FireWriter is FireMan by Wendell Hockaday Jr. (essential books to read TXT) 📕

the drive way; you leave your shoes, your briefcase, and everything having to do with work behind. As you’re tip toeing through the cool grass, you notice on the door there is a sign. The sign is more like a note, and this note tweaks your mind. The note reads; I love you, I missed you, and I’m gona show you how much. Soon as you crack the door open you hear music, and you can smell food cooking in the air. You take one step in the house and then you look down and start to stare. There are white, violet, and pink rose petals all over the floor. You feel a tingle up your spine, and the hair on the back of your neck begins to stand. As you set your keys and your purse down, you start looking all over for your man. You say, “Honey I’m home, where are you?” I’m in hear my love, just follow the sound of my voice. He’s lighting candles and the fog on the mirror is still moist. He’s ran you a bubble bath and even has in scents burning too. He gives you a hug and a kiss, and then he tells you what to do. Take off your clothes my love, because I’m gona massage your back and I wana rub your feet too.


1/19/10
“Stress Reliever Part 2”

He helps her unbutton her blouse, all the while touching and kissing her. He unzips her skirt; and then she holds his shoulders as she slips out of her slip. Her under garments come off, as she so gracefully slides in her hot bubble bath. She closes her eyes, as he begins to massage her from head to toe. He takes his time washing and massaging her, because he knows she likes it slow. After he’s rinsed her; he whispers in her ear and says, “Would you like me to wash your hair?” She says yes. So he wets her hair and begins to slowly massage her scalp, as gentle as he can be. All the stress has left her body, and she feels relaxed and set free. He helps her out of her bath, and begins to kiss her while he’s drying her off. They don’t even make it to the kitchen, to eat the food that he has cooked. They reach a special climax, that can’t be found with in a book.


1/19/10


“Memo-From: Addiction To: Addicts”

I love it when you go to bed hungry and wake up broke; you don’t have a single cigarette or a drug to smoke. But I especially enjoy when you walk to the fridge and look in it, like you really have something to eat. I get so ecstatic I turn in to a penguin and get “Happy Feet.” But my favorite part of the day is at night when you’re all alone, with no minutes on your phone. And death creeps in and starts talking about how easy it could be, because you fail to realize that Jesus Christ is tryna use you to defeat me. Oh I get off on that, you know I got your back. So turn around so I can get your wallet out. I’ll make all your cash disappear after I hit you in the mouth. If you’ve never been through anything how can you have character? I know yal in love with me but, I’m a bachelor. Who am I you say, that just won’t let you be? My name is Addiction, and this memo is from me!


7/2/08


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