Truth Be Known

Tammy is upset one evening after breaking up with Mauricio, her latest boyfriend. She finds that men are such dogs and she is so ready for one that knows how to treat a lady. Enter, Roberto, her high school crush who is willing and able to give her what she wants. The fire works between these two are hot and heavy.


An excerpt from Truth Be Known by Essence

“You want me to do what? I don’t think so, man.” Tammy shook her head, making her wispy bangs fall across her forehead as she pointed a French manicured fingernail at her latest lover, Mauricio.


“Come on, baby, you always said you wanted to beat my ass.” Mauricio’s black brows shined against his olive complexion as they twitched up and down, leering. “I thought you loved me? Why you gotta act all uptight about this?”


Before her stood six feet three inches of beautiful male flesh claiming he needed her to wear the leather bustier and spiked heels. He also held a whip in his grasp, which he swung back and forth as if to show her what it could do. And he wanted her to hit him with that same whip!


Shaking her head, she mused about the dangers of falling in love, or what she’d thought was love. Choosing to be truthful with herself she knew it was really lust. Now she was facing her doubts straight ahead. These doubts were numerous, Tamara “Tammy” Conway knew by now. In her almost thirty two years, she’d seen and heard too many excuses, lines, and out right lies, all in the name of love. Well, in the name of getting laid as was the example this evening.


“I am no prude, but this shit is too kinky for my butt.” Tammy shuddered, reached down for her shoes and proceeded to slip them back on. Gathering her jacket and her bag, she headed for the door. “Don’t expect to see me again either, see ya.”


She sashayed out of the apartment without a backward glance. She recollected how she’d been having second thoughts about seeing Mauricio for a while now and his trip into kinky world proved her instincts correct.


Walking toward her sedan, Tammy climbed in, gunned the engine and peeled away from the curb. She paused at the red light and felt the engine rev then sputter. She knew she was in trouble. Stepping on the gas didn’t move the damned car an inch.


Who was she going to call? No way was she going to go back to Mauricio’s place and ask for help. Then she remembered her brother’s friend, Roberto Lebron. He drove a tow truck. Grabbing her cell phone, she called him. He answered on the second ring.