The Emancipation of Emoree

by Grey Huffington

“How the presence of admiration can alter one’s functionality? How suppression can be of assistance in the physical, mental and emotional malfunctions? Or how every damn time you see me, your heart beats at a pace unheard of by man. At the sound of my voice, something within you shutters.”

“But I’m hung like a horse and fuck like I’ve got diamonds on my dick.”

Go to school, get an education, keep your legs closed until you meet your husband, marry and start a family.

“Because that’s the way your snobbish ass likes it. I want you to do all that shit you imagined doing to me last night while this dick is inside of you. Don’t let yourself down, either.”

“Use me for this dick. Use me for some head. Use me for some bread. Use my ass until you begin to feel guilty. Then, use me some more.”

“A nigga. A nigga that you can’t push around because you won’t do so good with a yes man. You need someone to beat those tight ass walls down every chance he gets. You need someone to get on your knees for at every

You need someone to free you from whatever is holding you captivated. You need me. I’m your emancipation.”

For years, now, I wanted to be touched the way that Ransom touched me. Tended to as the way he had been tending to me the last week.

A nigga has everything you could ever dream of, baby girl, and you letting this baby face and year of birth stop you from obtaining it.

“Huh? That shit gets you off don’t it? You want your ass smacked and your hair pulled out your fucking scalp.”