So, someone said I should let my stories I have for myself be shared, so here we are, which means these are like different scenes I picture with the people here, I don't know, read it.
( When I tell you this man is so fine and when I tell you this man is scrumped dilly icious, imma whore for him!! Please brace yourself, this is the beginning of MATURE shit in this book.)
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"How is it that I'm the one with the attitude every time you do a meet and greet, G? Tell me, please." "Well for starters, every time a female comes up to me, you give them your bitch face."
"No, I fucking do not!! Those bitches always looking at me like Imma fuckin disease, give me a stank face, like 'wtf are you doing here' kinda face, and I can be here if I want, you're my boyfriend!!! when did this become an issue?"
"Baby, no one is making an issue of this but you, ok? how about we just wrap this up so we can go get some food and go home and chill?" This dude is lucky I love him. It's literally the only reason I am tolerating these 'Can you sign my ass?!' 'Can you sign my boobs?' 'I can give you my number,' types. Of course, not everyone is like that, only the ones who see me and purposely test my shit.
The next set of girls come up and take pictures with G and ask for his autograph, then they asked me to come to get in the pic, don't ask me why, this is the first time this has happened to me. I got in the picture and one of the girls whispers to me: "He seems so much happier, he's lucky to have someone take care of him and look out for him." I was shocked, but that was so sweet.
The next set of girls come up and I can tell it's finna be an issue, who the FUCK wears this shit to an M&G?
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Is it just me? "Hi G, OMIGOSH!! sorry, I'm excited to be here, I'm Soraya, I'm such a huge fan, could you like, sign my Boob?" I'm not gonna lie, she's a pretty chick, nice ass, boobs, etc. I am an A cup, slim thick, etc. But it's something about her that makes me wanna slap the living hell outta her.
"Um, Yea, sure." G goes to sign over her holey Moley ass stocking cap when she giggles and goes to pull down the top part of her dress. she has nipple tape on, but that's not the point. G looks over to me for approval, and I roll my eyes and shrug, it ain't my M&G. He deadpans me and I nod my head, I just wanna get some food and go home. He goes and starts signing her titties, and then I saw her trying to rub G through his pants. "Hey, Imma need you to not do that, please, it's uncomfortable and I have a girlfriend."
