One For The Team (Happy Holidays Shorts)

by Aria Daze

And to good girls who love bad books.

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.

and here I am thinking about taking two dicks at once. Or three. Or four. Five would be a bit excessive though.

The point is, I'm a grown adult, and if I want to have a handful of boyfriends at my beck and call, I should be able to.

Preach!!!!

He was objectively handsome in a real, “I’d ride his face until the New Year,” kind of way.

“It's nothing,” she sighed. Damn, so much for hope. “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!

This man is a fool lmao

was my parent's date night, so that was an obvious no if I didn’t wanna hear my papa singing Teddy Pendergrass while he violated my mama,

My budget didn’t speak humble. The only thing I wanted out of the mud was potatoes.

“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,” Thaxton whispered against the curve of my neck.

So you got plenty of options for tonight. 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,”

“Honestly I was about to pull over. But these seats won't let back far enough for Chrissy to sit on my face,” he replied.

Being fat never bothered me, but I knew there was a strong possibility I’d spend my days only being able to be lifted up in prayer.

“Sensitive,” Ox groaned as I wiggled against him. “L pull out.” “Why do I have to pull out?” Little Foot scoffed. “I like it in here.”

I’d say it was some neo-soul shit. Certified hairy coochie music.

Lmao aria is a fucking fool

see poly people all the time on them find-a-fuck apps,” Thaxton shrugged.

“Oh what? Now you’re too good for us?” Ox laughed. “I’mma sexy mufucka and I get bread. And L? L’s a strong seven.” “Aye fuck you,” L laughed while pushing him in the chest.

Then Ox threw a pack of socks at me. “You ruin everything! Will you shut the fuck up sometimes?” he gritted.

Why God!? I wanted to fall to the floor in anguish. Chrissy could’ve been in a pair of thigh-high socks and a loose jersey looking like a pinup model but this considerate nigga ruined it. Me and Little Foot slowly turned to Ox with expressions of disgust and anger. “You stole that from me, and I hate you for it,” Thaxton whispered quietly.

Watching them suck each other's tongue while feeling up Chrissy made my dick harder than iron. It was the very definition of hedonistic and I wanted to get that shit memorialized in an oil painting. So maybe I was a little gay.

“How is there even this much water in your body?” “Because I was swallow,” she moaned back with a lustful grin. Yeah, Blessing had me fucked up. There was no way I was passing up the chance to make Chrissy mine.

“I'm sorry, baby girl,” he rasped while bracing her legs with his forearms. “I just can't take it anymore.” He plunged inside of her with one fluid thrust

I was less sensitive now and I was about to run her little ass ragged. I was seeking revenge. How dare she waste this precious pussy on Derek's lame ass?

We spent six months looking for furniture that could handle the guaranteed abuse of seating three ten percentile athletes and I had invalidated all that hard work in just 30 minutes. Chrissy was a public danger.

I gave him a shaky thumbs up before slumping against the floor. That's all I could afford to do since my body was drained. Chrissy had literally fucked the shit out of me. I was appalled. Honestly though I should've known she was pressure from that split, but I had to have her anyway. Damn my persistence.

“I will seriously consider living up to my high-mileage hoe reputation.

I aspire

I’ll get harassed.” “Did you know that a hockey stick doubles as a weapon?” Thax asked, unblinking. “Plus

“Everything is complicated. The economy is chaos, the world’s on fire, the government is a shitshow. Just let us love on you.”

So can we all just take the easy way out and be a team?”

“I would've changed your mind,” he whispered. “Me and L would've broken into your car and left flowers everywhere and Ox would've left a really sweet apology note.