It’s a golden October in New Orleans. Rashid is coming back today, which makes everything even more golden. He’ll be stateside for almost two months but with a lot of travelling involved. But he’ll be in New Orleans over the weekends, sometimes more. We talked a lot over breakfast that morning after he told me … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (3)
To say that my relationship with Rashid was off to a bit of a rocky start is definitely an understatement. Rashid is my own personal James Bond, only better. James Bond is a fictional character, for starters. Rashid – obviously! – is not. He works for a super-secret ancient society called the Talamasca, and they … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (2)
My lips brush against his, light as a feather. It’s not even a kiss. It’s more like a question, an invitation for more. There’s no pressure, just a hopeful touch of soft lips. Please, kiss me back. But we’re frozen in this moment. There’s no response. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. What have I … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (11)
Soso and I quickly set into a routine. I take her to school every morning by bus. She's excited that it's not her normal school bus (I don't live on any of their routes) and proudly shows me off to her friends and school teacher. I've met Ms Harris before. Josie planned for her absence … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (10)
When we reach Rashid's hotel, it is around midday. He's so paying the next round (of whatever). I suspect he let me win despite my unfairly acquired advantage – it was a very close call – but I take my victories as they come. Unfortunately our date is nearing its end. I need to get … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (9)
When I get back to my apartment, I finish my daily work duties quickly and feed Bruno, who’s hiding under the bed – whatever spooked him this time, but the prospect of food always works – and then go through my drawers. It doesn’t take long until I find what I’m looking for, and I … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (8)
As I step in front of Rashid, I give him my biggest grin and a "Hey!" Despite my outer bravado, I'm shaking on the inside; I'm so nervous. I really want to give him a hug as a greeting, but I think it's too soon for physical contact. Unfortunately. He's also a masterclass of concealment … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (7)
There's no point going back to sleep, so I start my morning routine. Make coffee, have a shower, drink coffee. Feed my half-starved cat. Dress in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and go for a run. The city is just waking up, a soft golden light creeping over the river. Our neighbourhood is still pretty … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (6)
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wendell Dupree, you are without a doubt the biggest fucking idiot to ever grace the surface of this planet. You’re fretting about getting a text from the man of your dreams, but then you switch off your phone and forget to fucking switch it on again! Just how thick … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (5)
I wake up when the sun is fully up, later than I usually get up, and I'm grateful that as a custodian I don't have any fixed working hours. I stumble from the terrace into my apartment, making a beeline for the coffee maker. Before I can reach my destination, I hear banging at my … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (4)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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