Saturday, February 10, 2018

As teenagers we did not talk. He was quite and shy around me. I was arrogant and only attracted to the guy flexing his power.

He came over last week. His thick lips demanded more attention than his hazel eyes. His toupee skin could have been baked an extra 30mins but his muscles and masculinity were dominant no matter his skin tone. His 6'1 stature was no longer quite and shy. He walked thru my door like he was going to the gym to put in work. Nonchalant with swag looked really good on him. I hadn't seen it before then so I figured it was transient. Fleeting facades never interested me so it was easy to overlook the tension. For he would always be the lame in the corner who didn't talk me as kids.

I woke up to his chiseled arms around my neck and my face planted on his chest. I wiped the drool from the corner of mouth but couldn't dry the moisture between my legs. The whole weekend was innocent and pure so how was his body singing sweet nothings to mine? Like a cat in heat... I rubbed my body on his, I caressed every part in arms length, I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. Not sure why or how the need to have him came into my mind. I dove in. I didn't care about rejection, about what if, or about safety. I was in a dangerous position. I feasted on all I saw for everything was mine for the taking.

Several days later...
Me: "Yo I'm still shocked you ain't Jones'ing"
Him: "I was worried about you making it to work"
Me: "I need to get my pussy game up. Lol you ain' even sprung. That's a first for me"
Him: "Should I be sweatin you?? You don't know what you want. If you said you wanted me then I would be sweatin. But you said you just wanted to play. I think your full of shit sometimes lol 😁
Me:" If you liked the goods you would be sweatin me no matter what I wanted.
Him:" You are not mine so I'm not setting no expectations. If you said the pussy was mine it would be a different story. But it's not so your full of shit. Boys chase after wet dreams. Men make their woman wet in there dreams when there not around. #icebergslim





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