The School Project...

Where u at?

Terrance texted his classmate, Kevin. They were supposed to be working on a project together but, as usual, Kevin was late. 

Omw...be there in 5 mins he replied. Terrance rolled his eyes and threw the phone on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned to his favorite channel, ESPN. He wanted to catch up on the college basketball scores before Kevin got there. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Terrence unlocked the door, and Kevin walked in and smiled. Wassup. Irritated, Terrence couldn’t help but smile back. Kevin had a nice smile that always got him out of trouble. He was tall and built with a body that definitely wasn’t a stranger to the gym. He was captain of the University basketball team, 6’2 21 years old, caramel skin, beautiful lips, and the body of a champion. Sorry I’m late...we practiced a little longer than normal. Kevin said as he sat on the couch. Yea yea...its coo, Terrance replied. 

Terrance looked at Kevin’s arms as he pulled his notes out of his backpack. He was wearing red Nike basketball shorts, a wife beater, and a pair of Jordan sandals with black socks. His caramel skin was flawless and he licked his lips as he watched. U ready? Kevin asked. Yeah...let’s get this shit poppin. Terrance sat next to Kevin and they began brainstorming. Damn nigga...its kinda hot in here Kevin said. Terrance got up and turned the AC up. Kevin looked at Terrance’s perfectly round ass sitting pretty in a pair of basketball shorts and black & white AE underwear that showed the shape of his ass. His bright yellow skin and perfect smile added to his perfection, and his deep masculine voice made it even better, since he was attracted to masculine bottoms. Tha fuck you lookin at nigga? Terrance said as he sat back down. Kevin could feel his heat rising as he reminisced on their last session in the locker room after the game a few nights ago. Terrance was taking pictures at the game for a local sports magazine and Kevin scored the winning 3 point shot. The locker room was empty and they had a quickie in the shower. Terrance sat back down and attempted to work on the project. How bout we write about the Occupy movement and relate it to the Civil Rights movement he suggested. Nah, how bout you come a lil closer Kevin said with a slick grin as he moved closer to Terrance and put his hand on his right thigh. Terrance pushed his hand away and moved back. Nah...I’m good.

Kevin and Terrance have been messing around for nearly two months, and were on the verge of a relationship, but they didn’t trust each other. Terrance was a star athlete and Kevin was on the of the hottest rising photographers in the country. They were always traveling, and didn’t see much of each other.

Why you trippin bae? Kevin asked as he inched closer and closer.

Oh so I’m bae now? Normally you act like you don’t know me...Terrance folded his arms and turned away.

You know I gotta protect my image...Kevin pleaded with Terrance to understand, but he angrily got up and went into the kitchen, fixing himself a drink with his back to Kevin. He was tired of hearing about his ‘image’. He knew that dating an athlete would be difficult, especially if he made it into the NBA, but he hated the fact that Kevin was so worried about his image that he acted like he didn’t know him in public. Terrance is also secretive, and only a few people know about his sexuality. Kevin bit his lip as he looked at that ass again. He imagined himself bending him over the counter and getting it in, as they had done so many times before. He wanted to hear him moan and scream his name as he pounded that ass into the wall. He knew he was mad, but the dick the perfect remedy. Terrance couldn’t resist...it was too good. He walked up behind him and started kissing the back of his neck.

Nigga what you doin? I aint playin...Terrance tried to play hard to get, but Kevin kept kissing, moving from the back of his neck to his earlobe, to the side of his neck.

Damn Kev...Terrance moaned and whispered as Kevin hit his spot. He moved in closer so he could feel his 10 inch dick pressed against his ass. He arched his back a little and slowly grinded on the dick. Damn...he could feel it and he wanted it deep inside him. Kevin reached inside Terrance’s underwear and felt that thick booty. He slid his fingers against the hole, making him flinch and bite his lip with pleasure. He pulled his shorts down and Kevin got on his knees and put his tongue deep in the hole, moving in a clockwise motion as Terrance slowly swayed his hips back in forth.

slurp...spit...slurp

Damn bae...eat that shit...damn Terrance moaned as Kevin’s tongue pleasured him. He got up and pulled his shorts down as Terrance turned around and got on his knees. He watched his beautiful dick jump as it was released from Kevin’s black Polo boxer briefs. He smiled and kissed the head before licking the shaft up and down, then putting the dick in his mouth slowly, inch by inch. He teased him before devouring the whole dick in his mouth, slurping licking and spitting.

Damn bae...get that shit wet. DAAAAMNNNNNNNNNNNN bae

Terrance bobbed his head up and down as he slurped on Kevins thick pipe. Kevin grabbed the back of his head and moved his hips back and forth, guiding his dick in and out of Terrance’s mouth.

Damn T...FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK

He was ready for that ass. He pulled his dick out of his mouth and kissed him before turning him around and bending him over the counter. He tapped his dick on his hole before slowly inching it in. Terrance flinched as that big dick invaded his ass.

Damn you tight as hell bae

Kevin grabbed the Wet Platinum from his basketball shorts, lubed up and tried again. The dick slid in slowly, and they both let out a soft moan as Terrance’s walls wrapped around Kevins pipe.  He gripped his waist and moved his hips back and forth slowly so he could get used to the dick. He started stroking faster and faster.

DAAAMMMNNNNNN baby....FUCCCKKKKKK BEAT....DAT....SHIT....UP!!!

Kevin slapped his ass, and lifted his left leg onto the counter, digging deeper and harder

YOU LIKE THIS DICK NIGGA??

Yes Da---...FUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK....ohhhhhh shiiitttttttttttttt ba---dammmmnnnnnn...AHHHHHHHHH

They moved from the counter to the couch, Kevin laid on his back and Terrance slowly sat on the dick

Shhitttt baby...

Terrance grabbed Kevin’s chest as he rotated his hips back and forth, slowly at first then faster and faster. He was in control now, and he was gonna make sure Kevin knew it.

YOU LIKE THIS ASS BAE?

Kevin was speechless...his toes were curling and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He grabbed his thighs and started thrusting the dick into him from below, fucking him like crazy. They flipped in the missionary position, and Kevin buried his face in his neck, kissing him as he stroked. 

DAMN BABY....I’M BOUT TO...AHHHHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKK

Terrance busted a nut as Kevin continued to pound him. He took the dick out and started jacking off near Terrance’s face. Terrance took the dick in his mouth as Kevin busted.

DAAAMMMNNNNN NIGGA Kevin pulled his dick out with a loud pop and laid back on the couch. They passed out in each others arms.

©SC 2011

Jailbait

I’m not tryna go to jail. Do you know what they do to sexy lite skinned boys like me in there?

*closes eyes and cringes*

Exactly. A group of four or five big burly ass nasty looking dudes will tie you down and bang you senseless. And not in the good, to curling, make you want it over and over again kinda way. No lube...no condoms...no vaseline, just raw nasty butt fucking, then you end up in the infirmary with half of your lower intestine hanging out. If you are a loose booty queen, then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, but for tite booty niggas like myself,  jail is the LAST place I need to be.

Which is why I can’t fuck with the 17-18 year old bois that have been hittin me up lately. And these young queens are BOLD! I can’t take it!! 

True Story:

I was on facebook minding my own business when a dude hit me up. He was nice lil lite skinned cutie...we exchanged messages for awhile, then he gave me his number and we started texting. He asked if we could hang out one day, and I told him we could go out for drinks or something. Then, HE said “LOL I’m only 17”

GURRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

My jaw nearly hit the floor. I looked at his pics again...he didn’t LOOK 17. And he didn’t ACT 17 either, but the mofo is 17 and still in high school. I’m not running a damn nursery. Tha fuck I look like taking someone on a date to ChuckECheese? Got me all fucked up. He’s hella cute though...and they say the young bois got that GOOOD. Then again, some of these kids are already worn out with no tread on the tires.

Definitely not feeling it. Don’t get me wrong, youngins are fun to PLAY with (as long as they are legal...or Diggy Simmons) but they aren’t relationship material. Like seriously...what can an 18 year old do for me? They don’t know what they want. They don’t know who they are.

Then again, maybe a young wifey isn’t such a bad idea. Especially if he’s in college and doing something with his life. Something about a college schoolboi turns me on and drives me crazy. They are so ambitious and sexy. 

The niggas my age are confused and clueless, and the older men are crazy as hell. This young generation seems to have their shit together (kinda) and they might not be that bad...as long as they can cook. Definitely need somebody that likes to cook.

But lets keep it legal...I can’t go to jail. (He’ll be 18 in a few weeks tho)

Clingy...

A Recent Phone Conversation:

Him: Wyd?

Me (Rolling eyes): Chillin...wassup

Him: Nuthin. I miss you

Pause

Ummmm but really though. How can you miss somebody if you barely know them? How can you miss somebody that you just met and haven’t even fucked, or played with? That’s how you know a nigga is crazy. I don’t know what it is about me that makes dudes act like this...maybe its the eyes and the smile. Or maybe its my wonderful personality ;)

I don’t like clingy people. I need somebody with a little independence. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to be missed but got DAYUM! I likes my space, which is why I’m single now. When dudes start acting like that it turns me COMPLETELY off because I feel like I’m in another relationship. But the fucked up thing is that I don’t like rejecting people. I’m too nice and I don’t like hurting people’s feelings, so I kinda sorta go along with it, which is DANGEROUS in the long run. Why? Because feelings end up hurt anyway, and its much worse than it would have been if I was just up front about the way I felt.

WAIT

I’m ALWAYS up front and honest about how I feel. I told the dude I wasn’t into a relationship right now, so he knows what he’s getting himself into. But I can’t help but feel bad about not feeling the same way that he does about me. This is why I think boys are stupid. How can you fall for someone if you KNOW what the deal is? You KNOW they aren’t interested in a relationship and you KNOW that they don’t want to be with you.

I think there’s somebody for everybody, but you have to have the time and patience to wait for the right person. A lot of people have a defined LIST of what they want in a potential bf, and if a nigga doesn’t fit that list then he’s OUT. But we have to be a little more flexible. The dating game has changed...shits WAY to complicated! But it is what it is, which is why I do my own damn thing. I can’t help it if others get hurt in the crossfire. Ok...maybe that’s a little mean, but I blame BET.

Speaking of BET, have you seen Terrence J’s fine ass lately? I mean he was ALWAYS cute, but now the nigga is gorgeous. I would do so many inappropriate things to him

*mind wanders*

Is it getting hot in here?

And another thing: why do dudes get mad whenever I talk about how fine a celebrity is? Everyone that knows me knows I’m in LOVE with Bow Wow (We’re getting married. Our colors are purple and gold, and we’re registered at Neimans). But my ex used to hate when I talked about how sexy he is. Its not like I was fucking him...although I wouldn’t mind. And Rodney Harrison can get it too...

Ok, now I’m rambling and I forgot what I was talking about in the first place. So uhh...how do we handle the clingy bois???

Learning About Boys...

I don’t wanna be loved...I don’t wanna be loved. Yup, Ms. Miguel (as I like to call him) speaks to my soul with that song. No bite marks, no scratches, no hickeys. Just wham bam thank you maam...get dressed, go home, and call me when you’re ready for round two.  Ok, I’m not THAT raw with it, but I just can’t get dudes to understand that I’m NOT looking for a relationship right now. After being with someone for two years (and technically not OFFICIALLY broken up) you can’t just jump into a new relationship after six months. Thats a mistake that is made too often. I’ve even done it myself...hell that’s how I ended up in my last situation. I need time to cool off and find myself. Wait...that sounds corny. 

Seriously though, I gotta take time to evaluate my last relationship and figure out what went wrong (although I already have a pretty good idea). And I can’t do that with another dude tied to my arm. Besides, I’m kinda sorta enjoying the single life.

Being single is what you make of it. Yeah there are people that say the single life sucks and I understand how that feels. After all, the weather is about to get cold and its gonna be cuffin season. Cold nights by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate with the boo...laying up on the couch watching movies...hot passionate sex. Yup, that’s what its all about.

UNFORTUNATELY I can’t be cuffed right now. It wouldn’t be fair to me or the other person because they wouldn’t have my full attention. I have a lot going on right now. School, work, running a business, trying to have a social life. Yeah, so a relationship doesn’t quite fit into the equation. And I tell niggas all the time “I’m not looking for a relationship” but they keep trying to tie me down. And then get mad at ME when things don’t go their way. Its really not my fault.

And for some strange reason, the young kids love me. I’m talking about the 17-18 year olds. Can’t do it...I’m not going to jail for ANYBODY (except Diggy Simmons...when will he be 18?) I don’t have time to sit around changing diapers and wiping noses. Tha fuck I look like running a day care center?

I’m learning a lot about myself though...I learned that I have a TYPE, and most of the dudes I’ve dated/talked to/played around with in the best were the exact opposite. Does that make sense? Hell naw...but it is what it is. And I learned that I only have 3 simple requirements:

1. Be able to cook
2. SEX SEX SEX
3. Leave me the hell alone so I can play video games or watch football

Don’t get me wrong, I know how to cook my own food. I’m not saying I want somebody thats gonna have breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table when I ask for it (although that would be nice), I just want somebody that CAN cook. Is that too much to ask?

Jealousy & Betrayal: Chapter 1

“Fuck you nigga!” Antonio screamed at his boyfriend Kevin as he snatched his bags and walked out of the loft they shared for the last three years. He just found out his boyfriend had been cheating on him with a nigga named Carlos from Atlanta. Kevin was an up & coming music producer, and he was always taking trips out of the city. Antonio is an up & coming photographer, and since they were both in the industry he thought he could trust him. Clearly he was wrong. “Baby come back” Kevin followed Antonio into the hallway attempting to calm him down and talk about the situation. “Let’s talk boo...I love you. I’m sorry”. Antonio looked at him and rolled his eyes. “I got shit to do...” Antonio walked down the stairs, unlocked his 2011 Dodge Charger, and threw his bags in the backseat. He called his best friend, Christian. “Yo, can I stay with you for a little while? I just broke up with Kevin’s triflin ass”

“Yea bro...stay here as long as you need”

“Ite...I’ll be there in ten minutes”

Antonio really didn’t wanna stay with Christian, but he had no other place to go. His parents didn’t approve of his lifestyle and wouldn’t accept him back into their home. His other friends were dealing with drama of their own and he didn’t want to intrude. He’s known Christian since they were 5 years old and he was going through a break up of his own, so he figured they could be there for each other. He pulled up to Christian’s building, parked, and buzzed his loft.

“Yo”

“Let me in nigga!!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“NOW before I beat yo azz!”

The door clicked and Antonio took the elevator to the 15th floor. He knocked on the door and Christian came out wearing nothing but his boxers and flashing that million dollar smile that always seemed to get him in trouble. “Ewwwwww nigga...put that shit away. Lil dick azz” Antonio said as he hugged his friend and walked inside. He tried not to stare at his best friends chiseled abs and  perfect chest as he dropped his bags in the living room. “Damn you got a nice lil place.”

“Yeah...been living here damn near 3 months and this is your first time seeing it. What kinda friend are you?”

“Whateva nigga...I been goin thru shit”

Christian is a sexy dude. He’s 5’10, 175 with a banging body and caramel colored tatted complexion. He plays football for UCLA and is entering the NFL Draft in the spring. He always has boys chasing him and can’t keep a steady relationship because he doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants. He’s not DL, but discreet about who he lets in his business, and doesn’t mess around with just ANYBODY. All of Christians smash buddies/friends/lovers look somewhat like him, athletic and sexy as hell. Christian & Antonio messed around a few times in high school, and Antonio still had a slight crush on him but decided they were better off as friends, even though he still jacked off to the image of his tight body every now and then. As they were talking about their relationship situations, Antonio’s eyes kept scanning Christian’s body and resting on his dick. Antonio is a versatile top, but Christian is packing and he is a straight top.

“Yo you ite?” Christian asked... “Yea...my bad”

Their eyes met and the sexual tension was thick. Christian also had feelings for Antonio, but the timing was never right. He knew that Antonio was the only nigga that could keep him in line and he purposely fucked up his relationships because he couldn’t see himself with anyone except Antonio. Christian’s cell phone rang, interrupting their moment.

“Yo...yea...ok” he hung up the phone and turned to Antonio. “You gonna be ite?”

“What, you got a booty call or somethin?” Antonio asked

“Hahaha maybe”

Christian put on his clothes and walked out the door, leaving Antonio alone with his thoughts and a hard dick. 

Meanwhile, Christian was speeding across town to meet Brandon for one of their sessions. They met at a party a few months ago and have been kicking it hard ever since. It wasn’t real serious, because they both had busy schedules, but Christian didn’t mind fucking his brains out whenever he could. Brandon was a dancer and the sex was phenomenal. Christian knocked on the door and Brandon answered, wearing nothing but a wife beater and black boxer briefs.

“Took you long enough to get here”
“Whateva nigga”

Brandon wasted no time unzipping Christians jeans and putting his semi hard dick in his mouth. He slurped his pipe until it was fully hard, then looked at him.

“You like that daddy?”

“Hell yea...”

Christian pulled down Brandons boxer briefs, laid him on the couch, and started eating him out. His soft moans and Christians slurping filled the room. Christian reached into his jeans and pulled out a Magnum and a small bottle of Wet Platinum.

“You ready nigga?”

“Yea daddy”

Christian lubed him up and put on the condom. He lubed his dick and began sliding his manhood into Brandon as he moaned. 

“Wait baby...slow down”

“I got you”

Brandon got on his hands and knees and Christian gripped his waist, pushing slowly until all eleven inches were inside. He started grinding slowly until Brandon got used to the feeling, then started stroking faster and faster. The room was filled with sounds of Brandon moaning and Christian grunting and slapping his ass. Their session was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the door.

Joel (Part 2)

This nigga must think I’m stupid...or blind. Or both...

I had been fuckin around with Joel for about three months, but I still had a boyfriend. I like to have my cake and eat it too. Besides, my boyfriend didn’t give a fuck about me, so I did as I pleased. Fuck his feelings. Joel and I kinda had a special relationship. He even told me he loved me a few times. I didn’t believe that shit though. Niggas lie.

I ignored the used condom on his windowsill. And I ignored the bottle of lube that kept getting lower and lower (I always brought my own lube to his crib). I knew he was fucking around with other dudes, but I didn’t care. After all, we weren’t OFFICIALLY together. I was just tagging that ass whenever I had a free moment. 

He didn’t have to lie about it though.

“Who you fuckin?” I asked one night after I finished pounding his ass into the wall

“Nobody bae...just you”

I gave him my ‘Nigga you lying...you full of shit’ look.

Then he said: “Really bae. You know I love you”

I raised my eyebrow

“Nigga really?”

“Really. You my heart”

I started to give him the ‘bitch-boo-bye’ routine and go home. We already fucked (twice) so why was I still there? I mean, his ass was good but it wasn’t THAT damn good. It was good enough to pay his (Cricket) cell phone bill, but not his car note. Or his insurance for that matter. I decided to take a deep breath and not press the issue. Fuck him...he wasn’t worth me getting my pressure all up. You know high blood pressure runs rampant among black folk, and I’m much too young to be sitting in somebody’s hospital bed with tubes and IVs and shit running through my body. Too cute for that...

So I grabbed his laptop, intending to kill some time before going home. He got mad.

“What you doin?” he asked, with a little attitude.

I started to pop his ass, but I realized that it wasn’t my house, nor was it my computer, so I really had NO room to get upset and beat his ass.

“Jus checkin my Facebook. Is that cool with you?”

“Hell naw”

He reached over and tried to take the computer away from me but I pulled it out of his reach.

“You hiding something?”

He got mad and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the laptop and BAM. His BGC page was right there in front of me. He had 20 messages. Not only was he a hoe, but he was a dumb hoe. A smart hoe woulda had that computer LOCKED. I sat there and tried to figure out how to play this situation. I had three options:

Option 1: Play it cool. I already fucked him several times over the last few months and he was calling/texting me multiple times each day begging for the dick.

Option 2: Beat his ass for trying to play me like an X-Box

Option 3: Invite one of his BGC buddies over for a lil wham bam

I decided to pick option 3. I replied to a message from PAPITHUG347 (lame cliche ass name). We did the usual back and forth shit until we finally got to the nitty gritty. PAPI agreed to come over in an hour. Joel came out of the bathroom as I was putting his laptop away.

“Damn...what took you so long?”

“I was getting ready for YOU”

“Nigga please...”

45 minutes later I started getting nervous. What if dude didn’t show up? Or what if he texted Joel? I didn’t even know what I was gonna do when the dude got there. 3 Some? Fight? I would figure it out when the time came. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“You expectin company?” I asked with a slick grin on my face

He rolled his eyes and answered the door. His jaw damn near hit the floor when he saw PAPI. I couldn’t help but laugh...the shit was funny. He quickly shut the door in his face and ran back to me.

“You ight?” I asked.

“Yea...I’m good”

He was  nervous as hell so I decided to answer the door and let the man in, because its hella rude to leave people standing at your front door. PAPI was actually sexier in person. He was 6’1 with a bangin body, nice ass, and all the shit that gays go for. I explained the situation to him. Turns out Joel was feeding PAPI the same ‘I love you I can’t wait to be with you’ shit he was giving me. Our first instinct was to beat his ass, but we decided to be a little more civil about the situation, so we left and went back to his place and had our own little revenge fuck session. Niggas aint nothin but hoes...

My Firsts

2005. I was stupid back then. Stupid and horny as hell. I got my first taste of boy puss that year and I haven’t been the same ever since. I also got my first taste of dang a lang...Sometimes I look back on those days and wish that some of the events never happened, but then I realize that every experience is a lesson learned and I should be grateful for every idiot that I have ever fucked with.

I have two FIRST boyfriends (I know that doesn’t make any sense, but FUCK YOU! This is my story dammit!) The first first was a young man that was a few years younger than me. I met him on some social networking site...uhmmm Myspace or Facebook or Blackplanet (yes, I’m THAT old), whatever was poppin at the time. We exchanged info and talked on a daily basis about stupid high school relationship nonsense. The relationship didn’t work because he was psycho and immature. We tried it again a few months later with the same result. An ex is an ex for a reason, and I learned that early.

We are still friends, somewhat. But that’s a story for another day. We never had SEX, which is why I have two firsts...

The second first was crazy. And not just regular crazy. He was psycho Texas Chainsaw Massacre serial killer crazy. He was from New Orleans (he was living here BEFORE Katrina), about 5’10, dark skinned, cute smile, nice ass, and a decent sized dick. I remember calling in sick to work one day so we could fuck. Yup...that was the day I lost my boyginity (boyginity=boy virginit...for those of you that can’t keep up), which was a very painful, yet pleasant experience. About a week later I got a phone call from him:

Him: Bae, I got something to tell you...

Me (fearing the worst): What?

Him: I cheated on you with my best friend.

Hold up...what now????

Me: What?

Him: I’m so so so sorry

I was young at the time, so I didn’t really know how to handle the situation. Let that shit happen now though...

Anywho, I really didn’t know what to do. And I didn’t have anyone to ask for advice. I couldn’t just walk up to my mom and say ‘My boyfriend cheated on me, what should I do?’ And my high school friends weren’t aware of my SEXUALITY.

But he apologized, and he seemed sincere, so I let the shit go and stayed with his triflin ass. Everything was cool for the next few months, but eventually we faded apart. I’m sure he did something to piss me off, but I can’t think of what it was at the moment. 

He called me a few months later.

Him: I miss you

Me: Nigga save that shit

Him: For real...I miss you

So we started talking again (yes, I fell for that bullshit. #dontjudgeme) Everything was good. We chilled (and fucked) every weekend. But it was my first year of college and there was plenty of sweet eye candy to look at during the week. Eventually I got tempted and tasted some of it. Yup...I cheated on him (payback is a bitch, right?)

I actually felt guilty about it, so I told him what I did. He was PISSED. We got into a fight over it...but he forgave me (like I really gave a fuck) and we moved on. We broke up again a few months later and we haven’t really talked since. We hit each other up every now and then on Facebook, but its not as heavy as it used to be.

This relationship taught me several things.

1. Niggas are NOT to be trusted. No exceptions
2. Niggas from Louisiana are CRAZY, ESPECIALLY if they are from New Orleans (no offense...) No exceptions
3. Niggas from Louisiana have good sex game 
4. Never trust a big butt and a smile

As for the other first...

Like I said, his ass was crazy and immature. But he was cute. And could ride dick like a soldier (or so I had heard). We talked again during my last year of college. He was a freshman and he KNEW that I had a boyfriend but he would always flirt with me and try to slide my pole in his hole. I’m not sure what it is, but apparently messing with married men is in these days. I won’t lie, I was tempted to break his back on several occasions. In fact, he invited me to his dorm room one day when his roommate wasn’t there. At first I didn’t plan on doing anything, but he started touching and kissing the right spots until I was rock hard. When I get horny, I turn into an animal. Something inside of me snaps...like when a pit bull senses a female in heat. 

So I knew I was fucking that night. Or so I thought...he played with the dick for a little while, but suddenly he said that he had a headache and he wasn’t feeling it.

REALLY? Really nigga? I wasn’t having that. I was gonna at least get some head, and that’s exactly what I did. I nutted all over his face. That’s what he gets for not giving me any ass...

That was about a year ago. We still talk on and off, but he’s got issues. MAJOR issues. AND he’s a gold digger. I really don’t have time for drama, and I don’t like having that element in my life. So we wave when we see each other in the club, and text each other once or twice a month. That’s about it...

An ex is an ex for a reason, but the first is always special (so they say). Both of my FIRSTS were crazy as hell...but that aint shit compared to some of the other psychos I’ve dated. But we’ll save that for another day...

UGH

I made the mistake of telling my BF that I was bored. He called me...and I answered. I told him that I was bored and didn't have anything to do. He gave me this long ass lecture about how I should be more social and do stuff with my friends (even though he gets mad when I hang out with my friends, but he won't admit it...). Where was I? Oh...right. He said I should do stuff with my friends and enjoy the beautiful weather.

UGH

This type of stuff makes me mad...besides, most of my friends are working or out of town. And I'm really NOT a social person. I kinda like being by myself (most of the time). He really has a way of gettin under my SKIN. And then he'll say or do something to make me unMAD (is that a word?)

HMMM...

UUUGGGHHHHH *mad-face*

I'm CONVINCED...

Men experience PMS every month.

SEE

Once a month EVERY MONTH my BF walks around with a shitty ass attitude for no damn reason. Whenever I ask him what's wrong he gives me this shit-faced look and tells me that nothings bothering him.

I'm not an IDIOT and I can tell that somethings wrong with his ass, so I ask him again. He gives me the same shit-faced look, so I go on about my business. At first I just dealt with it...cause people can be moody and I know that I act like that sometimes

BUT

This shit is really starting to irritate me. *sigh* I guess I have to go back to being the OLD me...

Its Only Cheating If You Get Caught

Read the title again...CAREFULLY

My BF said that stupid shit to me (he's the same BF that told me a threesome is considered cheating, but I'll write about that later). Now I wanted to get IGNORANT pop his ass, but I went away to my little corner and thought about his statement.

SO:

If you commit a crime (rape, murder, etc.) and you don't get caught, is it still considered a crime?

FURTHERMORE

If a tree falls in the woods and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?

EXACTLY

**BULLSHIT**

And what if you have a different opinion of what counts as cheating? Some people think that simply looking at another person is 'against the rules'. Of course rules were meant to be broken (hahaha)

This mofo betta watch himself though! I don't wanna break anyone's bones...