Liberated: An Erotic Short

by Kimberly Brown

“Her place. She knows how to submit and let a man be a man. That’s what real women do. You act like you don’t need a man and a man will never find you.”

I call bullshit!!!

“I will never be the type of bitch you can run over. There is no amount of money, no amount of security, no amount of dick that will make me submit to you the way either of our mothers submit to their husbands.

Number one, you can’t buy me. And number two, you don’t even make me cum. What do I really need you for?”

Talk that shit girl! The fuck? Nigga can’t even make you cum but he wants to run shit 🙄

He had this thing where he was seemingly handicapped when we were together. It was always, “Baby, can you do this?” “Baby, can you do that?”

Weaponized incompetence for the win everyone 👏🏽👏🏽

No excitement. Not even in the bedroom. I hated sex with Gavin. He wanted to fuck missionary all the damn time, and I was over that. I needed foreplay. Eat my pussy. Slap my ass, pull my hair, fold me up ... all that shit. I needed my damn back blown out. I wanted to be fucked to sleep and not be able to walk straight in the morning.

Girl what were you doing with Gavin’s lame ass for two years? And you were gonna marry him? That’s crazy

We got a few going in rotation, and in no time, I was high as a giraffe’s pussy.

“Listen, nigga. I've branded my name all over that woman. That's my wife."

"I'll be lucky if you take my ass back?" I repeated. "Listen and listen good, you selfish, spoiled, entitled, limp dick, no pussy eating, weak stroke game having ass nigga.

This man had no idea what I would let him do to my pussy.

If she kept looking at me the way she was, I was gonna make that pussy mine before sunrise tomorrow.

“Why you teasing me like I won’t slide this pussy on my dick right now?”

“You must want me to wreck your shit, Quinn. Keep grinding that fat muthafucka on me and I’m gonna give you what you asking for. I’m not looking for a love connection either.”

“Quinn,” I said, gently grabbing her throat. “Stop playing and come get this dick.”

“And I’m about to stick this big dick in you.” I handed her my phone. “Go on and take a look because if I hit this pussy raw, you will never forget my name.”

“I’ma see Cherry later.” “Nah, nigga. Go pop that cherry now. Quinn is coming over. I know you don’t give a damn if I get some pussy while you here, but the way I’m ’bout to fuck this girl, I need you out.” Trenton and I were sharing the cabana.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet… I can’t wait to make you take this dick… I’m gonna make this muthafucka spit.”

“Damn, this pussy is good.” He grunted. “You are mine for the duration of this trip, baby. You hear me?”

“You are gonna fuck around and have a nigga in love with this pussy, Quinn.” I moaned in her ear. “Don't make me make this shit mine.”

“You feel good too, baby. Pussy should never be this damn good. She creamed on my shit. Got me in here fucking you in these people's club. Whatchu doing to me, woman?”

“We’ve already established that you’re mine for the duration of your trip. I can’t take care of you how I know you want me to take care of you if you’re next door.”

“Life ain’t always about the family you are born into. Sometimes it’s more about the one you create.

“I hear you, baby. You know I gotta fuck with you a lil bit.” “I want to be loved properly. I want my man to be my best friend in addition to being my lover. I want to be spoiled with affection and attention. I want to feel protected and respected. If you are gonna disrespect me at any point, disrespect this pussy while you fucking me. And speaking of fucking, I need my back blown out on a regular basis—legs to the ceiling, balls to the wall, ass smacking, hair pulling, throat grabbing type of fucking.”

I wasn’t above cursing a muthafucka out over what was mine.

“This shit is mine, Quinn.” He moaned in my ear. “Even when you leave here, this pussy is mine.”

“I’ve been wet for you since I got here,” she moaned. “My pussy has been waiting for you all day, baby.”