Re-Inventing the wheel

The mirror is smiling back at me today. I’m not so certain if it’s my mix of baby oil gel and coco butter that hits every curve of my muscles or if the creator has allowed me a brief moment of self pride. Feeling your self is always needed time to time. This is one of my free Saturday’s no one called to include themselves in my life. So I pretend and call it a me day. Maybe catch a flick. Call a date, run a train. We will see where the day leads me. Well I lie, Michele my next door neighbor from undergrad wanted to have a Major day. She hadn’t seen me and wanted to “kick it”. Michele and I had fucked from Jr. year till graduation day. It was never good, but pussy’s, pussy. Michele was an Aries, so drama was always front and center its all we did. She made it something else. She had been in love with me over 15 times; I told her I loved her at least twice. Didn’t mean a word of it, but words heal & hurt. She was a dancer; I never took the time to go to a show. But I could see what dance did for her body; it was tight, felt good under me. She was all drama in bed she would shriek, I felt like I was killing it. Rarely cum. I went back and forth in my head, a Saturday with Michele would mean a Saturday night at mine or her house, hopefully hers she had better cable. I’d put her to sleep and catch a 2am showing of the Mummy. I’d make her hold out call her later, if I decided to be in the mood. If she choose to wait around that be on her not me.

One missed call. Shit its Michelle I’ll let her call once more time. Let it go to voicemail then call her back. You had to make people wait. Have them yarn to speak with you be with you. I have had Lynnette on a hook for 6 years I wouldn’t switch up roles. She gave me a sense of comfort, reason a holiday from the madness. I hated her for being so open to my bullshit. I detested weak. I would never mate her. I just fuck her and allow her to make up whatever she needed to get though the night. I didn’t call because I wanted excitement a lust filled night. A strange speech to myself as I walked and recounted the immoral exotica I got the night before. Wet tender full lips on neck, legs raised high to touch the place between my gap and my spheres. I needed a wild Saturday nite. Michelle wouldn’t be a part of it.

I remember hearing about a spot downtown in the Chinatown vicinity. A speakeasy or used to be

Heard it had secret rooms, cheap drinks, and a pool table, what more could a brotha ask for? I would give Nigel a call, but he tended to out slut me at times. Plus what I’d plan to do tonight would only be between me and my savior.

Backward to 7th grade ambushed in front of my locker at 2:57pm. Maya Salter my then girlfriend came over with her two ruffians. Monica Bailey and dike in the making Toni Anderson. “Maya wants a kiss Major, you been going out for 3 days” Monica declared. Toni followed with a firm “YEAH” I looked at Maya’s face, half smile, knowing she was wrong for sticking these bitches on me. I went in for the kiss lips tight; she opened my mouth with her tongue. GROSS!!!

I hastily finished, grabbed my bag, and ran to my bus. Grossed out but approaching cloud 9. Major has kissed a girl!

             Monica grabbed me before homeroom Friday morning. “Maya don’t want to go out with you no more, cause you can’t kiss”! I said okay. Knocked from cloud 9, but not hurt, indifferent. The beginning of the man I was to be detected and moving in an open space.

            I rode the E train to the section of town where I hoped to full this lust in the pit of my stomach. A fatty decided to squeeze her 200 and 89 pounds on her 5’3” frame in the seat next to me. I look at her with the Turkish evil eye I want my $2 dollars back I paid for this ride, its late I should be comfortable. She is fucking up the MTA vision! She looks down at the ground to not get a sense of my anger. Upset about her shape and the moo moo she is forced to wear, day in and out. I think I’ll slip her a note. Start it out with how pretty I think she is. Then as her self esteem raises to 0.2 from the dark abyss that it’s sloughed in for the past 10 years. It’ll say I’d even fuck you if you could find your pussy. That should teach her to squeeze her hine parts into little places. But I won’t. I’d have to care that much.

            My stop arrives, I exit given one more evil glace. I act as if it’s an extra effort to stand because of the lack of space, and then swiftly exit the train.

            3 blocks later the speakeasy stands in front of me. Fucking closed do to eviction, for lease sign sits in the darken window. I stand back thinking what my next step is.

            Lynnette calls like clock work damn I got this one trained. I guess it will be a late night showing of the Mummy.

Re-Inventing the wheel

The mirror is smiling back at me today. I’m not so certain if it’s my mix of baby oil gel and coco butter that hits every curve of my muscles or if the creator has allowed me a brief moment of self pride. Feeling your self is always needed time to time. This is one of my free Saturday’s no one called to include themselves in my life. So I pretend and call it a me day. Maybe catch a flick. Call a date, run a train. We will see where the day leads me. Well I lie, Michele my next door neighbor from undergrad wanted to have a Major day. She hadn’t seen me and wanted to “kick it”. Michele and I had fucked from Jr. year till graduation day. It was never good, but pussy’s, pussy. Michele was an Aries, so drama was always front and center its all we did. She made it something else. She had been in love with me over 15 times; I told her I loved her at least twice. Didn’t mean a word of it, but words heal & hurt. She was a dancer; I never took the time to go to a show. But I could see what dance did for her body; it was tight, felt good under me. She was all drama in bed she would shriek, I felt like I was killing it. Rarely cum. I went back and forth in my head, a Saturday with Michele would mean a Saturday night at mine or her house, hopefully hers she had better cable. I’d put her to sleep and catch a 2am showing of the Mummy. I’d make her hold out call her later, if I decided to be in the mood. If she choose to wait around that be on her not me.

One missed call. Shit its Michelle I’ll let her call once more time. Let it go to voicemail then call her back. You had to make people wait. Have them yarn to speak with you be with you. I have had Lynnette on a hook for 6 years I wouldn’t switch up roles. She gave me a sense of comfort, reason a holiday from the madness. I hated her for being so open to my bullshit. I detested weak. I would never mate her. I just fuck her and allow her to make up whatever she needed to get though the night. I didn’t call because I wanted excitement a lust filled night. A strange speech to myself as I walked and recounted the immoral exotica I got the night before. Wet tender full lips on neck, legs raised high to touch the place between my gap and my spheres. I needed a wild Saturday nite. Michelle wouldn’t be a part of it.

I remember hearing about a spot downtown in the Chinatown vicinity. A speakeasy or used to be

Heard it had secret rooms, cheap drinks, and a pool table, what more could a brotha ask for? I would give Nigel a call, but he tended to out slut me at times. Plus what I’d plan to do tonight would only be between me and my savior.

Backward to 7th grade ambushed in front of my locker at 2:57pm. Maya Salter my then girlfriend came over with her two ruffians. Monica Bailey and dike in the making Toni Anderson. “Maya wants a kiss Major, you been going out for 3 days” Monica declared. Toni followed with a firm “YEAH” I looked at Maya’s face, half smile, knowing she was wrong for sticking these bitches on me. I went in for the kiss lips tight; she opened my mouth with her tongue. GROSS!!!

I hastily finished, grabbed my bag, and ran to my bus. Grossed out but approaching cloud 9. Major has kissed a girl!

             Monica grabbed me before homeroom Friday morning. “Maya don’t want to go out with you no more, cause you can’t kiss”! I said okay. Knocked from cloud 9, but not hurt, indifferent. The beginning of the man I was to be detected and moving in an open space.

            I rode the E train to the section of town where I hoped to full this lust in the pit of my stomach. A fatty decided to squeeze her 200 and 89 pounds on her 5’3” frame in the seat next to me. I look at her with the Turkish evil eye I want my $2 dollars back I paid for this ride, its late I should be comfortable. She is fucking up the MTA vision! She looks down at the ground to not get a sense of my anger. Upset about her shape and the moo moo she is forced to wear, day in and out. I think I’ll slip her a note. Start it out with how pretty I think she is. Then as her self esteem raises to 0.2 from the dark abyss that it’s sloughed in for the past 10 years. It’ll say I’d even fuck you if you could find your pussy. That should teach her to squeeze her hine parts into little places. But I won’t. I’d have to care that much.

            My stop arrives, I exit given one more evil glace. I act as if it’s an extra effort to stand because of the lack of space, and then swiftly exit the train.

            3 blocks later the speakeasy stands in front of me. Fucking closed do to eviction, for lease sign sits in the darken window. I stand back thinking what my next step is.

            Lynnette calls like clock work damn I got this one trained. I guess it will be a late night showing of the Mummy.