11:00opm.

we been laid up in this w hotel all day.
he wants to go get something to eat.
i’m still horny, so he should eat me out again.
i could go with another dose of that tongue.
i’m so bad.

i watch him climb off on me.
sweaty.
another intense fuck.
i don’t know what it is about this dude.
i really enjoy the dick he gives me.
he is everything i lusted after when i was a nobody.
his body is a work of art.
he would be the type that looks stuck up at industry events.
you knew he was an artist of some sort.
he’s trying to get put on.
he looks like he has an attitude, when he is really in his own world.
that is, until i told him what i did…..

he took my card and started blowing up my spot.
“i’m a singer and i been struggling…”
i listened to his story.
i sympathized.
we texted about what he as been through.
i always noticed there was subtle flirting from his part.
i played my position right and didn’t respond to it,
but he was fine as shit.
he knew that i wanted him.

first time we fucked, it was in the studio.
he invited me to listen to some of his tracks.
he looked me in my eyes and all i saw was sex positions.
i hope i wasn’t obvious.
i asked him to sing to me.
he sung “slow bang“, his own work.
every note felt like he was talking to me directly.
he took a leap of faith and kissed me.
next thing you know, i’m all fours and he is slow stroking me to death.
he has done this before.
his stroke was not unfamiliar to some ass.

he been trying to get this singing thing off the ground.
i hate that he isn’t as big in his career.
i love the way he fucks me hard in hopes i send him to the right connections.
he beats my shit up like i’ll send that email right there and then.
i nearly slipped up and told him “i loved him” one night.
we were talking about “who i know“.
next thing you know, he has me legs on his shoulders and i’m hitting my own high notes.

i know, however, he is using me as i am using him.
i don’t plan on giving him any of my numbers.
his music is really subpar.
he brings nothing than being a trey songz knock off.
if only his music was as good as his pipe game.
he would probably would have turned out a music exec’s ears out by now.

i know this won’t last.
i know he ain’t trying to be my man.
he is just trying to fuck for success.
he is like prostitute.
he is only fucking me to get ahead.
i know that i should stop.
but after nights of being so lonely and getting my career in order,
i’m now getting the dick i deserve.

Written By Jamari Fox
(C) 8.16.12 11:30am