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I’d chosen the white-collar brother, opted for a life of stability rather than spontaneity, domesticated myself, used my mother’s finest recipes, cleaned like a maid, fucked like a porn star, kept my body in tip-top shape, obtained the dream and a slew of other things that supposedly shielded me from the pain that bombarded me. All to no avail. Because here I was, staring back at myself and wondering where the hell I go from here.
This was me leaving and I had no intentions of ever returning to his side unless it was to place a flower over his grave once life had caught up with him.
That’s how little he knew about me and my ability to pretend one didn’t exist in my world after they’d crossed the imaginary line and punctured my most vital organ.
I don’t want noble. I want naughty. Don’t turn on your charm and try to be a gentleman tonight. Talk my drunk ass clean out of these panties. Be a gentleman for the next woman who stumbles into your shop with a broken heart and a flat tire. Take this one here down. All the way down.
never set herself up to believe
what a nigga wouldn’t do, because they are human. And, humans, well, we’re not to be trusted.”
It was true that men would be the extinction of women. They allowed us into their lives, into their homes and into their hearts.
that was almost as addictive as the thing they carried in their chest.
“I may be methodical, but I’m a man. A grown ass man. If you’re throwing your pussy my way, you’d better believe I’m going to catch it. Flip it. And treat that motherfucker better than it’s ever been treated before. But…”
“And… neither of them have a dick that I’m hoping to ride by the end of the night, no matter that the relief it will provide me with is only temporary,” she concluded.
“I must confess that I can’t un-break what has been broken but I can be the temporary glue to mend your shit together for the night and keep you from falling completely apart,”
There was nothing left between us. Even the air we breathed was now shared. Nose-to-nose. Tits-to-chest. Eye-to-eye. Lust-to-lust. The room felt as if it had been engulfed in flames, contradicting the coolness I’d felt on my skin before opening the door.
He reeked of authority. He made you want to comply and obey any and everything he said.
“Uhhhhh.” I tried lifting up to relieve the pressure as he continued through his third and fourth strokes.
“Uhn-uhn. Put your hands back on that bed and take this dick,” he fussed, pushing me forward until my hands were on the bed again.
