"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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It's my second day with these braces in my mouth. I couldn't eat, I couldn't laugh, I couldn't even suck d*ck in peace.
Kwes pulled back. I pulled back too, silence stretching between us.
"Yuh fall off, bruh," Kwes hissed, clearly over my bullshit.
I looked him dead in the eye and laughed. Laughed so hard. The shame settled in, but it only made it funnier.
"Mi fall off?" I cackled.
He didn't like the iron nipping at his skin. If I had known I'd have to relearn everything with these things in my mouth, I would've kept that one likkle crooked tooth right where it was.
I shook my head at Kwes.
"You a one wicked bwoy, enuh," I said, still laughing. "I'm supposed to always be on my A game?"
"When yuh deh wid me, yes. Me always on my A game. Mi ever tek off yuh Vicky C an' nuh mek yuh cum?"
"Yuh extra. You could simply say panties," I rolled my eyes, then cleared my throat, 'ready' again.
The second he slipped down my throat, it hit the wrong spot and I gagged, then burst out laughing. He froze, holding me like he thought I was hurt.
I slipped him down again, attempting to curl my tongue around, and bite my tongue instead. He huffed, legs bouncing. "Nijaa, just guh sleep."
I pursed my lips and stared at up him blankly. "Yuh just a guh shame mi like this?"
He sighed. "But the iron dem inna yuh mouth a scrape mi—"
As he stood, I hugged my arms behind his knees, the furry carpet soft beneath mine. "Mi a tek... time," I pleaded.
He gave up and I tried again.
He pulled away fully this time and rolled his eyes. "Yuh soon learn fi use yuh mouth again... until then. Lowe certain things," then he walked to our room.
I entered our bathroom after I picked up the curling iron.
Shame a kill mi.
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