How I can say this…
Sometimes, I don’t want to be fucked, I don’t want my head rammed into a wall and all of that…he has that raw energy and there are days when I truly love it. He comes in from work and there’s not even a “Hello, baby how was your day?”, it’s more like “Get out of those jeans, spread those legs”.
I tried talking to him about it, I really did, but you know men can be stubborn at the best of times, he shrugged it off and said “You’ve never complained before”, and instead of listening to me, he just went off and started talking about “You got good dick and you don’t even know it”.
Well that was five months ago, now we don’t even fuck anymore, I know what you’re thinking, I could have resolved the situation a lot better than that. Now I’m not saying what I did was right, but what else could I do, I have feelings wants and needs…
I remember it well, it was just after me and my husband had tried to work things out, he piped up during breakfast “You know Lamont, he’s in a bad way, got kicked off his apartment, fell behind in his rent. So I…erm, I said he could stay here”. I knew Lamont alright, he was that long streak of piss I could not stand, always wore his jeans half way down his arse and could barely pronounce his words. I sound like a snob don’t I, but I really did not like Lamont, or so I thought.
“Babes, he’s not that bad, come on, seriously he’s changed a lot…”
I just kissed my teeth, my husband Razel can be so chupid and very guilible, “Razel, the man got thrown out of his apartment, what does that tell you?”.
All I heard was the door after that, he was gone…and shortly afterwards he came back with Lamont. I was in the kitchen cooking the dinner, chopping up some onions, and I must have let all my anger out on them because they were diced ever so finely. “What have those poor onions done to hurt you?”. I turned around and there he was Lamont, I must have dropped the knife, because I saw him put it in the sink. He said something about being able to cook and that I would hardly notice that he was there.
I caught myself staring at him during dinner and I was trying to figure out how this Longi Lala bwoy had turned into a man, a man that I was not supposed to like. A man that knew my family and who was supposed to be off limits. I just put the stirring in my stomach down to hunger and let it go until the night Razel and I had a huge argument after I found out that he managed to slip his dick into his ex-girlfriend.
Can you say messy?
They say that men can tell when a woman’s not happy and wants pleasure, is this true. I’m not sure, you’re reading this, so I guess you’re the judge. Lamont was sitting on the sofa, “Razel’s an idiot, first class wanker, are you going to let him get away with that?”. I knew what I was doing, I locked the door and said “Come with me”. We went to my bedroom, the room that I still slept in with Razel, even it was separated by pillows. I’m not sure who started it first, but our clothes were on the floor. He reached up, wet his fingers and slowly rubbed my nipples and said “Nice”.
“Razel, will be back soon…we have to hurry”
“No he won’t”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll explain that later, I need you right here”, he fell onto the bed, stuck out his tongue and ordered me to sit on his face. When I felt him enter my pussy I let out a scream, you see Razel would never do that, he thought it was beneath him to eat pussy. I rocked back and forth and his tongue felt so good, I rode, harder and harder and that’s when I came, all over his face.
Just as I was about to get off, I saw the letter on the floor, it was from Razel…
