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Your name in this story is, Reign. Pronounced (Rain)! _________________ Me and my best friend, Cliff, we're just chilling in my living room. We we're watching a movie, when he suddenly got a phone call. "Yo." The phone kinda went silent, up until she said, "You still wit Reign? Come ova' tonight, I wanna see you, daddy."
The female said through the phone. "But I promised her that we would chill tonight. You got dildos n' shit. Use 'em." The female scoffed through the phone, while I just laughed.
"Clifford Smith, if you ain't at my crib in the next two minutes, you gon' be single." She gave him a ultimatum that didn't he didn't like too well. "Looks like imma be single. Bye." And he hung up the and put it back in his pocket.
"Cliff, go," I muttered. "Go getcha' girl." He just looked at me confused. "I ain't goin' nowhere, mane, fuck her. There's other females out here that are better than her, and this nigga right here, is gon' chill right here." I chuckled lowly.
He suddenly pulled me up, and kissed me. His lips were soft and plump, like a drug. He slowly slipped his tongue into me mouth, being ever so gentle. I deepened the kissing, moaning, making him as hard as a rock.
He began to rub my wetness through my lace. "Mmm." I moaned.
"Let's hit that back room, ma." _____________________
This is the 90's late nights. Yes, this will be men only, but I will do a women's version, if yawl want. I usually watch movies and or listen to music while I write. Yes, I take requests! Also, not story will be smut. Half of the time, I lose motivation writing smut. But, I do enjoy writing it. So, yes, some will be more romantic, and sad. Thank youuuu!
