FORBIDDEN LOVE

I disappointed her

"Weed!? Are you kidding!? Jayden, what is it?"- she waved a pocket with weed in front of my nose.
"Jo, I'm not addicted, don't think so, please."- I took that small staff from her hand.
"Are you serious? You smoke this shit, Jayden!"- she curved like eating lemons.
"Josephine, I beg you, don't shout. I don't smoke it every day."
"It doesn't matter, Jayden. You are such a fool. Stop killing yourself."- she put on her dress without lingerie, her hair was in mess.
"Please, believe me. It's just a foolishness."- I tried to touch her, but she cringed.
"You know, Jayden. We have one scene of our communication. First, you say love words. Second, we are fucking. Then, we are quarreling. And all quarrels are because of YOU."
"Yes, you are right. I'm a piece of shit. I let you be with me, but it mustn't be happened because we are just relatives. It's my fault that I let you be close to me. Toby was right I had seduced you. I'm an evil, Josephine. Yes, I'm addicted to you, I'm addicted to weed, I'm addicted to tattoos, I'm addicted to aggression."- I hit my fist to the wheel.
"Jayden, I wanna let you know, I won't be with you if you take drugs. I can stand your beast inside, I can bare your bitches around you, but I can't stand that you are a drug addicted."- she got out of the car, slammed the door and went away.

Next day, I left my hometown. I decided to start again try to live without Jo. My mind always returned me that I had to be far from Jo. No sex with her. No talks with her. No my part in her life. It's finished. Forget it.

After that quarrel much time passed by. We had never argued again, because we avoided each other. By 25 years I had already held 157 battles. I was a looser in 7 battles. I earned big money. My house was in California, I visited my parents seldom. I tried to come home when Josephine wasn't there. I didn't know even her telephone number. I tried not to imagine her men who were her fuckers. I felt the pain from it.

I couldn't smoke next to Jo. But when she was gone, I started to smoke oftener and harder. Sometimes police caught me and found some illegal staff, but my money saved my ass.

My body was all in tattoos. Only face was clear. I didn't have a girlfriend, but I have many girls in my bed. When I smoked, I fucked Grace, my assistant. She was 30 and she was hot chick. I loved her brain. She was fucking smart tit.
When I was drunk and sad, I fucked Tracy, she was ready to be porked. She gave me her vagina when I wanted.
I fucked only when chemistry was in my blood.

One time, I came home in California. I saw a maid, she cleaned my house every weekends. I pulled her pussy to my fucking dick. She was glad, I didn't remember exactly. But I fucked her several times.

My life was around sex, drugs, bitches, fighting, clubs, alcohol and greedy women who wished to be in my bed, open their mouths and swallow my sperm.