Weeded up, tryna fuck you out my system. He don’t feel like you. He don’t sound like you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep..... It feels like I’m dying inside.
And this nigga is out here prancing around town with his new girlfriend Symone. I’m not hatin’ on this girl in the slightest way. I mean she’s cute and he seems to like her.
But I thought I was special. I should’ve known better than that at this age, right lol.... And we only dated for 4 months.
Those 4 months meant the world to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It hurts not being able to call you and ask you about your day. The gentle huskiness of your voice when you sleepily whisper “good night baby”.
Instant panty wetter. And he knew it. It’s that same tone of voice he had when he’d force his hard dick deep inside of me and demanded me to say his name. Hard..... deep....harder.....deeper.....harder......... deeper........ faster......harder...... deeper...... faster...... wetter.....deeper.....faster....deeper....faster
I know when he’s about to cum. He’d pull me as close to him as possible. His dick slowly filling up every inch of my tight pussy. He’d taken the condom off halfway through our love feast for the first time.
“I won’t cum in you. I promise”.
“I promise you will”, I whispered to him between kisses.
“What makes you think so?”, staring into my eyes as if he already answered his own question.
“Because you’re not going to want to stop.....and I’m not going to make you stop”. I raised my head a little off the pillow so I could continue to kiss him. He kisses me back harder pushing me into the bed. “And I’ll tell you to cum in me”.
His kisses get harder and deeper. Passion dripped from his explorative tongue as it journied through my mouth. He wanted to know how it felt. How much louder could he make me scream?
He assumed the “I love you” position. You know, that passionate him staring into your eyes as he’s pounding your pussy below him position. That position that got a lot ya’ll asses.
He unwrapped my hands from around his waist and placed them above my head. Slowing bringing his hands down my body, lightly squeezing his favorites on his way down to his 8 inches of hard, thick caramel dick. I guess he couldn’t wait any longer probably thinking I’d come to my senses soon. As he got to my waist he quickly grabbed his member and forced himself hard back inside me. I feel a quick sharp pain before he fills me up again with his dick. The pain’s over now and this feels 100x better and 100x wrong at the same time.
We’ve only been dating for 2 months! Yes, we’ve just gotten tested and we both came out clean but am I ready to be a mother? Is HE right for me to make him a father? What kind of father could he be? I’d never want to hurt me child the way my father hurt me......
But I’m sure I love him. And I’m almost sure he loves me. Shouldn’t that be good enough?
He starts out slow. Taking his time with every thrust so I can know every inch of his dick.
“You like the way Daddy feels deep in your pussy”
A high but low pitched, “uh huh”, is all I could manage to escape my mouth.
His thrusts building momentum again.
“Deep and hard”, he’s so deep I feel like he’s literally in my belly.
And I feel every vain, every inch with every thrust. His hands trailing my hip bones until he reaches my ass cheeks cupping them for elevation and leverage. He’s deeper than he’s ever been and I’m loving every moment of it.
He liked when I called him by 2 names. Brandon and Daddy. I usually don’t call grown ass men “Daddy” but the way he fucks me.... baby!!!! Yea, that’s Daddy! But I had to learn to be careful with Daddy. The first time I said it he almost got me pregnant.
“Brandon” I reply desperatly.
We had been together for 2 months and 3 days. I thought only women kept track of that shit. But this guy is someone different.
“The strawberry poppyseed salad.”
“Ain’t you allergic to half that shit?”
“Of course I know to customize the order so I don’t die in your car, Brandon.” I roll my eyes at my 6ft tall, 185lbs of muscular Adonis, grey eyed sniper of a boyfriend. He steps closer to me in the line. He wraps his arms around me waist. Half past chubb dick on my back. Leans forward and kisses me on my shloulder from behind.
“Don’t look at me like that baby. You’re high ass almost got sent to the E.R a couple times.
He’s absolutely right. My high ass gets hungry and stupid. Just some times it’s worth the risk.
Yea, yea. Judge me if you want to but you’ve done it too. Maybe not the allergy part. But wanted something sooooo bad and did not want ANYTHING else but what you’re craving for. Regardless, of the fact your stupid ass shouldn’t eat it either at that point in life or never. And you’re dumb ass ate it too and lived to regret it. Key word, “lived”. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
No, it doesn’t. Don’t eat that shit if a doctor tells you not to. Your ass might actually be having your last meal. LEAVE THAT SHIT ALONE FAM!!!
Written by: myself(tell me what you thank about my writing. All positive, constructive criticism welcomed. I’m not that girl, trust. The only way we’re gonna make life better for US is if we’re willing to let love in.)
