Dark Life

She sneaked up into the living room. What she saw amazed her. Her best friend Karen was there, drinking a bottle of whiskey. She had tears in her eyes. Kiara walked toward the big woman and grinned at her. She sat down close to Karen and took her hand. She asked her what was bothering her. Karen looked at her through tear-filled eyes and spent the next hour whining about how the handsome brotherman Jamal had left the club with some skinny white girl. Karen had liked Jamal and was hoping to get lucky. She'd missed her chance. Kiara felt bad for Karen. Karen was lonely. Very lonely. Kiara was lonely too but not a week went by without her getting laid. Lots of men out there liked chicks with dicks. She comforted her friend until Karen stopped crying and started cussing out all black men. Kiara left her in front of the television.

It had been a good night for Kiara. She had gotten laid. Life was simpler that way. Just go out and have some fun. Get laid often. No emotions. No attachments. Karen got too emotional. That's why she got hurt. Kiara wasn't about to fall in love with any man. Or woman, for that matter. She slept with whoever she found attractive and willing. She wasn't looking for a permanent partner. Monogamy sucked. Besides, Kiara had a sexual preference for men and men and monogamy did not exactly mix well. She went to sleep. Any way the wind blew in the freeway of lust and sex was okay with her.