RAINE

My day starts at 6:30 am sharp. After my guests for the night leaves, I like to have thirty minutes to myself. I get a chance to lay out, watch the sun rise from the large windows of my bedroom. The whole world is gone for those thirty minutes. Every once and a while, I’ll doze back off. That thirty minutes is my peace. By seven, I am up, moving around. I start off by taking a hot shower, washing the sweat and the cologne of a man from my body. I proceed around the house, letting my skin air dry. I have a cup of coffee, choose my outfit for the day, and dry my hair. From there, I finally get dressed, and head out for the day. I like my privacy. So it’s only natural that my place would be isolated from the rest of the world. I have a two bedroom home, very modern, located on the top of a hill, overlooking the city of San Francisco. I am closed off from the neighbors, a rather large tan gate surrounding the property. Being a very successful black woman has its perks. You pro

Fifty five degrees and I am out here showing off my legs, arms and cleavage. Though I felt chills here and there, I didn’t regret my choice of clothing. Sexiness is something that I wear day in and day out. And I can only imagine what people were thinking about me, when they saw me withstanding the cold. Listen, if you can be sexy wearing turtleneck sweaters and jeans, great. That is good for you, but for me, I love showing the skin. I am comfortable in my skin, so why should I show it? Why shouldn’t I walk around it, letting everyone see? Why does what I wear affect other people? In my mind, I say it because they're jealous. They don’t have the balls to wear what I wear, to wear it so proudly, so confidently. In my eyes, it’s what makes me stand out. I had lunch at the same place every Tuesday, with the same person. I heard my heels hitting the concrete with every step I took, tightening the black thin trench coat around my body. The walk was short. It only took five minu

I guess the universe decided that I wasn’t prepared to handle two guys at once. Matt, Shane and I stayed at the club till 2 am, closing time. When we walked out into the cold dark air, I was under the impression that both of these boys were going to be climbing into the back seat of the cab with me, but to my surprise, Shane bailed. He made up some excuse, stating that he had class in a few hours. He rambled on about how tired he was already and how staying up even later would be a bad decision. I was a bit disappointed. After all, Shane was the one that I wanted the most. Matt wasn’t the greatest, but I had spent all of my time and my effort on him, no way was I going home alone. The drive to my home was hot. Young Matt had wandering fingers and those fingers somehow found themselves between my legs and in my sacred place. In and out they went, two fingers at time, at a slow pace. He was teasing, he was getting me ready. I didn’t mind. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have opened my legs wide

Apartments and businesses are being thrown up around California, and there is only one company behind them. Kale Realty. And the man behind that is Kale Spencer. A man of mystery. Sure, everyone knows about his work, sees his name on plenty of properties, but the man of mystery has never been seen. He keeps his life very private. He’s done plenty of interviews, apparently, but he makes everyone sign an agreement that they would never tell what he looks like, but of course, that’s just what I heard. It all seems to be a little extreme if you ask me. It was twelve forty five and I found myself walking up a dark stairway of Ale’s Bistro, some Italian spot uptown. When I had requested a meeting with the legendary Kale Spencer, I was under the impression that he would have set it up at some swanky restaurant, but a mom and pop shop like this would do just fine. Taking a look around, it was more secluded. Not many people filled their tables. As soon as I walked in, I was approached by an o

When I am hunting, I swear I become a different person. It’s one of the hardest things to explain. I look at the world differently. I feel everything more intensely. Right now, the music surrounded me and I could feel my heart thumping along with the bass. Sounds seem to blur together and the world moves slower. I take it all in, looking for that one face that will make everything clear again. Maybe it’s the alcohol that seems to distort everything, but regardless, it will continue that way until I find my guy. My man of the night. When I spot him, there is a sense of peace, but at the same time, a sense of urgency. I have to have him. I will do anything to get him. It’s like a game of cat and mouse. I stalk. I catch. I play. And then either let them go, or kill them. It’s all a game. A game of strategy and tricks. I am good at what I do, and over time, I have learned to perfect it. I saw him as soon as he walked out onto the d