Page 52 of Deep Throat Diva

I glance over at the clock. It’s almost one o’clock in the morning. I contemplate what I should do. The idea of tasting some young Italian dick is appealing to me. I tell him to send me a dick flick before I make my decision. In the meantime, another IM screen pops up.

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: wassup, ma? How u?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: hey there. I’m good, and U?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: chilln-chilln. Horny as fuk 4 some of that deep throat

DEEPTHROATDIVA: is that ur way of say’n u wanna c me?

Italian Stud sends me an email with an attachment of two pics. I click it open. My mouth waters the minute his dick appears on the screen. It’s a nice thick piece with a big, juicy mushroom shaped head. There’s a big vein that runs across the top of it. I can’t deny, it looks…delicious. And I’m tempted.

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Maybe. But I’ma respect ya space. My dick is hard 4 more.

DEEPTHROATDIVA: U betta be glad I’m on a dick-fast; otherwise U’d be in trouble. LOL

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: LOL. Me and my dick like trouble.

ITALIANSTUDCOCK: U still there?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: where u @?

ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Union. Earl Street

DEEPTHROATDIVA: do u have a safe spot we can go?

ITALIANSTUDCOCK: yeah.

DEEPTHROATDIVA: is 40 mins too late?

ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Nah. Itz good. I can meet u on the corner. I’ll be in blue jeans, white tee, and white sneakers wearing a blue fitted. 908-444-1111

DEEPTHROATDIVA: k. C u then!

I write his number down, then close out the screen. Mister Thick Seven and I chat back and forth for a few more minutes before he tells me he has to go. That he has to go jack off because I got his dick rocked.

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Ooooh. *licks lips* U nasty. Imagine me on my knees with my head back and mouth open wtg 4 u to bust ur nut in my hot mouth

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Daaaaaamn. No doubt! Gotta go, babe. TTYL

I click out of the box and shake my head, knowing damn well I have no business entertaining any of these niggas after all the shit I’ve been going through. Girl, turn this shit off and take your crazy ass back to sleep, I think, mulling over my options. Suck dick. Go to sleep. Suck dick. Go to sleep. What’s a girl to do? Before I am able to make a decision one way or the other my cell rings. And in that instant my choice is already made for me. I sigh, feeling almost relieved. “Hello.”

“You sleep?”

“No, Jasper,” I say, leaning over the side of the bed, sitting my laptop on the floor. I slide it under the bed. I lie back against the pillows, resting my head up against the headboard. “I’m sitting up in bed.”

“Oh, word? Doing what?”

“Thinking about you,” I tell him.

“Oh, word? That’s wassup. What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Sucking on that dick.”

“Damn, baby. I wish I was home in bed wit’ you.”

I let out a soft moan. “Me, too. Right now I’d be all over you.”

“Yo, you feel like gettin’ off?”

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