Page 13 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

WHEN YOU’RE LEGALLY GROWN, BUT STILL CAUGHT UP IN CHILDISH DRAMA.

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Grown Folks Confession #5: Some marry for love. Some marry for the life insurance policy. Others marry so they can have someone to piss off for the rest of their life.

Some Years After College…

ARES

There was no greater weakness for a man than a woman who knew how to use her assets to get what she wanted. One would think that once a man hit his mid to late twenties, women would have less power on them than they did in high school and college, but nah, I wasn’t that lucky. I liked to consider myself a strong, alpha male, yet I’d fallen victim to more than my fair share of pretty pussy lips over the years.

I never understood how there was any woman walking this earth that didn’t realize the treasures she held. Not just in terms of sex, but the entire way a woman thrived and survived in this fucked up world. Hands down, men wouldn’t be shit without a woman helping him become a better person.

However, I lived in a world in which my skills in the bedroom had gotten me plenty of opportunities that I’m sure these little dick dudes had never gotten. Some women got shitted on for sleeping their way to the top when I’m sure they also had to work hard. Those damn podcasts and television shows never showed how many men slept their way to the top, too. Truth was, men were just too ashamed to admit how many good things came their way if they fucked the right person therightway. Me, on the other hand, I’d never been embarrassed of the type of man I was.

Ares Pretty Boy Hood was a nice nickname considering I’d heard worse before. My brothers, Theseus and Eros, would never confess that they were glad I was the one who got all the fuckboy ways. I had plenty of cousins who understood me though. And I was good with taking one for the team, especially for the women who loved to throw themselves at tattoo artists.

We called them Inked Bunnies. Midas and a few of my cousins who ran our tattoo shop in Detroit got us saying the shit in Chicago now. They were the groupies who got bitten by the ink bug solely because of the tattoo artists who ran the place. They often frequented the shop, most of them not even for a tattoo. And since moving to Chicago from Detroit, I had gotten me a busload of them.

Different city.

Different women.

Same results.

The Hood men were known for a lot of things, auto shops being the bread and butter for our family back in the day, even though a lot of us were branching out and doing other things now. Like opening tattoo shops. With every profession came its groupies, and for me, Inked Bunnies kept things entertaining.

A woman once asked me to sleep with her in her home to make her husband jealous. I’ve been asked to do some questionable BDSM role play to get something I wanted. Hell, I even had to dress like a unicorn one time with the tutu, glitter lotion, and everything while I fucked this one female. It hadn’t been the pastel colors of the tutu or even the glitter that caught me off guard with that one. It was the way she kept yelling, “I’m a naughty little unicorn. Fuck my rainbow with your glitter stick,” that had me stifling laughter the entire time. I still don’t know how my cousins caught wind of her referring to my shit that way, but I occasionally got teased and called Glitter Stick every now and then.

Most days, when a woman requested something of me, I didn’t give a damn what the request was. But today was different. Today wasspecialin a way. I’d promised my brothers I would behave and keep my dick in my pants. Therefore, I could never tell them that the reason I was running late for a very important family event was because once again, pretty boy Ares couldn’t say no to a pretty ass woman.

“Is that good, baby?” the sexy woman cooed as she glanced up at me, eyes wide and welcoming, slightly tearing up in the corners. She unwrapped her hand from around my dick and reached to her face, wiping the remnants of spit from the corner of her mouth. Taking that same hand, she rubbed a finger down her chest, the saliva glistening on her beautiful, brown skin.

“It’s good, sweetheart,” I told her as I gently led her head back down to my awaiting dick.

She got back to work, taking her sweet time dragging her tongue up and down my length, cupping my balls just the way I liked it in the process.

I glanced down the alleyway just to make sure we were still alone and was satisfied when all I could hear was the faint noise of the busy street to our left.

Thank you,I thought to whoever made it possible for me to be in this exact moment at this exact time.

I guess in a way I had to thank Ivy, Theseus’ soon-to-be wife, for this moment. Ivy worked at Black Lush, an adult entertainment business, and at a company event, she’d reconnected me to up-and-coming adult entertainment actress, Audrea Baker, a woman I dated on and off again in high school.

Back in the day, Audrea and I had gotten pretty serious for a while, which had surprised me since I had been all about Layla Payne.As if that’s changed.When we were in school, Ivy and Layla didn’t get along with Audrea. Layla and Audrea still didn’t care for each other much, but Ivy and her had kind of bonded.

Audrea went home with me that night we reconnected, then we got to talking and I told her about wanting to expand the tattoo business I had with my brothers. She mentioned that her uncle had a contact to get discounted Mercedes sprinters, and I needed a decked out, high class sprinter for my latest business venture. They just cost too damn much otherwise.

One chat with Audrea after that event and she called her uncle who was able to knock thousands of dollars off the cost. All Audrea wanted was one thing and one thing only…

For us to have a no strings attached night.

She’d been going through a bad breakup at the time and told me shit was still complicated, but she missed who she was when we had been together. I had a healthy ego, but she surprised me with her request. So much so, that I asked her several times if she was sure that’s all she wanted since rarely was that all a woman sexually required from me.Except with Layla. That’s all she’d wanted, too … despite the fact that I’ve always wanted more from her.

I shook off the thought since it wasn’t healthy to be thinking about shit I still couldn’t have.

I’d been caught off guard yet again when Audrea messaged me the next morning with a response to my question and we fell into easy conversation. She even admitted that she wanted to venture away from adult entertainment and land a lead acting role if she was lucky. That’s why she’d never gone fully nude in any of her Black Lush films.

Only took a few minutes to realize she just needed a listening ear with someone who wouldn’t judge her when she discussed her aspirations to have a prominent acting career, and honestly, she was great at it. We’d run into each other around the city a few times and I watched her act out lines, enthralled by the fact that I was in the company of a woman who was fantastic for some man out there. Just not me.

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