I Hate Myself and I Wish I Were Dead

INSECURITIES.

A word that can be like a big ass pimple before a photo shoot.
Don’t they just pop up at the wrong fuckin’ times?
Like, life can be going smooth and then some shit happens and you aren’t as sure of yourself as you should be.
You sit dwelling about what you should have done differently.
Replay the scene in your head and pause to analyze.

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MEAT (7)

So My Baller Was Still Here….

“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…..

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So When My Baller Came Over…

“I mean we can watch a movie or something…”

He finally decided to come over to my crib. After all the back and forth to hotels and him flying me out to different states he was playing, he finally got in his Navigator and drove his dumb ass to my crib.

Good.
I did not feel like traveling this week. I just wanted to lay back and relax at home. Now that the season had some to an end and his team was nowhere near going to the Superbowl, he was on a much-needed vacation. He had a couple of injuries that kept him from playing almost half the season. Plus, he never came to my spot. So this was an event all in its own. When he called me and said he wanted to come through, it took me by surprise. I had to get up and run to get ready.

“Let’s watch it in your room.” he asked, standing up.

He was a fine one. Boy, was he F I O N E.
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X Marks The F0X: Lance Doesn’t Pay For Dinner

It must be the week of messy hoes.

Lance… you should have known better
… but then my Foxes and Wolves would not have a good read.
…or someone to laugh at.

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