A 2003 black BMW 6 Coupé with tinted windows slowly drives up Leslie Avenue. The car stops at the red light while the driver leisurely scans the lines of women standing across the street displaying a portrait of dirty rainbow. His eyes critically scan each women from head to toe; leaning against the dirty brick wall, their hips widen with lecherous invitations. Their heads were covered in platinum wigs; and feet tucked into a red four inch heels; was sending ludicrous attempts across the street.

He finds her, enclosed by two ostentatious dressed women with raucous laughter almost as if to conceal her presence. His preference always had the same appearances; a certain taste developed since his forgotten youth. He rolls his car to a stop and patiently waits two minute before the woman starts walking toward his car. Her strides were long and sensual as the wind caresses her black shoulder length hair. Eyes almost black and full lips made for kissing, turns around and smiles at the other two women—who continues shouting empty words.

She stops at his car door; her hands on her hips while her purse smugly hugs her underarm, waiting. He rolls down his window to get a good look at her and smiles; he knew she will not be disappointed with his appearance. She smiles confirming his statement. He knows he made the right decision when he felt desire stirring by her open mouthed smile. He unlocks the door and watches as she gets in the car.  She sits, her head thrown back, and her tight skirt hitches up her thighs- white creamy thighs. If she looks down, he’ll bet his desire was providing evidence at the moment.  Read the rest of this entry »