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“Still making your way through my videos?” “Yeah. Appreciate you putting me onto Demosea… fuck with they body oil.”
awwww
I didn’t want to talk about Kennedy with her. Not because I didn’t have shit to get off my chest. Whenever I happened to share space with Navy, the shit felt like an honor. It was special. I didn’t want to ruin this time talking about another woman.
Recommendation: Listen to “Heartbreak” by Jagged Edge
Navy was so close that her scent caressed my nose in the best way. It clung to the air between us, as if she owned this studio and her name was outside the door. Vanilla laced with smoke, a sweet and dangerous combination that had my senses going haywire. Baby had me fucked up, and she didn’t have to do much but sit close to me.
Her body quivered as I rubbed her back, squeezing her and never letting her go. She didn’t have to tell me to stop because I wasn’t letting her go. Navy was the girl that was always strong for everyone else, and she never got the moment to break.
my poor baby’s heart is broken
“Cry on my shoulder… burden me with your tears because I can tell it’s not something you do often. Allow me to hold you because you don’t want anyone else to hold you. Give me that.”
A MAN!
Navy lifted her head, eyes steady. “I can’t afford another broken heart, Landon. I’ve patched myself up too many times already. You’re a man that gets whatever you want and leaves a trail of wreckage behind. I don’t want to be another name or another unfinished story you forget to end.”
“I’m gonna let you and moms have your sleepover… you owe me food next time.” “A next time? We keep running into each other by chance, Landon.” “Then what we gonna do to prevent that? Can’t keep running into you by chance. I’m real intentional with the way I do shit, Bleu.”
“Save it for the next time I see you.” I pressed my back against the door, pushing the release button to unlock it. “Strangers.” She smiled.
UGH THEY’RE SO CUTE
Recommendation: Listen to “Around Me” by Brent Faiyaz
All I dreamed about was her soft lips and how she felt in my lap. How much I wanted to run that shit back and feel her skin against mine.
soon navy would become his peace
In high school, I had bitches staying the night in my room because Menace was always gone. Kora did her best with keeping an eye on things, but she was busy with her own shit. Zoya wasn’t going to tell me shit.
“The only people calling my phone this early be fucking me… that’s you?” “Oh goodness, no.” “I’m a bum?”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
The Case Farm fruits and vegetables were delivered, so I grabbed an apple and sat on the counter waiting for the wench to show herself. Bitch hurt my damn feelings and then had the nerve to want to sit and talk about the shit.
I cooly bit the apple and stared at her. “Never gave the shit a chance, Wench.” “Did you just call me a wench?” “Yeah.”
oh my god not wench
Respect was important with my brother, and I wasn’t going to put her in that position between us. I was going to talk to Menace and let him know how I was feeling about her. Imagine my surprise when her ass went and got engaged or was already engaged behind my back.
“My private life isn’t any of your business.” “But it is, Ken.” I backed her ass up against the wall near the foyer. “It was my business when you was sending me nudes and tell me you wanted me to plant babies in you. It was my business when you were begging me to put this dick on your tongue. Stop fucking playing with me, yo. You came here for what? Get forgiveness and blessings to move on… fuck all that shit. I wish you hell, Wench!” I hollered.
oh he’s feeling all that pain now
“Very. Tootles, Wench.” I walked away from her and back across the penthouse to my bedroom.
Giving a fuck hurt more than people liked to admit.
The wet dreams I continued to have about Landon Caselli should have been a crime. I found myself moaning in my sleep, as if I could feel his hands gripping my ass and kissing my lips. Smelling his deep sandalwood and leather combination as I laid in the crook of his neck comforted me more than I thought it would. His beard tickling my nose while he rubbed my back and allowed me to cry.
my girl down BAD
Landon Caselli was art.
He stood there like he had been hand carved by God himself. His muscles and silence both had a presence of their own, even with him dressed casually. His skin was beautiful. That rich caramel that gets dripped around your ice coffee before the coffee gets poured in. His tattoos told a story that I was more interested in than my kindle at that moment.
“Hey superstar… we closed the studio down so you can film today.” “Film what?” She paused. “You know, your outfits and content for your pages.”
awww landon pays attention 🥹
“Can’t get my mind off you, Bleu.” He bent down and kissed me on the neck, and I released a soft moan. In the dozens of wet dreams I’ve had since the studio, it always started with a slow neck kiss before it went somewhere else.
ooo girl
“Shorty need to get some dick… like a damn rabid dolphin,” Landon said as we walked down the block.
LMAOOOOO
He looked over at me. “Kennedy came by my crib last week… shit still has me bothered.” The thing that I enjoyed about Landon was how open he was with his feelings. I don’t think many people asked him if everything was good with him, so he never had the chance to answer the question.
we love an open book
I was proud of my apartment because I did this on my own. I had accomplished moving out of my parents’ apartment and having my own. Every month, I could pay the bills and never have to ask anyone for a handout, and that was an accomplishment for me.
My father had called me Mamas since I was a baby. It was a nickname that was reserved for only him.
i love the nickname mamas 🥹
Summertime in Brooklyn couldn’t be compared to anything else in the world. I loved walking down every single block and hearing music or smelling food on the grill. I almost always turned onto a block and heard my name being called because I had family over that way, or friends of my parents spotted me.
stud like this makes me miss new york so bad
I barely had time to turn and breathe before his mouth crashed onto mine. He was hungry. Had been thinking about this since we were in the back room at the Pilates studio. His lips hungrily feasted on mine like I was the only thing that could satisfy this hunger he had inside of him.
well goddamn
“Strangers have sex.” I looked into his eyes, allowing him to see that I wanted this as much as he wanted it. His lips softly landed on mine, and he pulled on my lips. “I gotta problem, Bleu.” I caressed his beard as he stood in the foyer, holding me up in his arms. I stared into his eyes, scared for the next words that would leave his mouth. “What’s that?” my voice came out as almost a whisper. He hiked me up and held onto me tighter. “If we cross into this territory, I’m not gonna wanna remain a stranger.”
well shit i would hope not cause yall would be going steady 😂🤣
I had a feeling that he destroyed women and left them yearning for more, knowing he couldn’t give them that. All he could give them was earth shattering sex and the promise of a ride home the next morning. Nothing more… Nothing less….
giiirl you say that now!
“Not yet… I want you to look at me… focus… look at me, Bleu.”
I was staring at him like I would pop out of a jar of relaxer if this nigga gave this dick to someone else. Still, I had to play it cool because no attachments. Right?
oh bitch you gone 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Navy was smoking fucking blue magic if she thought we were strangers after the way I fucked her. She was crazy if she thought I wasn’t going back in again and again, and then again after that. The kind of pussy she had, she could walk around slapping bitches because she felt like it. And if she ever decided to start, I would be right there, making sure a bitch didn’t even blink.
LMFAOOOO DON SAID THAT PUSSY MINE BABY
She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance. Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.
NIGGA 🤣🤣😭😭😭
“Where did you learn to fuck like that, Landon?” I chuckled. “Why?” “Cause I don’t think I want you doing that to somebody else.”
“Same rules apply for you. Find out you fucking somebody else, I’m gonna have a death certificate sent to their crib.”
Have a nigga fighting with the state because he had a death certificate, and was legally considered dead, but was still breathing. If she didn’t want me to fuck anybody else, then I would put every bitch on hold for her. As long as I knew I could fuck the shit out of her.
“Mens, you straight?” “Yeah.” Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?” “Had meatloaf for dinner.”
menace and his fucking beef with meatloaf 😂😂
“I’m calling you because this wife of mine is trying to kill me or something… this pregnancy shit ain’t for the weak. She fucking broke out crying because I didn’t want to eat the dinner she cooked… literally turned red and was hyperventilating, so I had to fucking eat the damn meatloaf… come scoop me.” I could tell he had the phone close to his mouth by the way he was whispering.
awww stevie! those pregnancy cravings are killing maverick
“You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”
I understood she was independent and proud that she could navigate the city on her terms, but the shit made me anxious thinking about her taking the trains late at night. Navy was around 5’5, and although she had ass and thighs, she was still small. Especially to a nigga around my size.
It was a fear that stopped her from wanting to tell me that she would eventually want more. To her, it was easier to just be friends and see where things went, and I had to admit that was best for us right now. There was no pressure to be perfect. We could just be without all the politics of dating. I didn’t know the rules when it came to dating because I purposely never dated. Dick and black cars was all I could provide.
I pulled her over from walking near the street side. She was so focused on getting to her grandparents’ block that she was in her own head.
A MAAAAAAAN
“Navy Yavy is my baby deh know?” her grandfather said. “I can tell she’s very loved.” “And you wanna love her, too?” Her uncle Joseph questioned. “Eventually, yeah.” I was honest because I knew my intention wasn’t to play this stranger and no attachment game with her forever.
😭😭😭
They ain’t even know with the way I was wrapped around Navy, I was about to fuck around and give her my last name, make her a billionaire, and retire the whole fucking family.
“Oh, you ain’t never had this chow mein,” she smirked, and loaded the plate up with different food. “Once you have Guyanese food… you don’t go back.”
and she’s most definitely right >>> trinidadian and guyanese food is TORCH!
I sat dogging my food while her grandfather poured me more rum. “That nigga feeling it… he feeling that shit.” Her uncle Joseph laughed and squeezed my shoulder. “Chill, I’m good,” even my speech was slurred.
oh he’s sloshed 😂😭😭😭😭
“I want to get to know her the right way. Navy is different, and being completely honest, she got my ass gone. Never met someone like her before… she knows who she is. In a world where everyone is trying to be someone else, that shit is refreshing for me. I’m not here to tell you that we have a future because only she knows that. I’m saying I’m here to know your daughter and continue to laugh with her.”
