at reading people and dissecting situations. I’ve seen it all.”
Surprisingly, Dallas was quiet through all of this and just listened with her hand under her chin.
I shifted in my seat a little. “So what do you see here?”
Kayla moved her gaze from me to Dallas and then back to me again.
“Well since you said she’s your ex my first thought was ya’ll was having a lil secret rendezvous. I changed my mind when you mentioned your current girlfriend and the fact that she was pregnant. No man that is sneakin’ around mentions his pregnant girlfriend to a woman he’s thinkin’ ‘bout sleepin’ with. Now, when you said you would have that drink with me, but as friends, I knew you were sincere. Again, no man says unnecessary shit on purpose that might hurt his chance to get some new ass. So you got brownie points right there. I’m comfortable having a drink or two with you cuz you didn’t lie about your situation. And last, if your new girlfriend is as open minded as you say, then this lovely lady in front me probably knows her. Since you made it a point to let me know that she’s your ex my guess is she’s not happy about it and she wants you back.”
I busted out laughing at the table causing everyone in the restaurant to look in our direction. Now this woman should work for a hotline. Fuck those fake ass fortunetellers. She was on point!
“I’m right aint I?” She pointed her finger at me.
“Yes, you are Kayla.” I said in between chuckles.
Dallas on the other hand was furious.
“I don’t find a damn thing funny Tyce and as for you, I’ll have a Washington apple. Matter of fact make it a double you fake ass gypsy.”
Take Me Seriously
The day after the spoiled lunch date I found myself replaying the episode while I soaked in my oval tub. I hoped the stinging hot water would help put out the fire in my soul. I thought the mini mountains of soapy white suds would bury the discontent I felt in my heart. I sunk all but my head in the water praying it would drown my sorrows. But in the end, I was just as unhappy and filled with anger as I was before; the only difference now was that I was wet and clean.
The cool air hugged my shiny body as I stepped out of the tub. My triple cotton pink robe hung lazily from a peg on the back of my bathroom door. I started to reach for it but changed my mind opting to air dry instead.
Five minutes later I was stretched out on my bed lying next to an overpriced crystal ashtray, smoking a clove cigarette, while using my favorite vibrator. I exhaled the sweet smoke closing my eyes slowly. I suddenly found myself wishing I had four hands so I could touch myself. I would use one to massage my clit with the powerful toy, one to hold my cigarette, one to rub my titties, and with the fourth one I’d use to choke myself. Having a breathless orgasm was the fucking shit. Unfortunately I only had two hands, so they would have to do for now.
I pushed the button to change speeds on my little bullet. The hot pink toy buzzed and danced on my pulsating clit causing me to gasp. I took another drag from my cigarette and accepted the wonderful feeling spreading from my tingling pussy. Tiny explosions of sexual bursts worked their way up my spine. My thighs began to quiver as I moved my heels toward the bottom of my ass and opened my knees like a book.
I imagined Tyce on top of me, working his thick ass dick inside my tight tunnel. I felt his ab muscles flexing against my stomach as he moved his waist in slow winding circles. I could taste his skin on my tongue as I pictured myself biting his warm shoulder. I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs-it remained trapped inside until I felt a billion microscopic rain drops drizzle all over my entire body. I exhaled and kept my eyes closed.
I wished that moment would last forever.
Why couldn’t orgasms last forever?
Why couldn’t I have
Surprisingly, Dallas was quiet through all of this and just listened with her hand under her chin.
I shifted in my seat a little. “So what do you see here?”
Kayla moved her gaze from me to Dallas and then back to me again.
“Well since you said she’s your ex my first thought was ya’ll was having a lil secret rendezvous. I changed my mind when you mentioned your current girlfriend and the fact that she was pregnant. No man that is sneakin’ around mentions his pregnant girlfriend to a woman he’s thinkin’ ‘bout sleepin’ with. Now, when you said you would have that drink with me, but as friends, I knew you were sincere. Again, no man says unnecessary shit on purpose that might hurt his chance to get some new ass. So you got brownie points right there. I’m comfortable having a drink or two with you cuz you didn’t lie about your situation. And last, if your new girlfriend is as open minded as you say, then this lovely lady in front me probably knows her. Since you made it a point to let me know that she’s your ex my guess is she’s not happy about it and she wants you back.”
I busted out laughing at the table causing everyone in the restaurant to look in our direction. Now this woman should work for a hotline. Fuck those fake ass fortunetellers. She was on point!
“I’m right aint I?” She pointed her finger at me.
“Yes, you are Kayla.” I said in between chuckles.
Dallas on the other hand was furious.
“I don’t find a damn thing funny Tyce and as for you, I’ll have a Washington apple. Matter of fact make it a double you fake ass gypsy.”
Take Me Seriously
The day after the spoiled lunch date I found myself replaying the episode while I soaked in my oval tub. I hoped the stinging hot water would help put out the fire in my soul. I thought the mini mountains of soapy white suds would bury the discontent I felt in my heart. I sunk all but my head in the water praying it would drown my sorrows. But in the end, I was just as unhappy and filled with anger as I was before; the only difference now was that I was wet and clean.
The cool air hugged my shiny body as I stepped out of the tub. My triple cotton pink robe hung lazily from a peg on the back of my bathroom door. I started to reach for it but changed my mind opting to air dry instead.
Five minutes later I was stretched out on my bed lying next to an overpriced crystal ashtray, smoking a clove cigarette, while using my favorite vibrator. I exhaled the sweet smoke closing my eyes slowly. I suddenly found myself wishing I had four hands so I could touch myself. I would use one to massage my clit with the powerful toy, one to hold my cigarette, one to rub my titties, and with the fourth one I’d use to choke myself. Having a breathless orgasm was the fucking shit. Unfortunately I only had two hands, so they would have to do for now.
I pushed the button to change speeds on my little bullet. The hot pink toy buzzed and danced on my pulsating clit causing me to gasp. I took another drag from my cigarette and accepted the wonderful feeling spreading from my tingling pussy. Tiny explosions of sexual bursts worked their way up my spine. My thighs began to quiver as I moved my heels toward the bottom of my ass and opened my knees like a book.
I imagined Tyce on top of me, working his thick ass dick inside my tight tunnel. I felt his ab muscles flexing against my stomach as he moved his waist in slow winding circles. I could taste his skin on my tongue as I pictured myself biting his warm shoulder. I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs-it remained trapped inside until I felt a billion microscopic rain drops drizzle all over my entire body. I exhaled and kept my eyes closed.
I wished that moment would last forever.
Why couldn’t orgasms last forever?
Why couldn’t I have
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