For me, it’s not only feeling good, it’s feeling safe and wanted, feeling loved.”I felt bad, realizing I over reacted. Kelly was right. Our sexu...l connection was so much more than physical pleasure. When we were engaged in sex there was something other than lust. There was love and caring.“I’m the one who needs to apologize, sweetie, I took what you said the wrong way. You’re absolutely right about what you said. I guess I’m too sensitive, that’s all. I don’t want you to ever feel you have to. ‘I have pride.’ Trin said. ‘In what.’ Nancy said. Her tongue sliced Trin like a knife. Trin sat there silently. Stupefied. The sweep second hand of the clock drug along. Fifteen seconds. Thirty. Forty-Five. A full minute passed. ‘Do you see a problem here?’ Nancy said. Trin would have grunted but she was afraid Nancy would compliment her. ‘So I should be proud I’m an aging fat lesbian seductress.’ She said sarcastically. ‘How many awards have you won for your artwork.’ She asked. Trin lapsed. I called her my ebony goddess, my Cleopatra and my Nubian queen. I treated her real good. I was always respectful, generous and kind to her. I tried to protect her from her worst self. Whenever she had a problem, I was either there or I told her I wanted to be there. Taking care of every need and fear. I thought that’s how a real man treats a woman, you know? Not for me all the player bullshit that so many young ( and not so young ) Black men espouse. I was the good Black man. The nice guy. The. With a leather belt. Very erotic. You didn't even acknowledge the author!" I chose it because you posted a comment that the story made you think about the fuzz on my tender arms." She ran her fingers beneath the sleeve of her jacket, emphasising the thinness of her wrist."How did you know I meant you?" You stare at me sometimes. No one else looks at me like that. It makes me shiver." How did you know I'd posted the comment?" Your net-name is in the file where you keep all your account details.