The more I spend trying to get my life together, I'm realizing that there are multiple levels to the emotions and desires that I experience on a daily basis. My relationship with my wife is getting worse. I am coming to the realization that we just may need to end things and focus on raising our children. At this point, we don't even like each other. I know I can't go back to the house. Too much has happened. Too much has been said. Our shit is pretty fucked up. And the only way for either of us to realize peace is probably away from each other.
To add more drama to my chaotic life, there are two other people in my life that I enjoy having around. "Tiffany"is my road dog.....my ride or die chick.....my
drinkin buddy. I met her years ago at jazz lounge. She stood center stage in front of a pretty good rhythm section, belting out some of the greatest standards......Don't mean a thing, A-Train, all old stuff that night. But the girl was
killin. She finished her set. Some how we ended up at the bar sitting next to each other at the bar, talking shit. I love the way Tiffany can just roll with the punches. She doesn't care what you say around her. She can cuss and talk shit with the best of
niggas. A sexy little petite thing. Dark, smooth skin. Sexy ass lips that reveal that she can kiss a
nigga into a frenzy, and suck the shit out of a dick. Tiffany works out. She has the face of porn star, Jada Fire, far more tight and petite than that bitch.
Tiffany and I closed the lounge out that night. We talked, drank, ate, joked. And that was it. We kept in contact. I would always come to hear her and we would follow the same routine every other night. Tiffany is an attorney for a major law firm. That's another reason we clicked. Bitch is quick on her feet. A smart ass, sarcastic,
ýet witty
nukka. I love it.
Eventually, Tiffany and I got a lot closer. We shared intimate details about our lives. I got free legal counsel. She got a free musician (yeah, I'm a keyboard player too -- I got more jobs than a
fuckin Jamaican). Like I said, that's my ride or die bitch.
One night, after leaving the bar, Tiffany asked me to give her a ride home (which was often our custom). No problem. I drove her to her posh high rise condo in the city, and walked her in and helped myself to a glass of
Hennessey. It was an early night. We didn't drink. Just had a bite to eat and went to her place. Tiffany changed clothes and was walking around her apartment in a skimpy ass robe. "Bitch you need to put on some clothes. You got company", I told her. "Company????
Muufucka, you ain't nobody. You like
lookin at this phat ass anyway." That's my
nigga. Always got a quick
fuckin response. But this time, I jumped out there. "Yo, you need to stop
playin before I rip that shit off and turn you the fuck out. Your pussy ain't ever been eaten the way I do it." This bitch stood up, with a drink in her hand, let her robe fall to her ankles, bit her bottom lip, and said, "come make this pussy squirt
nigga."
WTF????? I was blown and aroused at the same time. I wasn't gonna be a bitch though. In seconds, I took a shot of
Hennessey, and was on my knees with a mouth full of bald pussy. Tiffany grabbed the back of my head and talked shit while I ate her shit out. She was standing over me fucking the shit out of my face. I was loving it, and she was too. She told me to come to the bedroom. "Nah. Tonight is all about you." I took her over to the wet bar in her apartment and lifted her up so she was sitting on the bar. Legs wide open. "
Nigga kiss me", I told her. She did. "Now finish
eatin this pussy." And that's what the fuck I did. I licked, sucked, and tugged her shit so much til she came three different times. And my
nigga was serious making her pussy squirt. My shirt was drenched, covered in her juices. That's all we did that night. But Tiffany and I hook each other up regularly. Sometimes I'll call her and say "
Nigga, I need some." And she will say, "Let's do it
muufucka." Sometimes we do oral, fuck, or just lay up. No one catches feelings. And we are still tight as shit.
Then there is "Phillip". I met him at a company
fundraiser. Older dude. Looks a bit like actor,
Idris Elba. He works out 5 days a week. And sure as hell doesn't look 45 years old. Phil and I exchanged information and would often meet for lunch or an early dinner. One day he invited me over. Wanted to cook for me. I showed up to his house hungry. Phil always talks shit about how well he cooks. So I came looking to be impressed. He did NOT disappoint a
brutha. Lamb chops over rice pilaf and asparagus. The meal was wonderful. Phil put on some soft jazz and made a most interesting request. "Lay with me for a while." I didn't have a problem with that. I was actually hoping to at least get a kiss. Phil walked into his bedroom and called for me to join him. When I got in the bedroom, he was naked. His body was perfect. I was embarrassed to be so much younger than him and not have a body like that. "Whatever", I thought. This is what you get. I quickly lost my clothes and climbed into bed with this big
nigga (Phil is 6'5"and all muscle). We laid there for a couple of hours. Held each other, kissed each other, felt each other, and fell asleep with each other. When I woke up, prepared to leave, Phil told me, "I have a present for you". In seconds he had my dick in his mouth. He played with the head of my shit with his tongue while he stroked the shaft. I laid there, biting my lip, grinding on his face, and letting him hear my approval. But this
nigga wasn't finished. He suddenly lifted my legs up and proceed to eat my ass. I damn near lost my mind. Phil played with my hole and jacked my dick till i nutted all over my stomach and chest. Some of the
nutt got on his neck. Shit was hot. Phil and I talk every day and see each other quite often. He is a cool dude. And he has become a great friend over time.
Between Tiffany and Phillip, a
nigga is really getting to understand the
meaing of being "turned out."
