Mason Neiman: An African American Romance

by Jatoria C.

ago. He was in love with my woman, but I didn’t blame him.

your woman?!? mhmmm

death sentence.

Shit like that made me go from zero to a hundred real quick because watch the fuck you say about her.

yuhhhh need my nigga behind me like that fr

Her eyes had closed, and she leaned her head back against the couch to relax. I took my time massaging her left foot, making sure to rub every one of her toes, and slowly made my way down her foot until I reached the heel.

what i would give for a foot rub rnnnn

It was her birthday week, though, and if wearing twists in my hair made her happy, then so be it.

applause for listening to your girl

“Nigga, hell naw, she won’t marry you. What the fuck do you think this is? You better get yo’ bitch ass up before I lose my cool in this motherfucker,” Mason snapped.

wondering why loving someone had to be so complicated.

tuhhh aint that the truth

I washed my hands before exiting the bathroom. Sly

key element here

The Uber was taking us to a twenty-four hour Walmart in Dalton.

SO JEALOUS RNNNN

Bestie: Yea, yea, yea, I’m the shit. I hope you and your psycho man enjoy y’all date tonight. I’m about to go crazy in the bookstore.

need this typa bestieee

“Are you going to give me away?”

no wayyy poor baby

I would drop to one knee and beg Tylee to become my wife.

BEG yessssss omg yes not just ask but begggggggg