Nana

by Brandon Massey

His father had died over a decade ago from a heart attack, but Pops had been a jazz musician, always on the road doing gigs (so he said), an inconstant presence in their household.

More like out laying pipe lol

A glistening sheen of perspiration coated her face, too, and the top two buttons of her kimono-style dress were undone, giving him a glimpse of cleavage that he would have rather not seen.

Lol oh my

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll find Duchess. I promise.” He could promise no such thing, but offering such automatic assurances to his wife was a habit, especially in her delicate emotional state as of late. It was his responsibility to be her rock, and if that meant lying to her sometimes, he was willing to do it.

Amen

“That’s one difference between you and me, child. You avoid conflict. But embracing conflict strengthens character.”

Every player gets played eventually, he realized.

She looks older, Troy thought. A couple of days ago, he had noticed several strands of gray in his wife’s hair, but he had kept his mouth shut about it. Most women were as hyper-sensitive to signs of aging as they were to fluctuations in their body weight. A smart man kept such observations to himself.

Amen

The closet rod was packed with clothes. She had outfits in every color of the rainbow. On the hook on their interior of the door hung a set of black lace lingerie that would have shamed his mother.

“It’s time for you to fuck me, doctor.” She smiled. “You’ve been a naughty little man, pawing through my possessions, so this is how we’ve got to do it, my dear. You’re going to give me what I need, your precious seed. I suspect you’ll greatly enjoy the ride regardless of your incapacitation.”

Lord have mercy lol

“I’ve built up quite the appetite since my last coupling.” She winked, and prepared to mount him. “Abide with me, my dear. It’s going to be a long night.”

Yes ma’am

“My milk will come in soon; I’m rather unique in that fashion.” She slid her hands to her breasts, cupped them, and glanced at him with a sly smile. “I’ll need someone to suckle. Interested? I’ll ride your dick while you suck the teat.” “What? No. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Fuck me

Troy pressed on: “When you hear about grown men taking advantage of girls, one of their defenses is always, ‘she acted wise beyond her years,’ or some self-justifying crap like that. We’re in your church, sir, before the altar. But you’re going to sit here in the house of the Lord and lie to me?”

Oh, the flesh is so weak, Lord.

*sigh* tell me about it

Monica blinked in surprise, but didn’t disagree. He wondered what had happened between her and Grace that finally opened her eyes. Among other things, perhaps McBride’s dead body sitting like a wax figure in their living room had something to do with her newfound acceptance.

Yes, that’ll do it alright 😂