Applying Pressure

by Shvonne Latrice

“I heard you the first time, baby. When I just asked for ya number, though, I thought you’d catch on to the fact that I didn’t give a fuck. Ya man is irrelevant, especially since you in the club with no ring on ya fucking finger. Now I can get ya number willingly, or I can get it another way.”

I was coming for her ass, applying straight muthafuckin pressure and not letting up.

Ocean crossed my mind just as Kinley pulled up to valet. I hadn’t stopped thinking about his fine young ass. He was so damn sexy, aggressive, and just ugh! Since I’d met his ass, I’d used my vibrator, just thinking about him, several times.

“I’m gon’ have yo’ ass in love with a nigga. It ain’t gon’ be what you used to either. I’m gon’ be all you fucking think about and damn near the only person you wanna be around.”

The Bible states a man who finds a wife finds a good thing; let that man find you while you sit pretty.”