Sinnamon & Golds

by Lady Marie

When did fine ass men like this start coming to the market?

Was this what the world had to offer when you didn’t rely mostly on takeout and grocery delivery services?

What the hell has you acting so spacey? Ain’t no damn vegetables that interesting.”

I loved a nigga with a grill, and this one?

This one looked like he talked big shit and carried a big dick to match.

His gait, even in those few steps, let me know I was right about what he was carrying between his legs.

“How you doing, thick mama?”

Thick mama?! Cringe.

How dare this nigga have the audacity to sound like that on top of the way he looked?

“Thick mama? That’s how you talk to strangers?”

“It is when they look as good as you do.

And when they stare just as hard as you’ve been for the last few minutes.

One bold act deserves anoth...

“Okay, you might’ve ate that ...

But shit, I’d rather have you...

“Like I said before, there’s someplace else I gotta be,

so I really ain’t got time to be waiting around here

So, that being said, you tryna do a nigga a favor?”

Why would i do a random man a favor. *face palm emoji*

Whatever you order up there is on me. Your ticket, my paper.”

Turning down a man when he was offering to spend some money, even if it was just on groceries, was just something I was not prepared to do.

Why spend mine when I could spend his?

“See, you should’ve just led ...

“I wouldn’t be me if I turned down a well-earned treat.”

Shit, part of me wanted to get the name and number of her barber because the cut she was rocking was one of the cleanest I’d ever seen.

And considering who your last man was, you probably used to weak sauce anyway.”

Kissing my teeth,

What does this even mean?!

Apparently, we’d reached the part of the conversation where we were going to just ignore how I mentioned fantasizing about putting my pussy on his sideburns. Cool, got it.

“I think I might love the way you say my name even more than your little attitude.

Shit, she could call me whatever she wanted as long as she called me, for real.

“Respectfully, thick mama, don’t ever in your life compare me to that weak ass nigga.”

Sinnamon with an S is even sexier.”

“It’s a stripper’s name.”

What type of nigga used prayer to flirt?

The sound of a throat clearing was obviously meant to take my attention away from her,

Not happy about being ignored, the throat cleared again.

“You should probably handle that. Maybe a glass of water will do the trick.”

“It’s rude to whisper at a table full of people.”

Goddamn. I’d never met a nigga as pressed as Von was right now.

“Trickin’ just to get some attention from a female. Damn, Gideon. Must be tough out here.”

“Ain’t nobody ever told you it ain’t trickin’ if you got it?”

“Damn, Vontae, guess you just don’t have i...

I was going to make her come at this table if it was the last thing I did.

“Now, Sinnamon.”

“I said now.

Gimme that shit right here where everyone can see. Where Von can see.”

“Nah, he wanna play big nigga on campus. Let’s see if he’s got what it takes.”

I swear my mouth watered when his thick black dick came into view.

“Come for me,”

“I wanna taste it.”

“...

“You can swallow my shit later. After I feel you wr...