Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

Once you let a muthafucka slide with disrespecting your time, they started ice skating.

The bitch was only gone an hour, and Jodeci was in the fucking desert crying in leather about her ass.”

“Don’t try, just do it. Sweet nothings will always be sweet nothings if ain’t no action behind those words. If it’s one thing I know, you can never trust a nigga’s words. Show and prove, baby.”

“My grams always said some things are meant to be a part of your history, but not your destiny.”

Some things and people

are meant for a season. Once they serve their purpose in your life, you gotta be okay with getting that shit up outta there.”

“I’m not the one that’s semi-attached to my ex. You know what you want, and you also know the type of dick I’m swinging. If you want me, you

know

how to contact me. Just drop me ...

“Wh-why are you doing this to me?” she whispered. “’Cause I love the way you cum for me. Don’t you think you deserve to cum like this?” “Yes… I’m almost there…”

“Look at me, mama.” Her head dropped back down, and her eyes met mine. I licked my lips as I watched the pleasure dancing in her beautiful orbs. “There you go… That’s my good girl. Cum for me. Make that fucking mess.”

“He’s trying to sleep with my therapist,” Grams answered, bypassing us and going down the hall to her room. “You’re messy as hell, Grams!” I called after her.

“You realize that you don’t have to accept the versions of people who no longer align with who you are, right? People change and grow at different paces. Sometimes you outgrow

them, even if you love them. Don’t get so comfortable having people in your life that you don’t know when it’s time to remove them.”

I’m not the type of nigga that waits for somebody to tell me I can have something. If I want it, I get it. So yo’ nigga is just gon’ have to take his L in good stride ’cause I want you.”

“You fuckin’ my girl, nigga?” he asked, seething in anger. I crossed my hands at my waist. “Nah, I’m fuckin’ mine.”