Hoe (Kelly Oubre Jr. Story)

Prologue

"Where you going?" he asked.

I didn't even know his name, nor did I care.

"Home. The dick was trash." I answered.

I've always been described as 'too honest', but I never minded.

"Fuck you too then hoe," he gritted.

I laughed, slipping my skin tight short shorts on, followed by the lacy crop top that barely covered my nipples.

"That word has no effect on me," I said truthfully.

I stopped seeing that word as a negative epithet a long time ago, when I realized men could be sexual creatures and people will say 'boys will be boys' but I as a female am not supposed to be an overly sexual being.

I was a discommode for these young men who were only chasing pussy, and I loved the agony I caused them.

I've exasperated almost every male that's come in contact with me, but there hasn't been one that hasn't came back.

I'm too good. Too good at provoking men into lust filled nights. Too good at inducing them into meaningless screwing.

Men are the argument, and I'm the instigator.

Men are the thin, cancerous nicotine sticks and I'm the lighter.

Men are the epitome of malicious heartbreakers and I'm simply a vindictive miscreant whose only desire is to break the uncorroborated law that women can't be sexual beings such as men.

And the same way a man will walk out after sex, I will too.

The same way a man, will leave you , I'll leave them desolated.

I am Naomi Zulu or as most of the men in DC, whether they've had their way with me or not, call me... the hoe.

Or as I like to think of it... the

Habitual

Obtrusively

Enlightened

Because there is no such thing as a promiscuous woman in my mind.

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Are y'all feeling it? Cause I don't wanna write something people find distasteful lol.

Comment and let me know. Thanks for reading❤️