THOT DIARIES

Entry Eleven

February 5, 2016

So, lemme tell you.

Occasionally, or so, I text this boy, Dickface. We usually text right around the time he wants some coochie. But I would always flex on him because ya know, he was ugly and it was kind of annoying to me.

He'd be like , 'Come outside.'

And I'd be like 'You ain't my nigga.' Just simple stuff to avoid him or whatnot.

So one night we were texting,

OUR CONVERSATION

Him: You be flexin on me. Why u never let me get in them guts?

Me: I don't be flexxin on you, you're just maaad ugly. But for real I'm a virgin.

(I Was Lying Like Hell)

Him: You might as well lose it to me since you already sucking.

Me: You right I guess.

Him: Ight Ima text you tomorrow, don't flex .. I better get some pussy.

So after we get done texting, I lay in the bed and think about the shit I just got myself into. Don't get me wrong, Dickface wasn't really all that ugly to. I just be lying. I'm just not really into giving a nigga any ass unless he buys me Chic-fil-a. But Dickface was on his way to becoming my new niggaa, so I guess I could take one for the team.

The next day comes and I'm getting ready like it's game day. I took four showers, shaved 3 times (please don't shave more than necessary in one setting, please.), and changed clothes 10 times because I don't aim to disappoint. Especially not Dickface. I was scared he'd kill me or something.

He texts me, gives me a time, location and the whole nine. Once I met up with him, the first thing he wanted to do was see what my coochie (I call her Penelope) was looking like. I showed it to him and he was like, "Damn that thang bald." (Boys are creepy as fuck). Then he started aggressively fingering me.

I'm just like, Chill, B. It ain't going anywhere, I promise.

I got down on my knees and started sucking his bone meat. And I was doing it well, if I should say so myself.

He was telling me to slow down and shit, like he really had a say in how I was necking him. First and foremost, this is MY job. I work at my own pace. You don't like it? Suck your own dick. Thank you.

So anyways, he was like "Maaan , lemme poke it one time .."

I was like, "One time ?"

He was like, 'Yeaaa'

So I let him bend me over but I was making everything real difficult. I started crying and screaming, telling him that it hurt. Dickface had the nerve  to call me a baby but, the only thing that was immature at that moment was the size of his dick.

So, he goes back to fingering me and I must say, it was better than the first time. He had me about ready to pop this monkey for a trill nigga.

Then, he started sucking on the titties. Oh Bitch, he was attacking the nipples with his tongue and massaging the pearl with his trigger finger. That combination is where he fucked up. I was just in the beginning stages of falling deeply obsessed. He was just being aggressive and I'm just like 'Oh Go Best Friend. That's My Best Friend. You Better Fuck It Up.'

But now, he was just making things worst by trying to get a bitch to climax. That's when he would've really fucked up because he wouldn't have had any other choice but to fuck me and get me pregnant.

So, at this point, I'm pushing him off me because we weren't ready to fuck up each other's lives.

Once he stops, I catch my breath because, Bitch, that was a workout. You just don't know. I was about ready to fuck that boy until he cried.

I go back to sucking sucking his dick because I couldn't leave him on "go" all day. After I did that, I was already tired of his bullshit.

He was talking about 'Don't tell nobody'. Bitch, I called my best friend and spilled all the juice. Fuck you mean? I couldn't keep it to myself.

When I got home, I lied in bed and really processed that had just happened. I got finger fucked and almost got what could've been the best dick of my life. I sat next to my phone for hours, waiting on a call or text or something, and never got it.

I was crying and shit. I thought Dickface didn't love me or something. I was real emotional. What kind of nigga sucks titties like a pro, finger fucks the life out of you and tries to make you bust wicked nuts, leaving you feeling sexually rejuvenated but doesn't at least text you? A terrible nigga. That's what kind of nigga. That's rude as the fuck.

Long Story Short, I'm basically dick whipped without even getting the dick.

(Dickface, text me the fuck back. I love you, Bitch. Stop hurting me!)