Thot Stamp

he's my little secret...

Laura walked all the way home. She needed the walk. She needed that time to think. Javon started blowing up her phone after she was halfway home. Laura figured it was probably because either his team was losing badly so he didn’t want to watch no more or he really got scared that he was really losing that ‘good head’ game. Either way, she didn’t care. She had cancelled him out of her book and once she did that, it was for good.

Laura was happy when she finally made it inside her apartment building. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to bed and pass out. Laura entered her apartment thinking she was probably have to finish off what she started when she left but her mother was nowhere to be found.

“The only good thing about today,” Laura mumbled to herself.

She needed the peace and quiet. She sighed heavily and headed to her room.

She flopped on the bed and thought about just crashing without taking off her clothes. She was that tired. She thought against it because she wanted to be comfortable. She stripped off all her clothing and got in the bed naked. Something she hadn’t done in a while but like doing. She loved the way her 1000 thread count sheets felt her smooth naked body.

She was off to slumber land in no time. She had plugged her Samsung cell phone into the charger and was snoring before her head hit the pillow.

Laura woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing and blinking like crazy. Laura lazily reached her hand for it and put it to her mouth.

“Hello,” she said groggily.

“That’s fucked up how you just left a nigga,” Javon said. “I thought you was spending the night.”

“Nigga, you couldn’t fed a bitch properly,” Laura countered. “Good night and oh, lose my number. I told I’m fucking with real niggas now.”

“But I…” Javon never got to finish the sentence before Laura ended the call.

Laura was about to toss the phone back where it was at when another call came through. A bright picture of Mariyah appeared and then her name in the caller id spot.

“What this cock blocking bitch want?” Laura mumbled but felt bad for saying it. It wasn’t Mariyah’s fault that she couldn’t handle her man. Mariyah just wasn’t meant to have him.

“Hey, girl,” Laura tried to get the grogginess out of her voice even though she was still dead tired.

“Hey, LaLa,” Mariyah greeted on the other end. “Where your hoe ass been? I’ve been calling you all night.”

“Yeah, I went to see that nigga Javon,” Laura informed.

“Word, how did that go?” Mariyah asked.

“That nigga fed me Chinese food and had the nerve to ask for the leftover chicken wings I didn’t eat with his weed smoking ass,” Laura laughed. “Uggghhh! I hate cheap ass niggas. I tell you I’m going to have to do a full slash cut on all these fake ass niggas I know.”

“I hear that, girl,” Mariyah said. “You need to start settling down, LaLa. You can’t be running around like this. Need to find a good man like the one I have.”

Laura wanted so bad to say, “But I did find a good man like the one you have because he is the one you have.”

Instead Laura say, “I’ll just keep my eyes open. Hopefully Mister Right will walk right up to me and give me a lap dance. Speaking of Mister Wonderful, where is your man at now?”

“He’s out,” Mariyah said. “Something about he had to see one of his boys about something.”

“Word,’ Laura said wondering where Marquez really was.