I Wanna Be Down

by AshleyNicole

Did I really need the spark? Not really. I wasn’t trying to fall in love. I was looking for a nut. A big one. Huge. I’d imposed a moratorium on doing it myself. I practically had nerve damage from using my vibrator every night. My poor hand started trembling if it came close to my rose. So, nope. I wasn’t doing it myself. I needed him and his high-pitched voice to get me there.

Girllll!! Lmao

“Ohhh, that’s right.” He groaned as I dug in a bit deeper. “Rub my weenie.” Record skip. Wait a goddamn second! He did not say that shit. Weenie?

Lmfao

I deserve a man who knows he has a dick between his legs. Ain't nobody got time for the PBS afternoon special safe words. Call that motherfucker what it is. A DICK. D.I.C.K."

"Yo, you really just gave me that white person smize?" his tone said he was offended, but his smile said he was amused. I could see the subtle gray hairs in his beard that did nothing to age him and everything to increase his appeal. He looked wise.

"You didn't meet me," he corrected, "I don't know your name. You don't know mine."

I cracked up, "Sadly, neither. No, um… I have…" I peered into the living room, trying to see if I could see the girls, then pointed them out. "I have two friends who've laid claims to you. Y'all are gonna have a threesome later." He immediately clutched his invisible pearls, "Oh my."

I checked my watch for the time, considering a quick workout. I wasn't a workout addict, but I like to do something to keep moving daily. I'd played volleyball from middle school all the way to college. It was in me to be active.

Ok volleyball player!!

"Well, yeah, if I was building them. But I'm not. The owner is trying to offload them to keep his ex from getting them. Something about him finding her bent over in front of his stepson from a previous marriage." "Shiiiiiit." "Yeah, it's a wild story. So, he's getting rid of shit, and I'm getting them at practically a steal. They're already well run, so I'd just need to get a few hires in there, and that's that."

We sat there, and each ate two cupcakes, passing the jug of milk back and forth like it was a 40, and I couldn't have been more at peace. There was nowhere else I'd have rather been then right there with her, doing the most lowkey shit ever. "Alright," she turned to me once the cupcakes and milk were gone. "This cuddling…" "Yes, ma'am?" she could say whatever she wanted; my night was already.

Ugh 😩 🥰❤️

Oh, shit. My mouth was wide open as I cracked up. She definitely wasn't supposed to see that. "It's all coming back to me is my shit," I declared unabashedly. "Oh, please understand; it was very clear in your performance." "You should've joined me." "Nah, you had solo act energy. I didn't want to intrude. I was torn between singing it myself and watching your performance.

😭😭😂

"I'm glad too." I squeezed her tighter. "Thank you so much for this," she nodded towards the stage. "I didn't have a clue who we were seeing." "I found out this morning." "Well, again, thank you." I thought she'd move from the hug, but she didn't. She stayed there, looking between my eyes and lips. That was all the invitation I needed. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation as I kissed her, on either of our parts. I thought for a split second she might pull away, but she got even higher on her toes to reach me better. I angled my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue having joined the party mere seconds into it. She grunted softly and placed a hand on the back of my head. She tasted like peace. I can't explain what exactly that tastes like, but I'm sure that's what it was. My peace.

Listen!! I want to taste like peace to a man!

I let him leave the room first, so I could slip my panties on. Once again, I found my eyes glued to his damn ankles. I'm gon have to talk to somebody about this shit because what thee entire fuck?

Lmao

I came in that position a handful of times before he made me turn towards him, and he plundered me even worse as he stared into my eyes, taunting me. By the end of the night, I’d been twisted into a pretzel, a crab, a cowgirl, a mermaid, and an eagle. I passed out just to get away from him.

😩🥴

"I even told you when you left Mommy's house. So, stop trying to make this shit seem like a reaction to liquor. You're it for me. I keep telling you. You are absolutely going to be my wife. I wanted to be down with you from the second I met you—been trying to be down with you." He sucked his teeth and rubbed his forehead roughly with his palm, "I'm buggin. I don't want to force you to be with me. It's cool that you don't feel the same way. I need to fall back." That last part was said more to himself than me. "Let's go to bed. We can have this conversation when you're sober and rational. You've had a long and painful day, but you're about to piss me off. I don't want to be mad at you." He was irritating me, but I understood because I hadn't clarified my feelings to him.