A Journey That Defines

#1 "Better the enemy you know than..."

Today November 2016, date?- honestly i can't put my hand on it. Ooh, i also just realised its a Monday, not Tuesday. Monday blues right?

Now about the "Easy Coming- Terrible Ending" I just had, And by just had, i mean its been a couple of weeks. Wish i could say she started it. That would greatly shift the blame and make me the sole victim in this incident. Guess what though, she still pleads her innocence, Predictable right?

My side of the story- She was playing ball, on some catch n pass netball uncomplicated shit. We had one of 'em South African long weekends, hence you can bet, couple niggas where drunk and arrogant. They joined the ball playing. Yep- you guessed it. That sole intention was to grab and spank. As boyly as that sounds, They weren't exactly banned from the party. The host did seem inviting.

Bitch i thought."Wasted beauty" I muttered. Hommies heard me. Guess i was quite loud. "she ain't bad" they added. Like she needed more knights."Yep- To a Blind man" laughter erupted. Quite taken by the way the "sarcastic fact" was received. I added
"We ain't about to form a legion here, for i was talking about her legs not face. She damn ugly"

So in an attempt to heard by those still laughing, my voice reached her ears. Quite the stare i got, and deserved- i mean earned. Yeah, if brains could talk. Now y'all understand who started it!

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Couple of days later, she sends a boy to ask for my name. The crap, that insults do to a girl and her confidence. The need for her to... "Redeem" herself. Change my perspective of her- my initial impression. Told her i would let her know myself. Not through a messenger.

A day passed: I had her walking up and down my street with the hope that i would keep my word. Anxiety must have been killing her. Poor pussy- Curious one, ain't you? Redeem time i thought.

Muddy as i approached her. Introduced myself- The works. Nothing extreme. Norm all the way. Am quite humble aren't I? What's norm about blushing to a 'Garden Boy'.

Simple minds- Its the way i looked, Not my professional  occupation. Later on she had a boy accompany her to my home again . Had them sitting on a pile of bricks, while I worked quite the sweat off. Lot of snitching abduction pointless talk- Used to it. Bitching i tell you. Disappointing from the boy, he might just grow up to be quite the ass player.

You probably wondering where the boy got his info. Apparently, the bitch used the boy's phone. Which adds up. She asked for a pic- together. Intent?- never bothered to ask. Had her stand in front of me and held her waist. More like cuddled it that held really. My excuse?- Didn't want the pic to show how dirty i was. Had hoped for a selfie, butcher made the boy take it with precise instructions. Yep, she got quite the persona.

Pulled her closer, had found her command quite sexy. Her butt protruded in an attempt to resist my pull. There it met 'stokie'

quite the pricky character.

"Be careful... you shouldn't go in to a pit that fast" i whispered .

"Like im scared" she replied. This turning 'stokie' into 'stroke me'- Yep- my dick transforms. Rage my ex used to call him. Apparently because of his unsettling thrust.

Did i mention I am humble. But not when it comes to my sexual performance or my praise deserving workaholic partner
Stokie Aka Rage.

Rage ain't calm no more, he on some awakening-muscle stretching Bullshit. "are you on Facebook?" I probe.
"Why?" she doesn't give much-
"Coz me might have to recall where our poking started" I tease. Wish i could've seen blush, but we facing the same direction.

With rhythm I slowly tease her ass with Rage. Yes, we haven't taken the pic yet and yet we still holding up the pose. Slow boy I tell you, You would swear he had borrowed the phone and couldn't operate it.

The teasing continues. Totally unseen to the inexperience eyes of a virgin boy. A clicking sound later and and confirmation of it being a great pic. Am bent over, removing weeds from the dying lawn. Rage is still demonstrating- ain't no peaceful march thought. Quite painful though, seeing i had skinny jeans on. He will soon calm  down... i hoped. Think weeds... think weed... think weeds... think weed.

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That was the first chap of 'The Journey That Defines'  hope you like it.

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