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Lucky Pierre's, Airtight Gangbangs.
I pretend to be ok, but deep down I want a group of oiled up black and brown men to run a train on me.
Every single one of those posts made me want to queue up Say It Like That by Sza on the speakers. Cause I was sensitive about having no booty.
He was wearing mixed cloth, eating shellfish, and shacking up, but it was my career that was the problem. Yeah ok.
He had a little bank account, no car, no ambition, and a whole lot of attitude. Always telling her what she could and couldn’t do. Then one time he borrowed her shit and forgot to pick her up from work. My daddy would call him a buster, but I’m not that well-mannered. He was a bitch in my eyes.
“I just broke up with my boyfriend.” HALLELUJAH! How often is God good? You better answer all the time! I prayed for that niggas downfall everyday and I almost broke into a full praise dance hearing that it had finally happened. Won't he do it!
Friends? No. I didn't want to suck a fart out of my friend's asshole.
Huh
A woman like that don't need a puppy, she need a big dawg.”
They wanted to fuck me. All three of them. And unfortunately I wasn't opposed.
“Mamas, you don't have a budget when it comes to us. You can have whatever you want. We're not taking hockey sticks to the ankles just for fun,”
You know when you read romance novels and the FMC always plays cute and humble and refuses to spend any of the MMC’s money? Yeah, I hated that shit. They were offering and I was partaking.
“The only choosing you're doing tonight is picking what position you wanna be fucked in, Mamas. We're down for whatever you wanna do,”
“You wanna share?” I gulped. “We already share a house, bills, and a profession,” Ox laughed. “We like each other enough to share a lover as wonderful as you.”
Rubbers, Raw, on the hood of the Escalade. Whatever you want to do, we can do it.”
“Money may not make a man, but yours should definitely have some,” Thaxton chuckled. “How else is supposed to compete with the dudes that would buy you the world and everything in it while worshiping the ground you walk on?”
If I had to guess based on how they were swaying I’d say it was some neo-soul shit. Certified hairy coochie music.
If my mouth wasn't full I would've asked her what time she wanted to go trade her car in tomorrow. Cause I was definitely putting my baby in a 2025 after this.
Because knowing that this feeling was free was revolutionary. The world could probably heal if we all just fucked a little more.
You have three men with big bags who are interested in you. Monogamy isn't automatically better than polyamory, it's just different. Different people love in different ways and that's ok.”
“Well my contract has a morality clause, and lots of people think having a train ran on you is immoral,”
“Everything is complicated. The economy is chaos, the world’s on fire, the government is a shitshow. Just let us love on you.”
Literally
“Oh thank God,” I faux-sighed. “I thought you were just in this for our massive dicks and accompanying bank accounts.”
