by Jamie Dossie
Grabbing the remote; watching whatever sports is on television, my mind is racing like a muthafucka. I know the old saying “what is done in the dark will come to the light,” I knew this day was going to come. I just didn’t know when, and I am just glad that I was prepared for it. Flicking on the T.V. like a mad man; trying to cover my thoughts with the news, when in actuality, all I can think about is going in that fucking bedroom and fucking her until she fucking passes out. But I am a nigga from the streets, fucking behind another nigga ain’t my style.
It would be different if I didn’t know about it, but damn it! I know, and I am really trying to see how to handle this shit. Either leave it alone, let her do her until she get it out her system, or let her know I know, and then give her an ultimatum. Fuck this! I know what I am about to do. Ring… Ring… Ring… “Hello.”
“Hey ma,” I said. “Umm, who the hell is this on my fucking line?” She asked. “Girl please! If you don’t stop playing with me. You may forget many other niggas, but I’m one nigga you will never forget.” Look at this shit, now she wanna play like she don’t know who the fuck I am. I swear, I don’t know why most of these women playing these dumb ass games with me tonight. “You know what ma? Never mind that I called. See you lost your fucking memory…deuces.” That’s it. I am staying my ass home before I fucking hurt somebody. What the fuck is this, fuck up Goldie’s day or what? Bitches lying, and getting on my damn nerves. Man, I must be turning soft because this shit right here would not even be a question on whether to go off or not. I would be going off and out the fucking door by now.
Some of the shit… I wonder who the fuck is this texting me, looking over at my phone, seeing a blue light keep blinking, has thrown off my thought process. Checking my damn phone, and this shit like to pissed me off immediately. Yeah Goldie, I know this was your ass. I haven’t heard from in a long while, so why are you really texting me? Aren’t you at home with little miss wifey? Look at this dumb shit. If she didn’t want to speak, why the hell text me? She know, out of all women, that I am not about to chase no ass. Especially if that’s all you are to me. Throwing my phone back on the bed wondering, thinking, and planning, as always.
A slight tap on the door, and in walks Jas. With a damn towel wrapped around her body, hair dangling in her face, and the faint scent of some chocolate shit she puts on, filled the air. “Hey baby, I didn’t know if you were sleep or not. Are you planning on coming to bed anytime soon?” she inquired. “Later maybe… why… what’s up?” I replied. “I just thought we could lay together that’s all babe.” She always do this dumb shit. Know I am mad, then walks her ass in here like ain’t nothing wrong. She always pull the sex card on me as much of a nigga as I am. She done played the wrong damn card tonight. The thought of fucking behind some nigga is fucking me up, and bout to have me fuck her up.
“You know what Jas? As much as I would love to have you lay next to me, under better circumstances would be fine. But under this bullshit ass circumstance, its best you take your ass in the bedroom and get some sleep. I will see you in the morning, and close the door on your way out.” I continued clicking on the T.V. as if I was looking for something, knowing damn well I wasn’t. Watching her standing in front of me with her towel wrapped around her, and her mouth gapping open in pure shock. Let me further know she on some bullshit. Then she walked out the room just as quietly as she came in, and closed the damn door.
Indigo 10
I can’t believe this nigga calling and shit, like I am suppose to just jump up and answer for him. He may have some fools in his life, but damn it! I will not be one of them. I mean, I did text him to let him know that I knew it was him calling all along, but seriously, what could he want at night time other than some pussy? On top of that, his ass got in house pussy. So he really needs to lose my number. Besides I have a new man, and he treats me just right. I don’t have no time for this bullshit with Goldie ass.
Knowing him, he’s either pissed about something, or just being the dog ass nigga he is, and just want to fuck someone. His reason for calling me, could only mean that. He never wanted anything else with me other than a sexual relationship but this pussy is getting dicked down by a monster dick that knows how to please me and take care of my needs; not that I asked him to, but he came correct from the very beginning. Living downtown in a loft is amazing; I can look over and see Lake Michigan.
I don’t have to worry about the bullshit that comes with home repairs. For the most part, all the old niggas I was fucking with, I no longer wanted them be able to just come by whenever the spirit moved them. I needed a fresh start, I wanted to be able to just leave the bullshit behind, and start anew, and that meant getting a new place to live. Walking around this loft daily, as my feet become familiar with the wooden floors; the ceramic counter tiles in the kitchen, the Jacuzzi and stand up six shower head in the bathroom and my massive California King bed, I feel alive here. There is an old saying “The quickest way to get over a man is get under a new man,” and damn it! They did not lie.
I am woman enough to admit that I did fall in love with Goldie’s no good ass. As much dick as I got elsewhere, I still couldn’t shake him, I tried my damnedest to shake his ass, but I couldn’t. Goldie has this magnetic appeal about him from the way he dress, the low tone of his voice, and the way he commands attention and respect just by entering a room. The fucked up thing about that is, he creeps in your brain by telling you all the good shit you want to hear; giving you some of that good dick, and even when he says he don’t want a woman he makes you feel like you are his woman. Then you see his ass with some other woman twenty-four hours later, and get instantly pissed.
I start remembering how he held me, kissed me, sucked every inch of my body. Whispering in my ear, telling me he loves me. That man, that man! Every time I think about his ass, my fucking body starts to shudder with excitement, and panties start to slowly get creamed. It should be against the fucking law on how one man can have this much power over any woman. Hell! Every woman that he has probably come across, I am sure he has left a cemented foot print in their hearts. He finally went legit with his mentoring program. From what I hear on the streets, it is thriving.
He goes by his government name now, instead of his street name Goldie, I must admit he is really trying to do his legit thing. I will never forget how he treats women just to serve as a pawn in his bullshit ass games. I can say one more thing about Goldie, he is one of the few men that will tell you the truth about something, but that shit don’t mean shit really, when feelings get involved.
It’s Vodka and cranberry juice time. I haven’t heard from my monster dick, so I guess I will rest my pussy tonight. Because when he does call, he don’t want to hear shit about my pussy being sore from the last time we were together. Now, this man is definitely someone who will get me to get over Goldie ass. I am not like most women I don’t sit around and wait for Mr. Right to come and get me or just fall in my lap. I go get his ass, and fuck up his whole understanding with this pussy and head game. Shit, I love the fact that I got the bomb ass pussy. I don’t need to broadcast. I have brains and booty too. If I want to deal with you on that level, then I will let you into my brain world. If we just fucking; no need to get to know each other on an intellectual level, and no need for faking shit.
Women call me a bitch, ho, and a home-wrecker. None of that shit matters to me, but a bitch will never be able to call me a fake hoe. My monster dick has told me he has a woman that he is really feeling, and that’s all good since I am in no way wanting to be anyone’s woman right now. I just got my new loft. I am doing me the best way I know how and I am fucking and having a ball. BEEP… Hearing my damn phone beep, I can hope it is not Goldie ass texting me again. I don’t want to end up in his fucking bed again. Almost scared to look at the damn text, I reach over on my glass coffee table to see who texted me.
Hey baby, thinking about that sweet ass pussy! Aww, shit! He’s thinking about this pussy, and probably laid the fuck up with h
is boo. I may be a bitch, but damn it! When you got it, you got it. Crossed legs on my cream sofa, drink in hand and R. Kelly singing through the house, I am surely gonna text him back. He knows where the good-good is at. Baby you know where this good pussy is at. When you are ready for it, come get it! My monster dick is thinking about me. That is what I am talking about. We are not together, but he thought enough to be thinking about me even though he is with someone else.
At least I am on his mind. Makes me wonder if Goldie ass is even with his woman, since he was calling me as well. It must be think of “INDIGO” night. Hell! I am not mad at any of them. I know how to put it down, and make a man call for his momma. They probably fucking some timid ass woman, scared to fuck with the lights on and shit. Just thinking about… BEEP… Smiling and checking my text knowing it’s him again. Send me a pic of that pussy! Scooting down to the edge of the sofa; pulling my boy shorts to the side, and raising my left leg up until my foot is behind my head. Pussy gapping open; showing the pink sweet middle, pulling back the hood, so I can capture the prettiest protruding clit he has ever seen.
Snapping three shots in a row, the last one was with my two fingers deep inside of my pussy. Normally that would have made me want to masturbate, and cum a couple of times. But as fucking horny as I stay, I would rather have the touch of a man and the flesh of a real dick. No plastic dicks for me, unless it is used in addition to giving me double penetration. Shit! Nothing like a man who knows how to fuck you in different positions and have you walking bo-legged. The weekend is coming up. I think I need to put monster dick on the books. I need to get this pussy beat up. Shit! I am so horny. Sending those pics to his ass got my pussy dripping. Guess it’s gonna be a three finger night for me.
Derwin 11
This shit don’t make no damn sense. This girl is crazy as fuck, but hell! Guess I am too. I don’t give two fucks. I don’t fuck over my damn feelings. Most niggas will call it a bitch move, on what I am about to do, but fuck that! I was making plans, and falling deeper in love with her. All she was able to do, was tell that she was in love with his ass. Like fuck me and my feelings. She don’t know it, but damn it! She gonna pay for that shit. I walked away like a dog with his puppy tail tucked between his damn legs and this shit is not acceptable. I wanted to slap the fuck out of her when she told me that she was still in love with his no nothing ass.
Hell! He has even drove Chanta’ ass crazy, and all she did was suck his dick. No relationship, no nothing and she done went off the deep end over his ass. I don’t know what the fuck he do to their asses, but damn it! He need to take his trying to get legit ass on some fucking where. Shit! If any of my boys heard me talking like this, I would surely be a bitch ass nigga in their eyes. Their asses are use to fucking any bitch with two legs. They don’t know shit about love, and what it is capable of doing to you when you are in it. Jasmine is the kind of woman, that makes a man want to give her any and everything she desires, or hell! Just even ask for.
That would have not been a problem for me at all. I am damn successful, and we could have took the world by storm; with her writing career being outstanding and me owning my damn business. My home is paid for, and I have no damn kids. I guess when people say that a woman rather have a no nothing ass nigga, other than a good man is true. I thought the damn woman had more sense than that shit. She’s building shit on the fact that they are longtime friends and they have history. I needed more time to get her like I really wanted to, but her heart was on his ass. I swear she should have just told me that shit before I even fucked her; over and over, and over again.
Some shit I can deal with, but a pretty bitch who think that they can treat me however they want, and I am just suppose to take it, Will never do. I need to get in contact with Chanta’, had to send her crazy ass home for a while. She was driving me insane. I have been at the dealership all day, and Wednesdays are usually slow. The weather is pretty mild for it to be mid September. All I really want to do is leave, grab me a beer and chill for the rest of the damn day. Or better yet, I think I may drive pass the new house Jasmine and that nigga living in and shit, like her living in the far suburbs is going to keep her out of my fucking grasp.
Yeah, I think that is a better deal other than go home and have a beer. Guess I will roll through her neighborhood in a black on black 1969 Mach 1 Mustang Fastback. My love for older model mustangs, has always had my attention. Ever since I was a kid. My father taught me that having the original is better than anything that they are remaking on the market today. Older model cars was built for speed and looks, and the body is phenomenal. While all my friends got the new 2014 stuff out, I will always role around in an old mustang. It’s what I love. In fact, I call my mustang… Jasmine.
“Gary, lock up tonight. It is slow as fuck and I got shit to do. I will catch you later, maybe the weekend.” Gary is a cool cat. Got down on his luck, and needed a job in the worst way. My dad always told me “never turn a person away based on their past” everyone has one. “Let their actions now speak for them” and that’s what I did. When he came to me a year ago, he had no experience in the car business, but I taught him what he needed to know, to be successful. I wouldn’t trade him for no one in the world, he is hard working and dependable.
He is a young twenty-six, but he let the drug game suck him in like so many of our youth. He made up his mind, that he was tired of going to jail, and sick and tired of the fucking police harassing him. I was proud to see him leave that street shit alone. “No problem boss, you know I will hold shit down here for you. Go do your thing, and I will see you when you pop back in.” I was half way out the damn door before he even finished his damn sentence, but I heard enough. I knew he was saying his same line, every time I say I am gone for the day. Opening the car door to my baby, I knew I was looking good; high top black red bottoms, True Religion black jeans, with black shirt, displaying a TR in the upper left part of the shirt. Smelling good like a motherfucker; Ferragamo Cologne. Shit! It is a panty wetter for sure. Revering up the engine, and screeching away from the curb; letting Drake bounce around the inside of the car, heading in the direction of her new home, with this clown ass nigga shit looking around the suburban neighborhood. She has always done well for herself and this is no different. Shit! Thank goodness Chanta’ had the address, so I can find this place. Thank goodness for the GPS. Hitting the block that she now resides on, rolling slowly until I hear the GPS say “I have made it to my destination on the right”. Wow! Baby girl live in the big house now; big ass yard, big ass front porch. Shit! I see red and yellow balls on the lawn, two big large window panes on the left and right side of the main door.
Looks like I saw someone walk across the room and the only woman in the house, or should be in the house is my baby Jasmine. Shit! If they don’t want no one peeking through their damn windows, they gonna need some curtains. Cause I am watching her go back and forth with a little child. Wow! She looks amazing. She wearing what appears to be a yellow sun dress, and her hair pulled back. Damn! Her ass is sitting up just right. Damn! She picking up that baby as if she gave birth to it her damn self. Bouncing her on her hip, looking dead at my car. Good thing my windows are tinted. She can’t see a damn thing, but I can see all of her.
Walking away from the window, I see the front door open slowly; just watching me as I watch her, dick jumped hard as fuck, as soon as I saw her fucking face. I swear, I want to just jump the fuck out, and grab her tight as fuck. Damn! I am in love with her ass. She starting to look nervous. That’s when I roll slowly pass her house, watching her in my rearview going back in the house. Damn! I am super charged right now. Shit! I want to call her now, but I know she probably will hang up. Since she’s trying to do right in her relationship, but somehow I think she may change her mind. At some point Goldie is gonna fuck up, and when he does, I will be here to wipe away her tears, and give her this dick. Shit! She already have my damn heart, and that I wish she would give back.
Chanta’ 12
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f all the fucking we been doing, I knew that motherfucker would be down for anything I suggest when it comes to fucking up Jasmine and Goldie little happy home. That should teach them about playing with people’s feelings. It’s just some shit you just don’t do and it’s about time they understood that they don’t walk on water. In fact, their shit do stank. I knew Goldie wasn’t shit. With all the shit I’ve seen him put Jasmine through, I should have known, but hell her ass was in NYC. Shit! I knew with a little time, I could have had him. Shit! For goodness sake, he is only a man.
I didn’t get a chance to sleep with him, but the moment his dick was in my mouth, I knew we was on to a great start. But oh no, Ms. Thang had to show her ass back up here and go after the one man, she said over and over again that she didn’t want. I guess you never want someone until you see them moving on, or someone else is interested in them. I know she looks at me like a fool of a friend, but hey his ass was on the market and shit. He came for me, just as much as I came for him, but she don’t see that. He get a pass, but I don’t?
Ain’t that bout a bitch! I guess you gotta be fucking a nigga to get a pass. What the hell ever! I have heard her ass on so many fucking occasions, she says she don’t give a fuck, or she have a side dip here or there. I bet Goldie would love to know that about his sweet, precious little Jasmine. It’s this one guy she has went on and on about for years. I thought she was going to end up with his ass, as loose as she was in the ass. I’m sure while Goldie was eating her pussy, he tasted cum that was left from the side dude on more than one occasion.
Yup, I don’t even have to touch her or him, to fuck up both of their worlds. I think I will spill the beans on little Ms. Jasmine, and see what happens. I can almost guarantee, that I will be fucking Goldie before it is all over with. That of course will fuck Jasmine head up. Which will add fuel to the fire. I admit, I can be a dirty bitch. I mean hey; when I want to make a person pay, I find ways to make that shit happen. They are no different from anyone else that fuck with me. Walking around my apartment barefooted is great, but I rather be with Derwin right now.