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For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.
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Twenty-seven seems young to marry, especially when you can tell from his music that his frontal lobe needs a lot more cook time, but I ain’t his mama.
My friends. My cousin. My nephew. I close my eyes and hear a sound, something like a hurt animal, alone and dying. Turns out, it’s a wail that’s ripped out of me, raw and broken. They’re gone. All of them. And I couldn’t save a single one.
“I wish you could go back to that,” she says. “But I’m glad I got to see you that way. I’ll never forget it.” Something about that makes me uneasy. The way she said it, like she’s handing the memory over to me for safekeeping, almost like she won’t be able to hold it anymore.
And after I get her to take one of my pills, it drives me to take three for myself, chasing another high to avoid admitting to myself that I want her almost as bad as I wanna get the fuck outta here.
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But this isn’t home. This is a desperate situation. I give myself permission to be blunt and pragmatic and to protect myself, even if it’s ugly.
“I’m going to get my muhfuckin’ Dora on. You sit yo ass right in that spot and drink that goddamn water.” I give her a stern look. “You better be ready to pee when I get back.” She laughs again, even louder this time. “You’re hilarious.”
Niggas don’t walk into the jungle on purpose. We got too much shit goin’ to be out here creating excitement like that.
Because the truth is, I need him out here. I needs his protection. I need him to treat me gently, even though we’re in what seems like the roughest place on earth. I need to feel safe. With him.
That’s one reason I love black women so much. I know them legs, feet, and coochies gon’ get washed, and they gon’ smell good all the livelong day.
it ain’t shit else to do out here but fuck. But I know it’s impossible, so all I can do is look and imagine. Damn. I just heard her gargle and spit. Even that’s doing something to me.
That nigga is a thousand miles away with a stupid ass name while this nigga is laying right here with a long tongue, a big dick, and plenty of time to kill.
I’m turned on and shook at the same damn time, but before I can really kiss her back, she pulls away again. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. Matter of fact, run that back.”
For a half a second, a picture flashes in my mind of me running over to that HELP sign and kicking the shit out of it until it’s just a big brown pile of seaweed that won’t get us saved, because how I’m feeling right now, I don’t wanna get saved. I wanna lay her on this fucking sand and go in. I want her pussy on my tongue. I want it around my dick. I got a snake for her ass, a big one. I want her to sit on that muhfucka and ride it ‘til we both tap out. I don’t give a fuck about no back home. Ain’t no back home. It’s just us. Right here.
Men like him don’t leave you better than they found you. They leave you in the ruins of the lies they told to get what they decided you owe them.
“I’m just…processing,” she says with a sniffle. “Yeah. I know. It’s a hard pill to swallow. But once you get it down, the rest of your life gotta get lived.”
“Wowwww.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Princess treatment on a desert island. I done heard it all. We ain’t even got a fuckin’ toilet, but you want princess treatment.”
So now I’m wondering if I can get any clout for this. If maybe I can rap about killing a wild boar with my bare hands. Truthfully, I put an axe in his dome, but niggas ain’t gon’ split hairs over that shit.
She pulls her dress over her head and my eyes immediately drop to her nipples, but I get distracted, because now she’s pushing her panties to the side. Very unladylike. Which I appreciate.
This negro is a fool
“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”
mean…I get it,” I say. “I’m irresistible.” Her laugh makes me smile. “Seriously, Vincent. I’m so grateful.” “For my dick?” “No, for you saving my life.” “With my dick.” She makes a face, prompting me to stop playing too much.
I know there’s more work that’s gotta be done. However that shit happened, we’re a team now, and frankly, now that we’ve fucked, I’m feeling real boyfriend-like with this woman. Time to grow the fuck up.
I knew his dick was substantial. I’d seen it hard a few times. But I still wasn’t prepared. It’s not just big. It’s also thick. And veiny. And ever so slightly curved to the left. Sigh. This is a problem.
Lmao not hee ruminating over the D
“Okay. It wasn’t the situation that made me fold,” I admit. “It was you.” He blinks, looking almost boyish for a second. “Little old me?”
His tongue tortures me so sweetly, offering slow, gentle flicks that unravel me. I’m glad I bathed earlier, because his tongue doesn’t know its place. It’s everywhere…my clit, my asshole, my inner thighs, then back to my clit.
This little shit we layin’ on can’t handle everything I wanna do to her. I don’t know what I was thinking suggesting this, but maybe there’s a way to get us both off. “Can I touch it?” I say against her ear. She nods. I ease my hand between her thighs and find her clit.
“Nah. You stay still and let me work.” My tongue teases the shell of her ear. “I see why you be makin’ niggas wait. I know they be losin’ they minds behind this shit.”
“I don’t give a fuck if they come save us tomorrow,” I say roughly. “I might as well be the last nigga on earth, cuz I’m gon' be the last nigga you fuck.” Faster. Faster. “This pussy is mine. This fat muhfucka belongs to me.”
“A nigga had to kill a wild animal just to taste this pussy,” I murmur. “When you cum, I better hear you. Tell me it’s mine while you cum on my shit.”
I close my eyes so I can feel it all, her walls squeezing and pulsing, her body trembling, her pussy leaking around me. She gon’ fuck around and make a stalker outta me. I can already see myself chasin’ her sexy ass around this island like a goddamn simp. It be’s that way sometimes.
“Fuck," I breathe. "You dangerous, girl.” She gives me a little giggle and turns her head toward me, poking out her lips for a kiss. And my pussywhipped ass is sitting here thinking some real dumb shit; that maybe being on this island ain’t so bad after all.
Matter of fact, she don’t say no more words again while I’m tearin’ her shit up. There’s plenty of noise, but not a single word. Then somewhere far off in the distance, thunder rolls. “Aight, girl. You heard that. You on the clock. Cum on this dick.”
I feel her freeze, her body going stiff. I let go at the same time, busting deep, holding her body against mine while I empty the whole clip.
“I’m just sayin’. Two women, both on birth control, and my swimmers broke through on some fuck yo pill. I'm trying to apologize for that. I'm being sincere.” “Stop talking,” she says, laughing again. “Something is wrong with you.”
brush my lips against hers, testing the waters, seeing if she’s still mad. She responds, poking out her lips for a quick peck. So she’s still a little bit mad.
Pregnant and sitting half-naked on a log while my man grooms me. The waves crash, the birds sing, the clouds drift idly by, and I feel good. “Why this shit got my dick hard?” Vincent mutters, making me laugh. “Concentrate,” I tease. “This is a very important job.”
“It’s all good,” he shrugs. “I like my food seasoned.”
I love this. I love when a man is useful. I don’t suppose they get many opportunities to be useful in modern times, but this right here is a return to form. And I’m enjoying it very much.
I see the pain on her face. I open my mouth to reassure her, but something stops me. Ari isn’t the kind of woman you make promises to. She’s the kind of woman you do shit for.
“Alright, y'all. My baby mama said it’s my bedtime. I’ll catch y'all on the next live.”
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"Celebrities engage with their audience online now. It's harmless." "He told all of our private business." She rolls her eyes. "Girl, your private business is protruding about twelve inches away from your body. Get over yourself."
“Explain it while you fuck me.” “Mm. Aight.” He strokes me again, slow and steady. “This shit…it’s swole. Fat muhfucka is huggin’ me back, bae.”
“You’re the first man to…” she trails off as her voice cracks, fanning her face like that’s gonna stop the tears. “You’re the first man to love me the way I want to be loved,” she manages to say. “I didn’t know that kind of love existed until you.”
