Thot Stamp

“Define me in one word.”

Laura asked her boyfriend or lover at the time, Jeremiah that question and looked at face for his reaction and finally his response. He sat on the edge of the queen size bed wearing nothing but his boxers and a very protruding hard on and looked at Laura puzzled. Laura understood his confusion. She was standing in front of him with nothing on but a red lace panty and bra set showing off her amazing body.

He didn’t respond, either ignoring the question or plain not wanting to answer. He just started rubbing his hands over her exposed body. She swatted them away with her petite hands and asked him the question again.

“What is this?” Jeremiah asked, annoyed. “Jeopardy? I didn’t invite you over to talk or ask questions. I asked you over to get busy.”

Typical, Laura said. It was a typical response and usually the only one she was used to. Laura Divine was definitely a fine woman specimen. She kept her soft mocha body tight and fit. She rubbed herself with cocoa butter every day to try to keep her skin nice and smooth. She did squats to make sure her booty was nice and firm. She was the picture perfect female a man wanted in his bed and around his arm. However Laura was tired of being arm candy and bed goods. She wanted to be something more but after laying down with half of the brothers in the housing projects, she already been labeled and that label wasn’t good.

“You can’t answer the question?” Laura asked.

“It’s not a question,” Jeremiah said. “It’s an annoyance. I’m trying to get my jimmy waxed.”

“Then I guess you answered my question,” Laura said then kissed him on the lips.

Jeremiah just smiled, not knowing what the hell Laura was talking about. But she knew. His one word was the same as the other niggas on the block was: THOT.