Dicc'n U Down

by Monaye Paris

Dick is a drug. A big, thick, long, hard drug. A drug that’ll have you shaking like a feen. I’ve had it. And baby…I ain’t well in the head at all.

See, they don’t warn you. Ain’t no commercials with the fast talkin’ robots sayin’ “Side effects may include unexpected cravings, sudden questioning in morals, flashbacks, and the inability to walk straight for a few hours.”

He licked his lips slowly which made me smile. ‘Cause obviously you wanna taste me right?

“Is it ok if I fuck you?” he whispered.

He pulled my dress up slow, starin’ like he’d never seen pussy before. “She so motherfuckin’ pretty. Ain’t she pretty Mizz Viv?”

I woke up feelin’… sore. Not sore like gym sore. Nah. This was dick-induced devastation. Legs numb, thighs trembling, coochie thumpin’ like it just survived war.

“Oh yeah. There she go,” he said, still rubbin’ slow, watchin’ me come undone. “Squirt all over daddy’s hand, baby. Make a mess.”