His Mistress

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Waking up next to him, wrapped up in his arms, was like heaven on earth. Lord knows she could never resist his touch. She proceeds to get up to do her morning hygiene routine which consists of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and a quick shower to rinse all the sin she'd done in the past few hours off. She then decided to go for a run. 

She walks into her closet and put on a sports bra, some shorts and a pair of running Air Max's. She walks back into the room to still find Tyrell sleeping like a baby. Essence kisses him on the forehead and heads downstairs. She goes into the kitchen and proceeds to write a small note telling him that if he woke up, she went for a run.

It was mid- morning and sunny as hell in Houston, Texas. Essence enjoyed living here. It wasn't a super-long drive to the beach. They barely had bad weather unless it was storms. For the most part, it was always feeling nice outside. 

As Tyson is going for his daily run in the morning, he passes this beautiful ass female. Time suddenly slowed down as he took in her whole body. Head to toe. She was darkskin, medium height, had thick thighs and let's not forget that she had an ass on her. It's been a while since he's seen a female look that good.  He proceeds to make a quick U-turn to try to talk to her. 

She's running and suddenly sees a partial shadow with hers.  She looks over her shoulder to see the fine man she'd just pass moments ago. This wasn't real. There was no way this fine ass, lightskin 6'3 standing man, was trying to get her attention. He picked his pace up to get in front of her and managed to stop her in her tracks. As she goes to removes one of her headphones, she thinks "Essence! What the HELL are you doing. This man could be a stalker, or even worse, an actual fucking psychopath." Then as she's taking it out, she thinks, "What the hell are you talking about? You better get on that sexy piece of a GOD, and he's looking you up and down like he wants to eat you right now. Need I remind you that Tyrell has a whole fucking wife? On top of all the times he's lied to you! Get back at the son-of-a-bitch."  She proceeds to ask him, "What do you want?" Maybe the bitch route wasn't always the way to take. For some reason, Houston men seemed to always like a challenge. "I was just going to ask for seven things." "Seven things, huh? What would those be?" Looking her up and down, he's mesmerized. He licks his lips real smooth and says, "That phone number would be nice. I seen you run past me and couldn't resist at least trying to talk to you." "Well, I can't do that. I have a man."  Knowing damn well she doesn't really claim Tyrell as her man. After all, he did belong to another woman. Talk to that damn man. He keeps staring at you.  Shit, Tyrell's married anyway. Maybe it's time you moved on. 

Essence looked him up and down and he could tell that she was checking him out. Tyson always knew since a young freshman in high school that he was fine. There was no doubt about it. He had bitches who were about to graduate, trying to talk to him. Of course, over the course of time, including college, he's gotten big-headed. He's has two girlfriends his entire life. Both relationships ended on good terms. He just really didn't trust anybody. He kept his circle small as fuck. Tyson knows he's sexy and all, but he caught her gaze and thought, "She checking me out and she's fine as hell." He wasn't even mad. Shit, after all, he was staring right back.  "Look baby, I don't know your man and he don't know me. I won't tell if you don't." Okay, let's admit, that was one of the lamest ways to slide, but she thought he was fine as a bitch. Muscular as hell. Let's not even get started on the very large dick print.   "I need a name sir." "Tyson, baby. What's yours?"  He replied. "Essence. Well, umm, I'm in an off and on relationship. So I can't give you my number, but you can give me yours. If we ever break up." She pulled her phone out her armband. He proceeded to give her his number. 

"Okay, you might hear from me sometime." "Alright, don't keep me waiting too long beautiful." "No promises." she said with a wink, and with that she put her headphones back in and kept running, giving Tyson the best view of her plump ass in her running shorts. 

After jogging off, Essence felt a tad bit guilty. The feeling left just as soon as it came. Why in the hell should she feel guilty about Tyson, when Tyrell has an entirely separate life. She was tired not actually having a man next to her whenever she wanted. She was going to officially break things off with Tyrell. She started to pick up her pace. Tyrell was in for a rude awakening not far away. 

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