About Bad as in Good
Teeming with dramatic plot twists and wickedly delightful erotic frills, a passionate story about two lovers struggling with heartbreak, heartthrobs, and self-fulfillment.
Many of us fall into unrelenting cycles that lead us to inevitable heartbreak—a knee-weakening, nearly unbearable period of withdrawal where we curse our indiscretions and promise to do better next time. But why? Why do we do this to ourselves?
That’s the question Erin is constantly asking herself.
Along for the ride is Tariq, a young man battling his past as well. While their romantic lives intertwine, they find it almost impossible to break free of the merciless beast that is love and its ugly stepsister, heartbreak.
At first, Erin’s attraction to Tariq is like a drug addiction she can’t ignore, but as drama ensues and the ugly past comes back to visit, both Tariq and Erin realize how bad—as in good—love truly is.
She squeezed her hips tighter around my dick to warn me not to. I smiled as I kissed her lips some more. “You better not.” Between kisses, she moaned while gripping my head and clutching her couch cushion. When her body started shaking and her breaths became shorter, I listened to her body and matched my movements with hers. Quickly, yet thoughtfully, I caressed her skin while pushing inside of her. I slightly trembled at the melody her oohs and ahs made as she came. She fell limp to her peak. I slowly slid out of her and pulled up my pants.
“I’ma call you later,” I said as I ran for the door.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Before I had a real opportunity to answer, I let the door close behind me as I proceeded to my car.
I was wrong, but I had to do what I had to do. I did feel guilty. Even though I never confirmed my exclusivity to her, she had the right to assume that she was my only woman. And expressing her true emotions in the midst of my haste was her prerogative. However, her sense of the title of “Tariq’s woman” spanned way beyond what I was willing and ready to give her. Unfortunately, in my refusal to give her the treatment she deserved, she was forced to fill in the blanks that I left with my avoidance, denial, and missed phone calls. Nevertheless, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my original intentions with her hadn’t changed; rather, I didn’t want them to change. By now I would have been on to the next; yet, I was still there. Our consistency allowed her the option to sneak into my subconscious at night and get me daydreamin’ ‘bout her. I often fantasized about her lips, her voice, and her presence. She had me breakin’ all the rules, and I was doing everything in my power to refuse it. Nevertheless, Simoné was nothing if not persistent, and it was a turn-on that I couldn’t deny. My original intentions were not to settle down but keep her in the rotation. Hence, I’ve achieved my goal. Still, she wanted more, and I tried not to give it to her. According to her, she loved me; unfortunately for her, I didn’t want to reciprocate.
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About the Author
J. Lovelace is a freelance journalist, editor, and published author. She earned her undergraduate degree from the University of South Florida with a bachelor’s in Creative Writing and Public and Organizational Communications. She lives in Orlando, Florida, with her husband, daughter and son while pursuing a graduate education.
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