Secret Smells of Sex, Swinging Parties, Threesomes, Outrageous Sexcapades - MJB

[Mya B.]

Secret Smells of Sex, Swinging Parties, Threesomes, Outrageous Sexcapades - MJB

I was born to a strong, black woman in the early seventies. I always saw my mom as powerful woman. She had a stern look that could pass you the evil eye at any given moment, however, that never kept me from being a curious, animated girl. At the age of four I burned down our apartment. It wasn’t intentional, it just sorta happened. We were living in a high rise apartment building in Lake Meadows around 33rd and King Drive in Chicago. My mother was on the telephone in the bedroom. I was in the kitchen sticking the cardboard from hangers into the fire from the stove. I watched the fire swallow down the cardboard in a moment of seconds. After that one was gone, I was right back at it again. This time, I lit it and walked to the window to see my reflection as I watched it burn, turning yellow and red. Being so stuck in the moment, the fire caught onto the curtains in the window. I could see it consuming the curtains quickly as I saw my own eyes starring back at me in the window. I quickly ran to get my mother, who was running into the living room after smelling smoke. The fire alarm was barking at us. We evacuated the apartment. My mom was trying to grab all her important things. Everything went blank… I never told my mother that I actually started it. She wasn’t no fool though. Whenever she saw matches or a lighter in my room, she would take it out, saying, ‘You a ole firebug. I believe you burned down that apartment, although I have no proof.’

I don’t remember my mother ever talking to us about sex or should I say to me about sex. I think she had conversations with my brother because it just felt easier for her to do. No mother ever wants to imagine her daughter opening up her legs and giving her gift away, so maybe that is why she never even brought it up. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember my mom having a visible lover, except for when I was about four years old. His name was Michael and boy was my mom in love with him. I was too young too see the relationship that my mom and dad had together. She told me that after she found out she was pregnant with me they separated. Michael was very handsome. We went everywhere with him. He was family. I sometimes forgot that he wasn’t my dad, especially some mornings when I would bust into my mom’s room, only to find them both laying in bed. The room was funky. It reminded me of macaroni and cheese, you know the kind with the bread crumbs on top that is slightly burned? I didn’t know what the smell was. It never dawned on me until this very moment as I write this, but now looking back, I feel like I have a sense of ownership with the smell. See, as I got older I realize that I was chasing down this scent. It became a part of who I am. It was the smell of sex.

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[Nickesha Sanders]

Thanks for the story

[Egypta]

Girl,
That was a beautiful slice of life story. Very nice. However, I don't want the 'smell of sex' to smell like mac and cheese....how about Jasmine and Sandlewood.....or Cinnamon and Frankensense....how about something like that....even citrus and melon....hmmmmm I think I like the last one best.....

Lady Seajaee.....just remembering days gone by....not too long gone by...LOL....just 'gone by'