satin n silk | urban

intro | k e r e t t a

"If I knew I was wasting my time, wouldn't have wasted my time with all these shoulda coulda woulda's..."

k e r e t t a | 1 2 a m

I've always been the type of bitch to vibe by herself. Since I can remember I was always tryna separate myself from other muhfuckas.

All throughout school I'd duck off whenever I could. You wouldn't even know I was present in any of my classes if it wasn't for the fact I was always forced to say 'here' when my name was called on attendance. I've just always preferred to be lowkey. I've always enjoyed walks, talks, movies, food, sleep and the rest of it without the presence of someone else and I been like that since I was little. Someone else coming into my life never shook me. I was always gon' be me and they was always gon be an extra.

If they was a lil too extra I cut em off and kept the movie rolling. Life stops for no man.

But then bitch...I met Jamari.

And he gave me some groundbreaking, earth shattering head at midnight to Partynextdoor after telling my dumb ass to let him in. My life was changed. It was a wrap like saran. He wasn't just another extra, no matter how much I tried to make him one.

"I can't..." I cried softly, trying to escape his lips and push his head away. He wasn't budging. This nigga was really about to eat my pussy til I cried.

I needed to stop talking so much shit in them tweets.

"I c-can't" I repeated, trying to slowly make my way up the bed. He was really ignoring me! The silk sheets didn't make it any better. My pleas fell on deaf ears and my grasps were met by more of the beautiful, slippery fabric.

I couldn't take it anymore. His tongue was really too good. He was always talking shit about his head game being amazing but damn.

"Please Jay, I really can't!" I was actually crying now. It was borderline sobbing at this point. Him being between my legs and working his magic felt too good and I was fed up. How he just gon show up to my apartment this late at night and fuck my life up like this? My mind was fighting between pushing him away and bringing him closer. I couldn't even make a decision.

Suddenly, I felt him roughly pull me back down across the bed lock his arms around my legs. It was ova, there was no mo' room for running!

I tried to fight by placing myself up on my elbows as best as I could. He was gon' hear me.

"Look I'm-" my voice cracked. I couldn't even begin to properly get my words out before I was interrupted.

"Ain't no 'look' right now wit you shorty. You play way too much wit me Kee but you taste good as hell..." He looked up at me and I got wet all over again. I noticed his lips were shiny from my juices and it really had me hot. How was I even more horny? That ain't make sense.

"Mar forreal can you just-"

"Interrupt me again and I promise I'm fucking you forreal. All gas and no breaks."

Of course I interrupted him again. He did fuck me too. That night I actually learned to not fuck with Jamari. He actually means what he says.

I also learned he was crazy over me. By the way, a man who is crazy over his woman is waaaay more to handle than a woman crazy over her man. Anyone who tells you different is a liar.

I'm crazy but...he'll kill you. That's a large difference.

So, why exactly did he pop up at my place of residence at such a late point into the night? Why did I allow him to ruin my life? Why is he still ruining my life today? What made me go from never needing anybody to needing him? Why did I now crave his attention and love?

Honestly, I ain't got an answer fo' ya. It was probably the head though. It might've even been the dick.

It was definitely the dick.