Is this dude really serious? See I would be wrong if I slapped the shit out of him. As I looked around the bedroom I shared with David, my man of the last 5 years, I couldn’t believe I was actually in this situation. I was hoping something would happen and I would wake up out of this crazy ass nightmare but there was absolutely nothing that could erase my reality.
As I walked into the living room and saw his dumb ass sitting there with the nerve to have tears in his eyes, I shook my head to stop my rage. All the times that I sat there waiting and praying that he came home in one piece. All the times I begged him to spend quality time with me, and now he wants to cry? I guess he finally realized that I was not EVER coming back. It only took 3 little… no 3 BIG ASS letters. S T D. This asshole gave me CHLAMYDIA! When that fake Facebook account inboxed me that I should get myself checked out, I was shocked. I wanted to ignore it and chalk it up to it being one of the scandalous hoes that had been chasing him for years, but something told me that this was some something to follow up on. A trip to planned parenthood and it was confirmed my dude had a dirty ass dick.
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continued from Flight 2828 Pt One: Take Off
As I struggled to get my bag out of the overhead compartment, Cat slinked down the aisle and off the plane without even a goodbye. I hustled to catch her and saw a slight trace of her tell tale scarf head into the ladies room. I followed her while dodging perplexed looks. I was on a mission and that mission was her.
“Catrina…” I said in a raised voice. “Catrina it’s Kris”. At the end of the row of stalls I could see the handicap stall open. With a hurried flick of the wrist I found myself, Cat and our carryons together again in the crowded stall.
“Umm I wanted to give you the money I….”
Continue reading Flight 2828 Pt. Two: Crash Landing (an erotica)
How did I get here? I still feel flush as I finally open my eyes. It takes a minute for them to focus as the harsh fluorescent bulbs bear down on my face.
Did this really just happen? It couldn’t have just happened. They must have laced my airplane size vodka with some form of hallucinogenic because things like this just don’t happen to me. As I gently lick my lips and take a deep breath I realize that the taste on my lips definitely was not chapstick, and the aroma I smelled was a seductive mix of Chanel No 5 and a forbidden intoxicant that you can not buy in a bottle. I quickly lock the bathroom stall door so that my rude awakening would not be coupled by an even ruder interruption.
As my mind is still a swirl of vivid images of animalistic grabs and bites I look down at what fell out of my lap… a turquoise scarf… Catrina.
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(Part 3 of 3)
Ok, now I must admit my “turn out” story does lean itself to the stereotype… I guess.
I was “in love” once… I swear it seems silly now, but at one time there wasn’t one thing I wouldn’t do for J-boi. See she was older, she was street, she was….broke. It wasn’t until I was too deep and too invested to quit her that I realized that I wasn’t in love with the J-boi of 2006, I was in love with the J-boi of 1996 when she was still hot.
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(Part 2 of 3)
My father was a hustler and my mother was a premium whore. Even in the 70s, Lady Jay could command 500 a lay. She was gorgeous. Her skin was so warm and smooth to the touch that some of her tricks began to call her China Jay. I would say she had a Foxy Brown in Coffee body, but that wouldn’t do her justice. Her waist was small and her hips so full that you would swear she was a prototype for sexual perfection.
Continue reading Pussy Sells… I Get it From My Mama
I am a businesswoman and I am in the business of women. I am sure you have other terms for me… pimp..madame…whore… But before you give me your two cents about how I should be ashamed of myself I have one question for you.
Are you fucking?
…. I’ll wait.
Continue reading Pussy Sells – My Story