“let me see all the people you messed with.”
“i can’t boo…”
“there is too much.”
“what is too much?”
that was the rapper wolf-hybrid.
i mentioned in my other entry a couple days ago that i met for lunch.
well, he was at my crib today.
he wanted to come over because he needed to get away.
plus, he wanted to let me hear a single he has been working on.
give him some tips on what he should do as far as his image.
low key: i still got myself “prepared” before he came over.
just in case.
i may have let him knock the dust off.
it’s been a long time and the way we been flirt texting….
Was there a memo that it was “Break Up With A Nigga” weekend?
So many couples I know were fighting.
I mean, the statuses I saw were crazy.
I had to ask myself:
Do I really want to deal with that shit?
“Are you happy to see me?” I smiled as I kissed the head of his dick.
I sucked on my bottom lip as I saw what waited before me.
Now as you already know, I am not a fan of a big ass dick.
I am pretty much allergic to them.
I was blessed to meet my baller with a nice 8 inch dick.
Small, I know, but that muthafucka knew how to use it.
Many football players aren’t packing major steel.
I think it’s because of their workouts or something.
I don’t know, but all I know is I wanted this football player inside me, in whatever hole could satisfy me.
“I think I’m getting fat…” He smirked.
I wanted to tell him shut the fuck up so bad…
I licked my finger and slowly traced it down his hot wash board like abs. I was tempted to persuade him if I could use his stomach to hand wash my drawz. I gave him a sly grin and bit my lip because he knew what I wanted. Ray Charles could see that I wanted him to give me a special extra dose of that good stuff. I could not get around this man without wanting him inside me…..