "Enough, Sharon what is the problem?” Sharon fell silent, she had never heard Richard speak to her or anyone else in such a tone. Richard, realizing the force behind his words put his hand on Sharon's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her and gently repeated the statement, "Sharon what is the problem?” Now nearing Richard's office he took off his jacket and hung it neatly on the hook, Sharon walked in right behind him and sat down in an effort to compose herself and her thoughts. Richard placed his satchel on the desk, sat in his chair and offered Sharon the question for what he sincerely hoped was the last time; "Sharon, what is the problem?” As Sharon looked up he noticed that her eyes had begun to well up with tears, she was noticeably shaken by the news she had to report. She began to sniffle and as she grabbed a tissue off of his desk he could see her hand trembling. Richard's mind began to file through a million scenarios of what the problem could be. Just like when he was a kid he began to play back all of the things that he did that no one had ever found out about, was it the happy hour rendezvous with the receptionist? He knew that would come back to haunt him, she's married and her husband probably found out. All Richard could think about was how utterly wrong and totally exhilarating it was for them to have sex in the bathroom of The Diner when they decided to get a late night meal after a night of tequila shots. Or maybe someone had found out about the doctored up expense report from his trip to Vegas last year? He knew it was a major risk to expense an extra night and upgrade to the presidential suite at the Hard Rock but when you're operating in a cloud of cocaine and lust there isn't any reason to believe that your love for Mizz Kandi isn't real. As Sharon finally got herself together Richard had thought of at least five other missteps that probably was the reason for his immediate termination and probable criminal charges being filed. At this point he was already over the whole situation and just starred at Sharon with a dumb look of impatience on his face. Sharon cleared her throat and spoke up "Richard... I have to resign". "Are you fucking kidding me?" he blurted out before he could convince his lips not to say what his mind was thinking. "Is that it?" the follow up question that stung Sharon even more than the first. He could see her reaction and hurriedly went into damage control mode. "No Sharon, I meant, you can't be leaving now, not with all that we have going on right now, I need you". Sharon's demeanor changed as she now felt Richard deemed her important and with a face full of pride she explained that her resignation was due to her husband getting offered a position in Dallas and they would be moving at the end of the month. As she went on about how great it was to work there and how she thought he was such a great boss all Richard could think of was "I can't believe she had me shook like that lol I gotta get my shit together'.

Dick Ep.1

2018-02-15T15:54:00.000-08:00

It was a day no different than any other. He woke up at the same time as usual to the familiar sounds of the city; an orchestra of sirens, car horns, and the familiar sound of the Thursday trash pickup that signified the week was almost over. As he gathered his thoughts he managed to win the battle of procrastination by fighting his way out of his oh so comfortable bed. An awesome newly purchased comforter had him sleeping like a baby these past couple of nights and just yesterday he had lost that battle and ended up being 15 minutes late to work. Making his way to the bathroom to preform his morning routine he shuffled around like a man twice his age, years of playing sports rewarded him with knees and ankles that didn't quite work properly until they were warmed up and had a good cracking. Today was a big day at the office, a very important client had flown in from Japan to check on the progress of their highly anticipated international Ad campaign so he wanted to make sure he got to work early. Most days a polo and some slacks were more than acceptable office attire but today was definitely a suit type day. So as he shaved his head he mentally put together what jacket and pant combination he was going to adorn for such an important occasion The morning was going completely to plan; now freshly shaved and dressed he made his was downstairs to prepare a quick protein shake for the 20-minute walk to work. Spring had just hit and he was ecstatic about being able to get in some extra cardio during his morning commute. Taking a taxi for such a short distance gets old quick and paying the exorbitant fairs gets old even quicker. Protein shake made, satchel on, keys in hand and he was out the door. "Man I'm making great time,” he thought as he hopped off the last step of his stoop and began the walk to work. It was a beautiful morning in the city, one of those mornings where the warm breeze kisses your skin and immediately puts you in a great mood. The trees lining the sidewalk had just begun to sprout the first few buds of the season. Birds could be heard chirping away on the branches and little squirrels were busy scurrying up and down the trunks. Spring was definitely here and the city was alive. After making a left onto K St. and then a right on 13th he was about 5 minutes away. The new album by Nipsey Hussle had just dropped the night before so he had his headphones on full blast as he bobbed his head to what was turning out to be a classic. Reaching work in record time he gave a head nod to security as he swiped his badge and winked at the receptionist with a devilish grin on his face. Three days ago she joined him for happy hour at Marvin's and things got a little less than professional. Hoping on the elevator he began to mentally prepare for the day, it was a short ride to the 11th floor but he always liked to use this time to get his mind prepared for the morning’s agenda. Just as he was reaching his floor he felt a weird feeling come over him, it damn near made what little hair he had on the back of his neck stand up. He always had been a person that could sense when something were off or wrong. As the elevator doors opened he was startled by an abrupt greeting from Sharon, his new office assistant, "Richard I am so glad that you are here, we have a huge problem!"

The Fog

2018-01-11T09:20:00.001-08:00

Yesterday I was thinking about how screwed up my brain has become and I have definitely found the reason why. Well, I have definitely found one of the reasons why because there is clearly a packed house at this party of dysfunction. But I digress... "Multitasking" as it was called at its inception has lead me to lack the ability to maintain focus on any one thing for any great length of time. Remember when being able to toggle between two or three different activities was the new hot thing? Multitasking was so popular it became a resume highlight under "Skills' like you wouldn't believe the ability I have to lose focus, redirect focus, and regain focus lol. But somewhere along the way, probably with the invention and mutation of the cellphone, multitasking became an extreme inability to place your singular attention on anything. I know I am not the only one that struggles to do one thing unless it is accompanied by at least three other things with the constant being my cell phone. It is really sad at this point. I am serious, the other day I was about to go to the bathroom and got back up, pulled my pants up and walked back out to the living room to retrieve my phone before I could relieve myself. And even when I do have my phone I can't just be on one app, no I have at least three or four going at the same time. Mindlessly switching between Instagram, Facebook, ESPN, and the oh so deadly new comer "The Group Chat". It's outrageous at this point. Multitasking has morphed in to a complete state of mental confusion and created a fog of complete fuckery that devours productivity at first sight. People, we must fight back. We must not go quietly into the night... reclaiming our ability to focus is what's going to set us apart. When all around us are dancing like junkies, pining for that next virtual fix we will be the ones who guide the culture to its righteous destiny (full disclosure; I reached for my phone in the middle of typing that sentence... I need help smh). But onward!!! To help in this endeavor I have taken up the habit of morning meditation. Training my mind to focus has been a task but I feel it is necessary to conquer the battle front of mental clarity. Failure is not an option! So let us all pursue the goal of becoming more mindful, more present, less busy and more focused. We can do it! I think.

PS. I am changing the skills portion of my resume to read "Ability to focus on a singular task for as long as it takes to be completed."

Life Quotes

2017-10-23T16:26:00.002-07:00

“The only thing I know is at some point it will all be worth it.” Juice

Life Quotes

2017-10-22T10:02:00.001-07:00

“Even the fall feels like flying.” Juice

Life Quotes

2017-10-22T08:15:00.000-07:00

“Right pieces to the wrong puzzle.” Juice

Reservoir Dogs

2017-10-12T19:47:00.000-07:00

So it’s 2017 and not much has changed, yes we are more technologically advanced then anyone in the century prior could have ever imagined, true we have made substantial progress as it relates to general education and all things learned, and yes we as a people know more about whatever there is to know than our ancestors ever did. But, as it relates to race, respect, and perspective we have only moved inches towards a goal that was established post slavery; pushed during the civil rights movement, and somehow abandoned in the years since. Why is it that in 2017 I as a black man have to stand behind such monikers as Black Lives Matter, I Cant Breathe, and Hands Up Don’t Shoot? Why in 2017 is a man ostracized, vilified, boycotted, and banned just for peacefully protesting during the National Anthem? Why in the hell in 2017 do we have a president that viciously reprimands those who play a game and exercise their constitutional rights, but defends a Lynch mob committing hate crimes only an hour away from our nations capital? Why?

I have thought about the state of this country’s racial climate many times, it has enraged me, befuddled me, and almost driven me to tears. But at the end of all of that I am left with this; white people see black people in the same light that a person sees their dog or pet. Read it again if need be. I offer this scenario and I hope you find truth in it. I have “owned” pets my entire life. I grew up in a farm like environment where dogs were a staple. My family has multiple pages in every photo album dedicated to the dogs we’ve owned throughout the years. Now as a dog owner you come to realize that your responsibility is almost parental, that dog depends on you for guidance, food, companionship and discipline. As the dog matures it develops a personality of its own. It has likes and dislikes, certain things provoke it to operate in a certain manner, and eventually it begins to test the boundaries of its ownership. Now when a dog gets to the point where it begins to test the boundaries of its owner it is time for that owner to instill some discipline into the dog. Everyone goes about disciplining their pets in all sorts of ways. I have seen everything from verbal scolding to physical reprimanding and full on abuse. But, no matter what this fact remains, it doesn’t matter what you do to that dog or how poorly you treat them, if that dog ever snaps at you it’s a bad dog. Take that in for a second... You could treat that dog like it was the worst thing on earth, kick it, slam it, not feed it, or keep it outside from one season to the next and with all of that it better not ever retaliate, it better not ever snap at its “master”. That’s how white people view black people. That’s why they are up in arms with our level of social unrest. That’s why Black Lives Matter pisses them off. That’s why NFL players kneeling during the National Anthem causes their blood to boil. That’s why Trump called them son of a bitches while proclaiming a lynch mob had good folks in it... A loyal dog should never bite its owner under no circumstances.

There are white folks that see the proud acts of defiance from a people they once “owned” as betrayal. They feel as though we (black people) should be forever grateful that they gave us freedom. “They gave us freedom” Like being free isn’t an unalienable “human” right! There are white people out there that feel this way and don’t even know it, they don’t know why they are against us but they are. They’re not racist, they don’t hate blacks, they just feel like things works best when everyone plays their “part”. For the ones that don’t get it, it is a complete waste of time trying to figure out why they don’t get it; because they don’t have to. I don’t bother to empathize with the struggles of my pets either, whatever they are going through is for them to figure out on their time as long it doesn’t interfere with the house rules... The plight of a minority is never the problem of the majority. Well, at least not until that minority stops asking and starts dictating the terms, but that’s another rant for another day.

What I will say is this, we are not your dogs and we are not slaves, we are not afraid and we are more than capable. We are not interested in playing our role or keeping things respectful. We are sick and more than tired of your shit. We matter and if you can’t understand why than we will be happy to show you.

Life Quotes

2017-01-18T17:49:00.000-08:00

"You can't wallow in your own shit and then complain that your life stinks." Juice

Road to perdition

2017-01-16T19:45:00.000-08:00

I often feel like somewhere pretty early on in life I chose a road that maybe wasn't meant for me but now I'm on it and I have no choice but to make the best of it. It's like this path has become my story and whether I like or not I'm going to have to figure out how to navigate it or I will die on this lonely, tortuous road without ever making the mark I was meant to make. Or maybe that's just it, my mark will be made by navigating these circumstances, by never giving up and finishing the fight. I can't lie, I'm tired and it seems like the obstacles are unrelenting while help has come slow or not at all. Yes the path is rough, and yes it seems to be my burden in life, so yes I will continue to do what needs to be done to survive. You can't boast about your strength and then complain about having to be strong. So onward I go...

Life Qoutes

2017-01-16T18:50:00.000-08:00

"Thank God I don't look like what I've been through."