Excerpt: A Slow Storm

"A Slow Storm"

I'm a bitch, and I know it. I'm good at it, and everyone else knows it. So why should i hide this extraordinary ability to cut through the bullshit, and get to the point. Truth be told, I wasn't always quite so clear headed, but loving women really puts the screws to anything closely resembling diplomacy.

"First off, I think you're hot. I want to dig my hands into your hair, kiss your mouth, and make you come til it hurts. Now, what was it you wanted to say to me?"

Tanya sputtered into her coffee, , and quite astonishingly twitched her nose. I've never seen a woman twitch her nose before. But maybe it's because it's long and narrow, like some white woman's noses are.