The Lustful Sins Of A Sagittarius

Aliyah's Aries Man

Aries men are so different . They are very eye opening and lets be honest they are sluts. They are hypocrites who expect you run at every beck and call but will leave you high and dry. But boy can they fuck...

My Aries man was only good for just that. A good fuck. I remember it like it was yesterday, I showed up in a tank top and booty shorts it was the middle of the summer and I wanted to show a little something but not too much. When i came in he was watching First 48. Typical nigga. I rolled my eyes and plopped down on his bed.

"What is this?" I asked as if I didn't already know.

He looked back stunned. "You don't watch first 48?"

"No, not really. I like funny shows"

He handed me the remote but I refused, that's not what I came here for anyway. He rolled two blunts and we smoke both of them back to back. I usually don't smoke like this with men I try to date on the first interaction because every time I smoke I get overwhelmingly aroused and I didn't need him thinking I was easy. I laid out on his bed staring at the ceiling ignoring the pulsing ache in between my legs.

"I know you didn't come over here with this short ass crop top on" he laughed and squeezed the side of my stomach. I didn't respond as I was watching him now, watching him fondle my stomach while water dripped from his wet curly black hair on to his tattoos. He had the body of a 30 year old dad but he was only 20 and had no kids that I knew of. I liked that. I have always dated super skinny men. Never one with any meat on his bones and he had a-lot of that. It suited him well, it almost made him look healthy. We hung out majority of that day doing nothing but smoking and watching crime television.

We had always been good friends but there has always been this sexual tension between us. I would like for this man to be my man but I don't see that happening especially because I'm still sleeping with his best friend and he is still sleeping with his ex girlfriend but foolishly I believed in a perfect would... we would be together.

I left that evening, my mind racing and pussy throbbing. I went home and masturbated for hours but it didn't seem to satisfy me. I was always so soft and gentle with myself and I needed rough hands, nibbles on my skin and kisses on my neck. I needed to dominated, handled, fucked.

I came back the next night with a strapless shirt and some sweatpants. I sugar scrubbed my body, put on my favorite shea butter and my favorite Dior perfume. When I pulled up he was already waiting for me outside.

"Wassup" he greeted and hugged me.

"Wassup"

We walked to the house silently. I was so nervous and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. See, I had been talking alot of shit to him all day just to build up to this exact moment and the look he had in his eyes was so hungry that I wasn't sure I was ready for what i got myself into.

I walked into a dimly lit house, that smelled of Blue Citrus from bath and body works, with old school love songs playing on the stereo; and I'm not talking about any old love song, I'm talking about Luther Vandross, Bobby brown and Marvin Gaye. There were rose petals leading to the bedroom where there was a blunt and two glasses of Hennessy. I don't even drink.

'This man is about to fuck the shit out of me' I thought to myself. I couldn't help but to be excited. I'm a college student, I stay in a dorm full of other broke ass college students. I never had it set up for me like this or a man with his own place and own money. He was a hustler who rapped on the side, his best friend rapped too but he was broke, living with his mom, with two babies on the way.

"So I was thinking..." he said. "Do you wanna come to my next show ? Maybe the strip club after ?"

I never been to any strip clubs out in Houston. "Yeah I'll go. But Listen Ty, there's something you should know."