Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

Good dick, that is. Lots of good came of that. No pun intended. But even that was in short supply these days so I had my BOB to keep me company.

I bet if I checked his social media, I’d find all manner of quotes about grinding, hustling, and being built different from all the lazy peons who prefer not to work themselves into an early grave. I respected hard work, sure, but not at the expense of my peace.

It wasn't until I got to grad school that I learned how much bullshit girls are subjected to when it comes to our sexuality, and I started unlearning some of those harmful ideas. But that conditioning...it's powerful.

“My pleasure. And just for the record, you never, ever have to tell me to eat your pussy. When it comes to you, my default mode is to have my face planted between your thighs.”

“So this is all for you guys’ benefit? I’m the house sex toy?”

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.”

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?”

The gall! You can be disrespectful when you’re mad