I am a NYC-based freelance writer. Red Bubble will be my fiction showcase. I write to evoke a response from my reader, or to just get my point across, what I see in my head and feel in my heart. I write short stories, working on a novel (chick-lit), screenplays and recently, poetry.
I’m here to get constructive criticism to improve my craft and ultimately network and make connections in the publishing world.
Feel free to contact me via the bubble or elsewhere on the web.
Abigail Ekue-Smith is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art Inspired by Dreams, Blue Room, Current Issues, Food for Thought, Graphic Scratch, Live, Love, Dream, New York City, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Something To Say, The Sensual Word, The Urban Environment, The Word Tree, Two Beings Group and WMG.
I’ve seen her commit just one fashion faux pas: she was coming back from a run and had major camel toe. The seam of her spandex shorts disappeared between her meaty labia.
In an attempt to keep his thoughts clean, his mind ran on tasting her and her kissing away her sweet juices from his lips and chin. That usually made her giggle.
I’m really imagining he’s behind me, with a hand full of my hair, arching my back, demanding to know how deep I want it.
My nipples stood erect, each one vying for the number one spot. I admired his nipples and the Ankh tattooed under his left collarbone.
the asses I grab clench under the sweet strain of thrusting deep inside me
As they rode the train deeper into Brooklyn, his stop came first. They usually got off the train together so they could make love all over his apartment.