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The kind that made you go looking for someone you knew was gone because of hope. Hope. Hope where a man was concerned was an automatic mistake. I knew better.
my first heartbreak, I tucked that ‘l word’ into a little box and threw away the key. Banished romantic feelings
I didn’t hate men. I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen to me if I allowed myself to love. Afraid of who I would become. Afraid of breaking. Afraid of me… in love.
Sisi and I were close as fuck. I loved her like we came from the same womb… but my demons stayed hidden.
“You blocked me.”
Girllllll
“You want me to fuck you up, don’t you?”
She does.
I was the fun girl. The problem with that was, I didn’t want to be the fun girl anymore. I was a grown ass woman. A tired, grown-ass woman that honestly just wanted to chill and be loved on. The right way.
The problem with that was the love I wanted was from a man who didn’t want it from me.
“Ten minutes passed five minutes ago, Princess.” Looking up, she met my eyes with a fiery squint. “I’m not your fuckin’ princess. Stop callin’ me that shit.” “Bet,” I said with a nod before digging back into my food.
So, you don’t want me to suck on that pretty, phat pussy, cheri?” I whispered against her lips.
I held her in position, slid underneath her, and sat her on my face so I could do exactly what I sat out to do—drink from her.
There was no room for feelings in this ‘thing’ of ours. I fucked up. And since I couldn’t just turn my feelings off. I had to let him go because I refused to settle. I’d done enough of that already.
To me, that’s what the sun was. A woman. A bad bitch. A funky ass nigga could never shine as bright.
When we were younger, Denim rocked a set of teeth that looked like he could chew down all the trees in the hood if he wanted to.
You ain’t never gave a fuck about my wife. Now you—” “I didn’t have to. That was your responsibility. I’m not fucking with you because I give a fuck about me,” I said before I snatched away and walked out of the restaurant.
“Bitch! Why the fuck I just let Denim eat my ass in the parking lot outside of Lily’s? That was the last time, tho’,” she mocked, imitating me.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Most women think they want to open Pandora’s Box, just to open it and see they should have left the damn box closed.”
“You want to go to Pandora’s? Hm? Freaky, dick eatin’ bitch?” I interrupted, tapping my finger on the island. “That’s what you want to do? Bet. I got you. Get dressed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” With that, I hung up on her by throwing the phone across the room, shattering it against the refrigerator. I hated her ass too.
Wanted to wrap her long ass weave around my fist and push my dick so far down the back of her throat that she’d never even think about speaking to me the way she did earlier again.
Naoki was my person. She was a problem… she was a fuckin’ headache. But she was my person,
