Monster Born Hustla

Monster Born Hustla

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What I did that day was for the best. The pang of guilt and disgust with myself was just the side effects of the right deed. That day was a test letting him go was what I needed to do. My momma always told me never hold onto love if it's gone sour. If he really love ya, his ass gone find a way back to you and fuck with your heart some more. My momma was right. He wasn't right for me. He was just too soft, and easily taken an advantage of. He wasn't able to defend me and protect me. What I thought was right for the both of us only created a monster.
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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