No Apologies (3 page)

   “It’s whatever Chanta’, you know what you doing. It’s cute though.” I know how to get this nigga to stop talking crazy; pop a luscious breast in his mouth, he will start sucking like a new born baby. “Well baby let me ride you until we both feel better.” Walking up to his ass, and I see nothing but lust in his face. He is staring at a neatly shaved pussy. Climbing on top, with my knees bent with them sinking into the plush burgundy sofa. “Its okay baby, Chanta’ is here.”

   Feeling his hands caress my shoulders, down my back and over my round ass, as if his hands where made of silk. So gentle, so loving, his lips and hands are covering me like clothes. Feeling his nature rise between my thighs, as my yoni starts to speak to the nature that has come forth to introduce himself. Leaning my head back slightly with closed eyes; letting his hands and mouth explore my body how he sees fit. Nothing but silence can be heard.  A choir starts to sing ever so softly in the distance. Our energy is building; heavy breathing is starting, lifting myself up and reaching between my chocolate thighs, I shake hands with nature and guide him home to miss yoni.

   Sliding him in smoothly, makes my body shudder. A moan escapes my lips, as I begin to rotate my hips. I was gripping his nature, and holding him for dear life. His finger tips begin to knead my body, from ass to breast. Grunting with every thrust he throws; matching each other’s rhythm. Holding him around his neck, keeping my lips planted deep into his. Our mouths open and let our tongues wrestle for flavor, that we both desired.

   Picking up speed; rocking back and forth on his nature. I was feeling it gain more life, as it sits in a familiar space, waiting to paint my walls white. Our moans become smothered, buried in each other’s neck as he forcefully flips me and thrust back into me. Our bodies are like waves crashing up against rocks. His hands push down on the top of my ass, while he forcefully thrust back into me. Fuck! This shit is so damn good. Fuck! Why did I let my feelings blind me? This was only suppose to be a fuck buddy thing. He kept his end of the bargain but oh no, I had to go a little deeper. That shit has landed me in a place where I yearn to be with this man fuck!

   “That’s it Chanta’ baby, the way you rocking them hips…fuck…you are going to make me explode,” He said. “Explode for momma baby. This dick belongs to me…shit this good dick belongs to me.” Man, I would do anything this motherfucker ask me to do, as long as that means he won’t be thinking about Jasmine ass. It’s a damn shame, she got him wide open, and Goldie got me wide open. But we are here fucking each other.

   “Ride the fuck out of me Chanta’! Ride me off a cliff, and have me sailing through the clouds to rid my soul of her ass.”

   “Chanta’ is here baby, having you buried inside my home for comfort. Keeping you safe from anyone who can harm you.” Fuck! The choir is singing, the marching band is stomping, and cymbals are clanging together. The clouds separate and shine a light of rainbows, through the roof and down on us. “Ouuuuu…shit…Derwin baby…I am…cumminnnnn!” I cried. “Hell yeah, I am about to paint your walls ba…by!” Kissing each other deeply; passionately. This man dick is giving me life. It has resuscitated me. Even for a moment, when I can’t stand his ass cause I know most times he be thinking about “Her.” I just wish we could have found something in each other, other than this hurricane sex. “Fuck! Chanta’ this pussy so fucking good damn; baby!”

   “This is your pussy. Baby grind that dick deeper in me. Let these walls take every ounce of juice you got left.” Look at this shit. His brows are drawn together, and he biting his bottom lip. Yeah, this motherfucker know good pussy when he in it. But when I hop off this motherfucker’s dick, and go wash my ass, he will still be in love his Jasmine. I will still be in love with Goldie. But it is something I really want to talk to him about, and I wonder how will he handle this for god’s sake? I hope he don’t think I am crazy.

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   Shit, we have been out to get something to eat, just chilling in the house with him, instead of going to my own damn house. This shit feels so right. But I know it’s not what he wants. So while we lay in this massive king bed of his, and I may as well say, what the fuck is on my mind and he bet not flip out on me either. “Derwin baaabyyyyy.” I figure I’ll talk in a soft seductive voice to get his full attention. “Yeah babe what’s up?” As usual, he didn’t even look at me. He was so fixated on whatever bullshit ass game is on. Literally speaking, I would have to twerk my ass in his face for him to look up at me. He always seems to be in deep thought, but he never says what’s on his mind.

   Hell! I know he crazy about Jasmine, but damn even I don’t think of Goldie ass every minute of the damn day. I snuggle up real close to him, he got the pillow up under his chin resting on it, so I just get as close as I can to him. Maybe if I was naked, no scratch that, then we would be fucking and nothing would be said. That’s it, I will just wait until a commercial come on, and offer him a drink. “I will be right back Derwin.” A slight nod of the head is what I get. Man this shit gonna have to end. I can’t keep living like this with him. But I think that’s what I have to say will give him a burst of energy, that he - oh so dearly needs.

   With a pair of black booty shorts, and a “Fuck Me Now” black tee-shirt on, I walk to the kitchen down the short hall, and make a quick left. I grabbed two shot glasses, and a bottle of Berry Ciroc. Yup, this should lighten the mood right up. Practically skipping back to the room, this motherfucker may as well be dead. He ain’t changed positions, no nothing. “Baby I think we need a drink.” Pouring his ass a double shot. I hope this perk him up. “Thanks baby.” Well at least he took his glass. “No problem baby, we on chill mode today, so drinks are in order, and you fucked me so good today. I need liquids and food.”

   I plop down on the bed, swallow my double shot with ease, and began my speech. “Derwin while the game is on commercial can I ask you a quick question?” I asked. “Sure baby go ahead.” Derwin sat up, as if he was giving me his full attention at this time. Which I was surprised to see, but he can be attentive at times. I turn around in the bed, and pour both of us another double shot. “O.k. Here it goes, baby we are a mess. You want Jasmine and I want Goldie, but we both feel like we got played by both of them. So I was thinking, since they hurt us. Let’s fuck up their supposedly happy home.”

   Damn! He did not blink, smirk, shake his head; nothing which only means he’s thinking, and I am almost scared of what he may say. Especially if he think I have lost my damn mind. “That’s your idea, that’s what you have been tip toeing around for the last hour for, trying to figure out how to ruin someone else’s relationship?”

His tone was low, not even a pitch of excitement ran through him. Fuck I think I just fucked up this plan. “Yes, this is what I have been thinking about. See people like them, they figure they can do what the fuck they want to folks, and nothing is suppose to be done about it. I say we teach them a fucking lesson.”

   Derwin came closer to where I was sitting at on the bed, and planted a soft kiss on my full lips. Damn! That shit felt good. He keep on, I am gonna have him put his lips somewhere else. “Brilliant idea baby, just some of the shit that I was thinking to myself for a long while now. I am damn glad to see that I have you on my team. Great minds think alike, and we need to start putting a plan into action now!”

Now that’s more like it. I finally got this man to get excited about something. Now we need to put these great minds together, an come up with a strategy to get things moving. #TeamfuckupJasmineandGoldierelationship.

Curtis Walker 4

I can’t believe I heard that her ass is back in Chicago. She didn’t even bother to call me. What the hell is wrong with her? Then again, the only time I do hear from her, is when she having problems with her dude. Shit! Let me stop thinking about this shit before I fuck around and get pissed off. I have been
her little secret. This shit is going to have to end. Let me grab my dark blue dress shirt, and black slacks out of the closet, and get myself ready. Before I have to show this house to a woman, who has been trying to book a damn appointment with me for months.

   Man all this fine specimen of a man standing in this mirror, shit! She gonna fuck around and fuck up a good thing. But I be damn if she just start ignoring a motherfucker. I did text her a month ago from an unknown number. Which is what we do to let the other know we wanna talk, then we will call their phone. But my shit went unanswered. It’s been ten years I’ve been fucking with her off and on, and it’s time she get her shit together. I have wasted enough of my time. Granted we started out as fuck-buddies, but hell! Over years you catch feelings for people, and you still try and maintain the fuck-buddy status that was put in place earlier.

   Guess at thirty-two, I have played all I can play. It is time I move forward with or without her. Well, depends on if she just saying fuck me, or she just need some time to herself. I will not be thrown to the side for no bitch, not even the fine ass Jasmine Kincaid. I have to get in touch with her some kind of way. Either way, I am about to see her soon. So I hope she ready, cause it’s been too long since I had my baby in my arms. To taste the strawberry center of her Paradise is what I am missing.

   Just the thought of her ass got my dick brick. I might have to go back in this bedroom, and break Alexis ass off before she get ready to leave too. Alexis; my short stack, 5’5, hourglass body, and old school Toni Braxton haircut. Her ass literally call my name as she walk. I am truly a man who is addicted to the ass. Fuck it. I am practically dressed, and fucking with her will have me late to handle business. Sitting on the edge of my bed, thinking about Alexis and Jasmine, knowing that I would leave Alexis for Jasmine in a heartbeat. So until that shit happens, I need to keep them separate. I don’t need no trouble after all, they say - good dick will make a woman lose her mind.

   Damn! I wanna call Jasmine, but fuck! I got company, and I am really not in the mood for no bullshit. Hell, if it wasn’t for Alexis wanting to suck this dick last night, I would still be in the studio making beats for anyone who’s who in the music industry. Hell! They could be just starting out in the rap game and I am still gonna make a beat for them. As long as that money is right. “Alexis baby, it’s time to roll you almost ready?”

   “Yes I am Curtis, just putting on my heels then we can go.” See that’s that shit I like, she knows her role. When we done playing, she knows when it’s time to go. She don’t nag me. She don’t ask me no bullshit ass questions all damn day that don’t concern her. Hearing her fumble around in the guest bedroom; hoping she kept it the same way she found it. “Alright baby I am ready.” Emerging from the guest bedroom was a bomb ass beauty. Wearing a red form fitting skirt, with a red and white button up shirt, fitted with a wide black belt that had me almost melt, and the heels, hot damn! She looks like a stallion.

   “Damn Alexis, why do you always change in the guest bedroom? All the fucking we do, and you’re in here and shit. Makes me think you in here talking to some other dude in my house. She walked her ass up to me, and stood on her tip- toes and planted two soft lips grabbing kisses on me. “Daddy, it’s not like that. I just like to be alone when I am getting ready. It’s kind of like getting a piece of mind before work.” Giving her a light smack on her round ass. “its cool baby…Let’s roll.”

   Walking out the door; leading her to her car, I gave the enduring forehead kiss, then headed to my car, and watching her drive away. Fuck! I had to rub my damn dick, that woman gives the best fucking head in the world. “Mmmm” That woman got my dick brick hard going into work. I Check myself out in the rearview mirror, make sure my shit together, slide my house music CD in, and roll the fuck to the studio. Damn! Looking up at the sky, it has started raining and shit out here. It’s, gonna take about another thirty minutes to get to the studio. Fuck it! I may as well just take my damn time.

   Hell! I don’t even know who the fuck these new cats is anyway that I am laying these beats down for. So in the meantime; cruise with my house music and make another phone call.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…“You know who you have called so at the beep leave a message.”
“Hey baby it’s me we need to get up…One.”
Ain’t this some shit? …Deep sigh… I don’t understand why I even put up with this shit. Bending blocks in the rain, getting my thoughts together…
Screech!
Fuck! I slam on breaks. Why in the hell am I looking at Alexis car on this side of town? Her ass suppose to be at work and shit; license plate read “
BADD BTCH.”
So I know she can’t deny this shit…Thank god for smart phones. These motherfuckers don’t lie. With a quick snap of my camera I got this hoe.

Alexis 5

   “Alexis girl, what the fuck you doing strolling up in here today?” With a pop of my lips, as if I just took a sour lollipop out of my mouth. I answered with a roll of my neck. “Ewww, why you all up in my damn business Jerome? I come and go where I please, and this is where I want to be. You know better about asking grown folks questions!”