mirror, I’m determined to have a good time and to not ruin our girl’s night. I apply lipstick to my full lips, mascara to my almond shaped eyes, and give myself a last look over. My high cheek bones, covered in my flawless milk chocolate complexion look great. I smile in the mirror because I’m back to my old self.
“Put on your clothes! It’s time for us to go,” Sandy said as she shoved my spandex black dress into my hands. “And what are you gonna do about a job? Kiesha had to hire someone else because you’ve been a no call no show for 3 days.”
I give a nonchalant shrug, even though my stomach drops. I don’t know why I decided not to call the restaurant to give a crappy excuse. But the truth is that I just couldn’t pull myself out of the bed and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I hated being a waitress but I needed that job. I know that I can call and try to weasel my way back in but I just don’t want to. I stand up straight and fake the confidence that I wish I had.
“Well, I’m going job hunting on Monday, and I’m sure that I’ll find something. I mean, who can resist hiring all of this,” I grin and spin around.
“ Alright, I sure hope so because I would hate for you to lose your new apartment. This place is nice, you’re making me want to move to the south suburbs too.”
“ I won’t let that happen.” I say, “Now let me get dressed so that I can find me a new man!”
***
Sleep is evading me, it’s 4 in the morning and my friends are sleeping, Sandy and Cynthia are on my sectional couch passed out. Even though they’re here with me, I feel so damn lonely…and horny.
Alcohol and dancing always gets me revved up, I’m not sure if tonight was such a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, it was great spending time with my girls but now I feel like I’m plummeting from my high.
I miss Marcus so much.
He knows my body inside and out, that man can effortlessly send my body into multiple orgasms. He has a huge dick and a hurricane tongue. I feel my pussy begin to throb as I imagine my ex’s tongue lapping at my damp folds. He always pays special attention to the lips and completely ignores my clitoris in the beginning. A few minutes in and I’m writhing against his face, trying to push him further in but he has a lot of self control. Then he darts his tongue and probes inside.
I open my legs and begin to massage my warm mound with the palm of my hand through my panties. I raise my hips and take myself to ecstasy as I envision him in between my thighs. As I recover from my orgasm, my mind drifts to why I need to forget Marcus.
I’ve been trying to change my life but I’ve been a mess without him. It seems like all I date is losers, and that is why I’m by myself now. I would rather be alone than allow myself to get caught up in a life of scheming, drugs, and death. I’ve seen enough horror to last me a lifetime and that kind of lifestyle doesn’t have a happy ending. That’s probably why he left me; he says he was tired of me “acting brand new”. I wouldn’t allow him to keep his drugs at my new apartment or to bring guns here and he would get pretty upset.
I would love to find someone else but few men exude the raw power that Marcus had. Maybe I just need to find a regular guy that I can settle down with. But that just seems so boring; I like a man with spunk.
On Monday morning I’m going to get online and start job hunting. I can’t sit around feeling sorry for myself because I’ll end up homeless. The shelter life is not for me; God knows I’ve lived in enough of them with my mom. There are just certain places that I will never allow myself to be in again. I’m grateful that I was taken care of but I hate that part of my life.
I finally drift back to sleep with thoughts of the past firmly at the forefront.
#Chapter2
“ Stay Put?!? Dogs Stay Put!” - Camille
**
I’ve come to the realization that my
“Put on your clothes! It’s time for us to go,” Sandy said as she shoved my spandex black dress into my hands. “And what are you gonna do about a job? Kiesha had to hire someone else because you’ve been a no call no show for 3 days.”
I give a nonchalant shrug, even though my stomach drops. I don’t know why I decided not to call the restaurant to give a crappy excuse. But the truth is that I just couldn’t pull myself out of the bed and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I hated being a waitress but I needed that job. I know that I can call and try to weasel my way back in but I just don’t want to. I stand up straight and fake the confidence that I wish I had.
“Well, I’m going job hunting on Monday, and I’m sure that I’ll find something. I mean, who can resist hiring all of this,” I grin and spin around.
“ Alright, I sure hope so because I would hate for you to lose your new apartment. This place is nice, you’re making me want to move to the south suburbs too.”
“ I won’t let that happen.” I say, “Now let me get dressed so that I can find me a new man!”
***
Sleep is evading me, it’s 4 in the morning and my friends are sleeping, Sandy and Cynthia are on my sectional couch passed out. Even though they’re here with me, I feel so damn lonely…and horny.
Alcohol and dancing always gets me revved up, I’m not sure if tonight was such a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, it was great spending time with my girls but now I feel like I’m plummeting from my high.
I miss Marcus so much.
He knows my body inside and out, that man can effortlessly send my body into multiple orgasms. He has a huge dick and a hurricane tongue. I feel my pussy begin to throb as I imagine my ex’s tongue lapping at my damp folds. He always pays special attention to the lips and completely ignores my clitoris in the beginning. A few minutes in and I’m writhing against his face, trying to push him further in but he has a lot of self control. Then he darts his tongue and probes inside.
I open my legs and begin to massage my warm mound with the palm of my hand through my panties. I raise my hips and take myself to ecstasy as I envision him in between my thighs. As I recover from my orgasm, my mind drifts to why I need to forget Marcus.
I’ve been trying to change my life but I’ve been a mess without him. It seems like all I date is losers, and that is why I’m by myself now. I would rather be alone than allow myself to get caught up in a life of scheming, drugs, and death. I’ve seen enough horror to last me a lifetime and that kind of lifestyle doesn’t have a happy ending. That’s probably why he left me; he says he was tired of me “acting brand new”. I wouldn’t allow him to keep his drugs at my new apartment or to bring guns here and he would get pretty upset.
I would love to find someone else but few men exude the raw power that Marcus had. Maybe I just need to find a regular guy that I can settle down with. But that just seems so boring; I like a man with spunk.
On Monday morning I’m going to get online and start job hunting. I can’t sit around feeling sorry for myself because I’ll end up homeless. The shelter life is not for me; God knows I’ve lived in enough of them with my mom. There are just certain places that I will never allow myself to be in again. I’m grateful that I was taken care of but I hate that part of my life.
I finally drift back to sleep with thoughts of the past firmly at the forefront.
#Chapter2
“ Stay Put?!? Dogs Stay Put!” - Camille
**
I’ve come to the realization that my
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