•11:00 am•
• coming home from store. Alone•
As I'm walking I listen to the song dontcha by the Internet and I mouth the lyrics
I can be your fantasy, while you're dancing alone tonight
Or you can be my majesty, got me running for you
Said we ain't got to take it slow
Here's what you do to me
I think it's time to take control
Girl I just want to love you
.Now that you want to give it I want to give it to you
I know you won't admit it and at least I know the truth
The way you move around me is something seductive too
Come place we can go if you're down
Just go all the way
Cause basically I, I just wanna ride with you
I gotta get you, cause I just wanna ride with you
Let's find some place to go,
"Cause I just gotta to know if you want me too don't you want me?" I blurt out the last lyric as I walk toward the alley. I see this tall tatted up light skinned guy with straight hair that looks like he's mixed with some Japanese or Chinese descent. He walks up to me and my heart began to race.
"Don't worry pretty young thang, mi nah gan hurt ya" His Jamaican accent made my panties wet as hell which made me not so scared anymore. He noticed my red tattoo that had my brothers name that passed away when I was 15 on my collar bone.
" So you pretty young thang, when ya headed?" He asked while watching my chest, he watched my boobs move but I didn't say shit, I wanted him too.
"I'm on my way home, I have the free right now, my sister ain't home, my name is Gina by the way but people call me G." I said as I bit my lip and he bit his too.
"My name is Syd but call me chino, I'm Jamaican and Chinese by the way" He said as his grey eyes turned to blue, he must be lusting for me.
"Well I gotta go and I've been watching you for a while now and you don't want to get to know me g and oh Cause I just gotta to know if you want me too don't you want me?" He said singing the song I was humming to while moving closer to me,his deep voice and ice minty breath made me scared but he pressed his lips against mine and he bit my lip hard as a bitch but I like it.
"But I do want to get to know you" I yelled as he walked away.
I guess I'll never know who he is.. How does he know what song I was singing?, Why has he been watching me?
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Resistance
Randomre·sist·ance: the refusal to accept or comply with something; the attempt to prevent something by action or argument. You say that you want me. I can tell by the way you watch me. The way my lips wrap around the wine glass. The way my breast sit up...
