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Besides giving you a stiff dick, don’t think he’s really going to lace you with much. He already knows that all he has to do is buy you a bottle of Hennessy, some Alizé, and come through with some smoke (trees, collard greens, or whatever else the pot heads call it) and you’re going to let him smash your insides out all night. And if he’s feeling generous, he’ll hit you with a fresh pair of kicks, or slide you a few dollars to get your hair and nails done. You might even be able to get a few more dollars (a hundred at most) out of him. Yeah, he might even splurge on a standard room at the Hilton or Sheraton for you. Hell, he knows it’s a step up from the Motel 6s and the backseats of cars you’re used to. He knows it doesn’t take much to excite you. You love his company and the fact that someone like him is paying you some attention. He already knows you think he’s the best thing that has ever come your way and that you’re not trying to let him go. He might even tell you he’s “feelin” you. But, you best believe you aren’t ever going to be his main girl, even if he is splashing off raw inside of you. At the end of the day, you just a bird to him. And when he bounces from your nest, he’s shaking off the feathers and going home to his main chick. Believe that!

CHAPTER NINE

I love New York, damn it! Yesterday I went to the Harlem Book Festival and it was packed. There was so much positive energy flowing. There were a ton of well-known and up-and-coming authors pushing their books. I finally got the chance to meet Anna J. She’s the freaky chick who wrote that book My Woman, His Wife. She was actually pretty cool, and I loved her sense of humor. Now you know I had to ask her if she was down with any of that stuff she wrote in her book. She laughed, then leaned in and whispered, “Girlfriend, I’m strictly about the dick; there’s nothing a chick can do for me.” Well, now, that’s what I’m talking ’bout. She’s all right with me.

Not only did I get autographed books, I took a ton of pictures. I also had the chance to meet some of the authors whose books I’ve read. And, baaaaby, let me tell you. There were some fine-ass men out there, showing body. Whew, dick for days! We are really some beautiful people. And it was really nice to see us all together without drama. Plus, the weather was beautiful!

Humph. Who said black folks don’t read?

Anyway, I got home around eight-thirty, then had the nerve to go to a club in Woodbridge called Studio 9. This big-time promoter from Newark was having a party there. I’ve been there twice, and each time I’ve had a great time. It’s always packed, and the music is enough to make my body hot. And the men are always plentiful. So I decided to get fly, and do the damn thing—by myself. I will never understand why a chick would hang out with a bunch of other chicks like a pack of wolves, competing for the attention and sometimes temporary affection of a man. I can see maybe two chicks going out on the town together. Even that would be a bit much for me since I like doing my dirt solo. But hanging with four, five, and six bitches, humph. You know like I know that if there are five chicks in a bunch, at least three of ’em are on the prowl for some dick, hunting for someone to take home who will fuck them relentlessly. Nine times out of ten, of the three hoes in the group, two of ’em got their eye on the same nigga. Please. Who has time for that shit?

Anyway, I got my dance on, took a few numbers, then was ready to go on my way. But of course, things don’t always go according to plan, which is not always a bad thing. Interestingly, I wasn’t really out on cock patrol or looking to get into anything last night. I wanted to finger-pop a bit, then bring it back to the house. But as I was walking toward my car, this brotha leaned his head out of the passenger’s window of a sleek, black S600, and said, “Yo, ma, damn you fine. Let me holla at you.”

Now I started to ignore him and keep it moving, but when I cut my eyes over at him, I noticed how sexy he was, so I told him if he wanted to speak to me, he needed to step out of the car and come over to me like a grown-ass man instead of some little boy. And that’s exactly what he did. I immediately sized him up. The dude was fine, and definitely young. But who cares? He had a grown-man swagger I found appealing. If he wanted to play with matches, then I’d be more than happy to set his ass on fire.

The minute he stepped up in my space, I asked him how I could help him. And he said I could help him by giving him my name and number. I smiled and told him to walk me to my car. He did. As we walked, I learned he was twenty (just like I thought, barely legal), from Hartford, but was resting in Elizabeth. When we got to my car, I told him he’d better get back to his ride before they left him. He gave me a look, then made it clear that nothing moved unless he moved. That made my pussy jump. I smiled.

“You ever been with an older woman?”

“Yeah,” he boasted. “I don’t rock with no one under twenty-five. Chicks my age bore me.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m thirty. Think you can handle that?”

“No doubt, baby.”

“You ever fuck a chick in her ass?” I boldly asked.

He didn’t flinch. “Nah, not yet. I haven’t met a chick who wasn’t scared to let me.”

“I love it when a man fucks me in the ass,” I said, getting right to the point. “It makes my pussy wet and creamy. Once you get a taste of a nice, tight ass wrapped around your dick, you’ll think

you were in heaven.”

“Damn, you a real live freak, I see.”

“I like to get my fuck on. You got a problem with that?”

“Nah, baby. Do you?” He rubbed his chin, then pulled at his neatly trimmed goatee. He licked his lips. “So you like taking dick in the ass?”

“I love it,” I said. “It makes me cum like a fountain whenever I have a nice big dick deep in my ass, and fingers fucking my pussy. Do you have a big dick?”

He grinned, stepping in closer. “Is ten inches big enough for you?”

“Is it thick?”

“Like a cucumber. And it shoots more than one round.”

“Well, check this out,” I said, all sexy-like. “I need my pussy and ass licked. And I’m looking for a nigga who ain’t scared to put the work in. Then when I’m done cumming all over his face and lips, I want dude to lie back, close his eyes, and let me use my mouth and tongue to suck and lick his balls, then milk the nut out of his dick. And for the record, I got a fat, puffy pussy with thick lips and a big clit. And I like it when, after a man finishes slurping, licking, and sucking all over it, he turns me over, spreads open my fat ass cheeks, then eats my ass out the way a freaky, nasty-ass man is supposed to.” Then I told him I would fuck and suck his ding-a-ling into a damn sling. You know, straight house him until his dick cramped up.

Let me tell you. By the time I had finished, I had him drooling.

“So, you still tryna holla?”

“Hell, yeah. Shit. Let’s go get a room.”

I laughed. “Slow down, tiger. Not tonight.”

“Oh, you playin’ games, right?”

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