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September 4, 2025🎈
"Happy Birthday, Daddy," Nicki said, rubbing my chest and whispering in my ear. I could tell by her voice she was trying to seduce me.
I wasn't feeling it.
"Thank you," I forced a smile.
Today I was 33, but I didn't feel like myself. I had been trying to get better with physical therapy and my medication, but the pain still lingered, and it annoyed me.
I felt like nobody really understood what I was going through. Everyone kept saying the same thing, over and over: "It'll be okay," or "You'll get through it."
But they didn't know. It all felt so repetitive, empty words that didn't help.
"Let me give you something," Nicki whispered, biting her lip as her hand slipped down toward my dick.
I gently moved her hand away.
"I'm okay, baby," I said, trying to sound reassuring.
She pouted, looking up at me. "You don't want head for your birthday? Come on, baby," she said, almost teasing.
Anybody else would've loved that, especially for their birthday, but I just wasn't in the mood. Not today.
"Not really"
Nicki wasn't letting up. She pressed closer, lips brushing my neck, and her hand started moving down to my waist again.
"Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice soft and teasing. "Let me take care of you. You'll feel better, I promise."
I sighed, the frustration starting to bubble up. I knew she was trying to help, trying to get me to relax, but I just wasn't in the mood for any of it.
She kept going, her fingers slipping into my waistband, trying to take my dick out.
"Let me make you feel good," she whispered, biting her lip, pushing for more.
"I said no, Onika! Damn!" I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.
She froze, her hand pulling back as she stared at me, surprised. The room went quiet, and I could see the hurt flash across her face. I instantly felt bad, but I couldn't help it. The pressure, the pain, and everything I'd been holding in-it just came out.
Nicki pulled her hand away and got up, not saying anything. I could feel the shift in the air immediately.
I sighed, trying to soften my tone. "Onika..."
She didn't look back. "I'm gonna check on the twins. Happy birthday," she said, her voice quiet but clipped. Then she walked out, leaving me there in the quiet, feeling like everything just got a whole lot heavier.
