Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

For the girls who want it all.

The official uniform of men who have every intention of ruining your life. And credit. And walls.

Lmao

I respected hard work, sure, but not at the expense of my peace.

That part

They say sex is spiritual. That any time you sleep with someone, your souls are inextricably tied together for life. Thanks to my field of study, I was intimately acquainted with such theories which, let’s face it, are at least partly designed to prevent women from having and enjoying premarital sex. But even though I knew the truth intellectually, that sex is normal and natural and healthy, even; the mental conditioning I’d received most of my life was still hard to shake.

I admire people who work hard and bust their asses to rise to the top. I’ve always been content to reside in the middle. Maybe even top-adjacent. But I don’t need to lead and I don’t need to win. It’s just not how I’m built, I guess.”

We like spending time with you, too. You can get wined and dined and all that good shit but if you want your back blown out or your pussy ate, you can get that, too. It’s whatever you want. It’s all about you.”

This is grown folks shit.

“Your generation believes in multiple relationships with multiple people too but y’all also still think it’s shameful and should be hidden. That’s why there’s so much cheating. Because nobody’s being honest about what they want. Monogamy is…well, monogamy’s played out.”

“Most people say they’re monogamous. Again, because that’s what y’all were raised to believe. My generation was raised by the internet and each other. We believe nothing and everything at the same damn time.”

Angelo kissed like he lived…with arrogant confidence, essentially taking over and dominating. Jamal kissed with urgency like he wanted to rip my clothes off. And G? Slow and deep like he was making love to my mouth.

Whew! (*fans self*)

Nevertheless, I persisted, because that’s what you do when you want the dick.

Persist ma’am lol

“Maybe that’s why I love music so much. It drowns out the noise.”

I know all women get judged on the basis of their womanhood but when you break it down and account for race, black girls don’t get nearly as much leeway to be hoes.

“Shiiiiiid. Y’all need to let them freak flags fly. I love hoes.”

Omfggggg lollllllllll okay Tamarius

“Used to be, we’d pull into a city for a show and there would be hoes everywhere. Thick hoes, skinny hoes, plus-sized hoes. Ratchet hoes, classy hoes, chocolate hoes, redbone hoes. All typa hoes. Hoes with weave, hoes with baldies, hoes with locs, hoes with braids…” “This is turning into a ratchet Dr. Seuss poem.”

Lol

I’d seen it on tv and always laughed to myself that nobody ever had to have sex so bad that they would fall inside the door and act like animals but here I was, a feral minx, so turned on I could barely wait to get our clothes off.

“Time out! Flag on the motherfucking play. Nigga, I hope you don’t think you finna stand over me. You really think I wanna look up and see your hairy ass balls hanging in my face? Fuck outta here.”

His eyes darkened as he stared up at me. “So you’ll fuck three niggas at the same time but kissing a married man is where you draw the line?”

Yep. Because she gets to decide that, not you Tamarius

The first time we sat down in this room and had a talk about Skye, we agreed not to mess around with her. The second time we did this, we agreed to share her. And now, third time being the charm and all, it might just be about how we had to beat Matt’s ass.

Lo is funny

you gotta take me off that fucking pedestal, man. I’m human. I make mistakes. I’m gon keep making ‘em. You gon fuck around and get your heart broken again if you keep looking to me for perfection. I ain’t it.”

Okay Tamarius

When a black woman says first of all, you already know whatever’s coming next ain’t gonna be good.

“Matt, you got physical with me without my consent. I tried to rationalize it because that’s what women are taught to do. But fuck that. You crossed a line. And then you made it worse by basically calling me a hoe.

!!!!!!

mantra of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.