May 20, 2010

she's got skillz

 I wont u so bad, girl.

Mhm. I want you, too. Badly. 

Mmm, baby…gimme a taste of dem luscious lips you got. 

[She cringes but leans in anyway and they kiss then she says…] I love your lips and the way you kiss me. 

[he starts to speak] Dayum, baby…

Shut up and kiss me again. [he obliges and she moans against his mouth]

Dem sounds u makin’gonna get u fucked. And quick.

[she cringes again while he moves down to kiss her neck but sighs with pleasure anyway…it does feel good]

Let’s get u out dem clothes. 

[she tries to make the process quick hoping that getting to the actual sex part of this will make him stop talking. She’d really love to get laid tonight.]

Girl, wus sho rush? Let me strip you down real slow. I ain’t the kinda man dat skips da pleasantries of dis here situation. 

Damn it [she thinks…]

[he unbuttons her shirt slowly letting his fingers trace the skin underneath]

Yo skin gorgeous, girl. I need ta git me a taste

Fuck! 

Ooh, baby… listen at dat dirty mouth you got. We gone get to dat real quick. I gots ta enjoy all you offerin first tho. Sit yosef back and enjoy. 

[he finishes undressing her leaving only her panties, caressing and kissing every inch of skin as it is revealed]

[between kisses he says]

You so soft.
[kiss]
Tasty.
[kiss]
Make yo heart pound
[kiss]
While I’m poundin’
[kiss]
Girl…
[bite]
I need me some ah u
[kiss]
And that pretty little 
[kiss]
Cat you got. 

[grinds against her then steps back and slips out of his jeans then pushes her back on the bed]

I ain’t gone let up til u screamin’ my name or beggin me for mercy.

That’s it. Fuck, dude.  [she gets up and grabs her clothes. He looks at her, confused. She gets dressed struggling to throw everything on in a hurry]

You would have been fucked. Properly. But…you ruined it. Learn some standard grammar, fucking retard. I’ve been cringing every time you open your mouth. My pussy is so dry right now it would probably take 2 quarts of ky just to get us started. 


You have upper middle class, educated parents and you went to a well reputed school. What the fuck? Call me when you figure out subject verb agreement. In other words, yo ass aint gone git fucked til u gots word skillz to go wit yo dickin’ skillz, boi. 


‘Nighty night. 

about me. not really.

dear you,

i don't talk about my child or being a mom. i don't talk about my garden. i won't mention my craftiness (often) or how much i save each week with coupons. if you're looking for that sort of thing, you're in the wrong place.

instead, let's abandon the tethers of domestication for a moment and remember what it's like to laugh at vulgarity and the world at large.

xo,

j

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