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Losing the charger for my vibrator is going to be my thirteen reason why. Tossing the pillows and comforter around my bed, I still can't find the pesky little white cord. My purple rose lays dead on my nightstand taunting me. There's a plethora of men in my phone dying to get a taste of the treasure between my legs but I don't have time for bad head or even worse dick at the moment.
"Fuck!" Flopping onto the bed I can't suppress my aggravated groan. It's been six months since I decided to take this ill advised journey of celibacy. And I've come to learn two things:
1: vibrators should have longer charge retention
2: good dick is hard to come by
My ex Darrell had to be taught to please me but once he got my body memorized he was even better than my toys.
Too bad that raggedy mf couldn't keep it in his pants. He had supplied the dick I'd trained for my pleasure to half the town unbeknownst to me. Thank God I never opted to go raw with him. I'd be the poster child for the free clinic.
My phone rings pulling me from my negative thoughts. I roll my eyes at the caller ID before picking up. At this hour this man calling me can never be good news. Either he needed bail money and a place to crash because one of his many hoes found out that she was just one of many on a never ending rotation.
"Hello?"
"I'm outside, come open the door."
"I don't remember inviting you over." He chuckles huskily and I can incision his grill clad smile.
"Come on Yah, I got your favorite. Let me in."
"You better not be lying." Hanging up I quickly tidy up my room tossing my toy into the night stand drawer. My Fenty slew set leaves little to the imagination so I pull on my robe and fuzzy bunny house shoes before opening the front door.
Ennis stands there in all his 6'4 caramel skin glory. His locs look freshly re twisted and his taper was well worth the money I know he dropped on it. His was clad in his usual black on black, this time a Nike tech in his hand he's clutching a CVS bag and six pack of Cayman Jacks. I squeal pressing a chaste kiss to him cheek grabbing my drinks directing him to make himself comfortable on the couch. He immediately reaches for the stash that he keeps her and begins to roll up on my coffee table. His green eyes assess me as he expertly rolls two joints.
"You look good in that color." I smirk taking a drink.
"Of course you'd think so green is your favorite color. And I'm black every color looks good on me." He snorts licking the rello to secure the weed.
"True shit."
"So what brings you over and no I don't believe you just wanted to pay me a visit so you better tell me because I'll just find out when I go to the salon tomorrow." Shaking his head pull the blunt to his full lips lighting it quickly and taking a long pull. Exhaling he sinks into the coach and I notice for the first time how tired he looks.
