A Raven's Kiss

***Just as I promised, here is a sneak preview of one of the chapters of my new book, "Glass Goddesses,Concrete Walls." Enjoy and leave comments if you like.***

Intro

Many years ago I saw the darker side of life through the eyes and life of a raven. We don't always want to abandon the things we leave behind but the weight of everywhere we've been and everything we've done can equal tons. Not everyone you meet will be able to see differently or be able to necessarily comprehend the things that you see. When someone does, cherish them. When they don't, you have to walk away…quickly.

A Raven's Kiss
(an excerpt from "Glass Goddesses, Concrete Walls"© by Keith Kareem Williams

It had already started to get cold and all of the leaves had fallen from the branches of the trees when I met a dancer once. I was still in my teens and it seems like a thousand years have passed since then. Every relationship, situation or entanglement feels like a different life. The unique experiences and sentiment of each still linger long after they're over. For me, each one has left marks, wounds or scars and none ever truly fade.

I'll never forget what Raven looked like standing in front of her project building in Queens. That night I'd left Brooklyn in my rear-view mirror and found myself far from home. I was parked downstairs waiting for another friend when she caught my attention. From her face down to her waist she was average-looking but still fairly attractive. Her breasts were small and far from impressive. She was very cute but it was a common cuteness. Honestly, I barely remember her face after so many years have passed. However, every part of her below that was ridiculously curvy and unforgettable. Her skin was the same soft brown as the cognac I'd been drinking earlier and the taste of it still lingered on my tongue. It would be a difficult task to find many women physically designed the way she was. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she had the type of shape that drowned boys in wet dreams and effortlessly inspired grown men's wildest pornographic visions. I felt the temperature of my blood rise when my friend Lisa finally showed up and walked Raven over to the car to introduce us. Lisa giggled when she noticed the wolfish, sinister smile on my face, said goodbye to Raven and got in the car so we could go hang out as planned. It was so long ago that I can't recall exactly what I said to Raven that first time but whatever it was had left enough of an impression that the next time she ran into Lisa in the building, she told her that she wanted to see me again. As a friend, Lisa reluctantly did me a favor and gave her my number. I had always sensed that Lisa liked me a little more than as a friend.

After one phone conversation we set up our first date. Raven was much older than me, something I found awkward and fascinating at the same time. I was accustomed to being with women much closer to my own age who took everything slow because most of them had just started to have intimate, adult relationships. Women my age were still delusional enough to hold onto the hopes that one of the few men they tediously, meticulously chose to have sex with would likely become the great love of their life as per the prescribed fantasies they had been programmed with. They hadn't reached the point in life where reality ruled so that at times they could be excited and sometimes even satisfied to simply do it for the fun of it. Based on everything Raven was saying on the phone, it wouldn't take an arsenal of charm to make that first date interesting but I still conjured up a sound game plan on the drive over to her place. We were only supposed to be going to see a movie but I wanted more because as I said before, she inspired XXX-Rated thoughts like mind control.

When I pulled up and parked outside of her building I walked through the gauntlet of goons that stood out front like sentinels. Being a product of Brooklyn, I was used to the bullshit so they didn't really stir any cause for concern, even with their shady looks as I passed them. I already knew how to move like the monsters do because I had also been forced a few times to do the same things that the monsters do. There was a silent, uneasy tension between myself and them before Raven buzzed me in. I wasn't prepared for what I would walk into when I got upstairs.

Raven greeted me at her apartment door with a hug and a wet kiss laced with the sweet taste of Alize on her lips. She pulled me inside and I found myself in her living room with five gorgeous women deeply engaged in marijuana-induced meditation. They seemed a little older than me but younger than Raven. Before I even got a chance to sit down on the couch one of them had already poured me a drink delivered with a flirtatious smile. After I took my first sip, another attempted to pass me her weed but I declined. I wasn't a smoker and besides, contrary to the habits of most people, it's never a good idea to smoke with strangers because you can never be certain of what might be rolled up and mixed with their leaf. Different people do different things when basic highs become too weak to stimulate them. All the same, I was engulfed in clouds of smoke as two of the women cuddled up beside me on the couch. So this is what a harem is like I thought to myself in a room full of sexy, seductive distractions. Raven must have read my mind because it wasn't long before she said her goodbyes and shuffled the girls out of the door. Once the last of her friends were gone, she poured me another drink and started to chat away.

As Raven rambled on about things that I really didn't care about, I watched the time tick away on the clock. I drank, she smoked and I answered every trivial question that she asked me politely. I thought that she would talk forever until finally she checked the time and decided that we should hurry so we wouldn't miss the movie. The entire drive she continued with the questions and as much as she talked, it started to feel like an interrogation. She purposely avoided saying much about herself but that was fine with me. The only secret I wanted her to reveal to me was hopefully warm, wet and willing when I wanted it. That night I was single-mindedly driven by hormones, horny-ness, youthful enthusiasm and images of what her butt would bounce as I rocked her back and forth if she let me take her from behind. I couldn't help it. For my part, I kept the conversation clean but she kept bringing up sex. To my delight and her disappointment, by the time we got to the theatre we had already missed the last show.

"I'm so mad. I already sent my sons to stay with my sister for the night," she said when the security guard turned us away. That happened to be the first time she mentioned her sons. I later found out that she had two. The younger was six but the older boy was sixteen, just about three years younger than I was at the time.

"Well, we don't have to waste the night. You can always stay out late and hang out with me," I told her.

Twenty minutes later we found ourselves blanketed in the darkness of my bedroom. The only light was the soft pink glow from my fish tank created by the fluorescent light reflecting off the neon gravel. I poured myself another glass of cognac while she rolled up and started to smoke. Once her mind went where she wanted to go and she was right, Raven turned on my cheap stereo. Once the CD stopped skipping she slowly danced out of almost all of her clothes. She got down on the floor in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but her pink thong and shoes. I hadn't seen breasts so small since I'd touched my first naked pair when I was in junior high but her nipples were sexy. Before long she was playing with the zipper on my jeans and when she put her hands down my pants, I spilled my drink in my lap. I didn't expect it when she licked it up and pushed me onto my back on the mattress. All of the liquor in me already had me worked up so her hands found me ready for whatever she had in mind. Her eyes opened wide when she pulled it out and pressed it against the side of her face. She wet her lips with her tongue and then pressed her lips to the tip to show me that she liked it.

"You don't want me to do that, do you?" she asked and I had to force myself not to laugh. I thought it was a silly question considering that she had already rubbed it all over the soft skin on her cheek and kissed it.

"Do whatever you want to do" I answered and..........................................

***Sorry, you'll have to wait until the book drops to read what happens next. Tomorrow, I'll introduce Gia, another character from the book.***