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Damn! I’m gonna use this shit.

u talking to anyone ?

yea to the voices in my head

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This is pretty accurate actually lol 

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I’m SO unmotivated! Help!

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I just want to be cuddled right now. Is that too much to ask for? Huh! 😔

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She’s perfect

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Brooklyn's Journey [5]

Summary: This story centers around a woman, Brooklyn, in her mid-20s who enjoys the company of others and lives her life as she sees fit. One day, she decides to explore her sexuality after having several not-so-satisfying experiences.

In this chapter, Brooklyn decides to find a man she can have fun with after watching some of her friend Monique's spicy videos. However, all isn't as it seems.

Word Count: 1,408

Reading Time: 5m 38s

Warning: NSFW. PIV.

Author's Note: This chapter is a little longer than the previous ones, but cutting out certain parts would've been crippling. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Lackluster

Spending the day with Monique and Charity was much needed, but after watching several videos of Monique getting plowed by hot men, I wanted the same. So, once I got home, I started messaging a few men who piqued my interest on Cupid’s Arrow, the latest dating app. It was more popular for hookups than actual dating and romance, but I was okay with that since I didn’t want anything serious.

           Each guy had many pictures, full-body and headshots, and they could all keep a conversation going. It was hard for me to choose, but I chose Daniel. We had more in common, and he was willing to meet the same night. So, I showered, threw on a nice yellow sundress with some cute sandals, and headed to my favorite pub, Benny’s. 

           Once I got there, I headed towards the bar to look for him. Average height, dark brown hair, brown eyes, slender yet sexy frame, and wearing slacks and a blazer. That’s what I was told to look for. When I found Daniel, I was not pleased, but I greeted him anyway.

           He did, in fact, have dark brown hair and brown eyes. However, when he hopped off the barstool, I could look him dead in the eyes without craning my neck—I’m only 5’1”. He was slender, but I wouldn’t say sexy due to the brown slacks and navy blue blazer he wore, which did not match. 

           Damn it! I thought to myself. I should have asked for a picture. I let my pussy do all the thinking for me tonight.

           “You look great,” he said unenthusiastically. 

           “Thanks,” I said, matching his energy.

           He nodded toward the corner of the pub. “There’s a quiet corner booth just there so we can get to know each other better.”

           I smiled, nodded, and followed him to the booth. Despite Daniel being stoic as hell, his conversation was surprisingly stimulating, and he even managed to make me laugh. So, I decided I’d give him some pussy – as long as he wanted it – and he did. With a quick text, I told my roommates I would have some company and had him follow me home.

           Once we arrived, I led him straight upstairs into my bedroom.

           “Is there anything you’d like?” I asked. “Water? Wine?”

           “No, thanks,” he said as he slipped off his blazer and let it land on the floor. He walked over to me and stopped just inches from me. “You ready?”

           What the fuck?

           “Uh … as I’ll ever be,” I responded with a questioning look.

           He leaned in and gave me a single, light peck before he laid on the bed and spread himself out. It looked like he was making a half-assed attempt at making a snow angel on my mattress. Internally, I was rolling my eyes and cursing him out, but I told myself I was getting laid tonight. So, I crawled onto the bed, hovered over him, and gave him a real kiss. One that made him shed more than one piece of clothing. I continued to kiss him as I laid my body on his and started grinding into him. He moaned and pulled me in closer while trying to remove his shirt and pants. He was unsuccessful, so I stepped in and lifted his shirt over his head and sat up to remove his pants. 

           I got a good look at his body; he wasn’t as slender as he looked with clothes on. His pudge said otherwise. I decided to ignore it. We are all human, after all. Then, my eyes made their way to his crotch. He was hard, but I could tell his dick was average. I realized I was disappointing myself before we even got to the good part, so I shook my head and tried to get myself into sexy mode, which he seemed to notice.

           “Everything okay, babe?”

           Babe?

           “Yeah, just getting my hair out of my face.” I shook my head once more, acting like I was trying to move my long, coily hair away from my face.

           He planted both of his hands on my cheeks after tucking my hair behind my ears and gave me a kiss. Then he moved his right hand slowly down my torso, between my legs, and rubbed my pussy through my panties. After eliciting a few moans from me, he put his hands in my underwear and circled my clit.

           “Oh. You are so wet. So sexy.” Again, unenthusiastically. “Let’s get this dress off of you.”

           And with one swift motion, he pulled my yellow sundress over my head and threw it to the floor. Then he removed my bra and panties within seconds. He massaged my nipples between his fingers and kissed my neck as I reached over to the nightstand for a condom. I handed it to him, and he immediately shimmied his boxers off. Once he put the condom on, he wrapped one arm around me and placed me on my back. He continued to kiss me as he rubbed his dick between my wet pussy lips. 

           I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my pelvis forward, making the tip sink into my pussy. I wanted to get fucked and needed to cum.

           “Oh, so eager,” Daniel said.

           What is up with the lack of excitement?

           He started fucking me at a medium pace. I loved having a dick inside of me. I loved having sex! Even if it wasn’t great, which Daniel wasn’t, I loved the motion of it and the feeling it left me with. I placed my arms around his neck and began moaning, swirling my hips against his to increase the pleasure. The next thing I know, he’s holding my hips down, minimizing my movement. 

           “Too much,” is all he said before pumping into me again.

           “Uh … okay ….” I said.

           Then he leaned back and placed my legs on his shoulders and started fucking the shit out of me, which I wasn’t expecting. I grabbed the pillow that was behind my head and cried out.

           “Ah, fuck!”

           His dick was hitting my sweet spot over and over again, bringing me closer to my orgasm. As I placed one hand on his chest and looked him in the eyes, I noticed he was looking straight ahead. 

           “What the ….” I was concerned. He looked like a robot on autopilot. “Are you –“

           “You almost there?” he asked, still looking straight ahead.

           Ah, this motherfucker.

           I didn’t answer him. Instead, I started moving my hips to get closer to that orgasm I desperately needed to feel good and get him the fuck out of my house. He tried to hold my hips down again, but I grabbed his hands and pulled him into me.

           “Fuck me a little more and make me cum,” I whispered in his ear.

           The next thing I knew, he was rabbit fucking me closer to my orgasm. As I got closer to my orgasm, he came into the condom, making one small grunt.

           “Uh.”

           So boring and unenthusiastic and - WAIT!

I never got to cum. 

           I didn’t wait for him to ride out his orgasm and come to his senses. I pushed him off me and grabbed his clothes off the floor. 

           “Here ya go,” I said, tossing them to him. “The trash can is to the left of the bed. I’ll walk you out once you’re dressed.”

           “What?” he asked bewildered.

           But I had already left the room and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. By the time I was finished, Daniel was sitting on my bed dressed, waiting for me to return.

           “Did I do something – “ 

           “I had such a great time, but you gotta go.” I motioned for him to get up, but he just sat there confused. So, I took him by the hand and led him out of my room. “Let’s go!”

           We practically ran down the stairs. I opened the front door for him, and before he walked through, he asked with irritation, “This is how you treat all your men who give you an amazing night?”

           “No,” I answered. “Only the dull ones. The good ones usually stay.” And with that, I pushed his ass out the door and closed it behind him. I locked the door and returned to my room to call it a night.

Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

Dividers created by @cafekitsune 💜🖤🩷

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Beautiful poem by Dorothy Chan, remembering her late father. 

This is really inspiring me to write poetry again. I haven’t written poetry in years. Maybe I’ll give it a go and post some here. Enjoy!

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We Don't All Look Alike

Word Count: 583

Reading Time: ~2m

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         You know, I couldn’t make this shit up if I wanted to, and I really wish I could! Uh! People totally give me a headache sometimes. I can’t even take a mini vacation without any hiccups, small or large. It’s just my luck, I guess.

           I decided to take a small vacation, 3 days, to unwind and get some rest. I researched different hotels and Airbnbs in the area and chose one, only to have that reservation canceled about an hour later due to flooding. So, when I was looking for another accommodation, I called before booking to make sure that everything was okay and that they actually had room. I settled on a place I will not name and made a reservation.

           Cool!

           The day comes! I am ready to finally kick up my feet and relax. Take a nap or two. Since there seems to be lots of things going on, I might see a show or go to an event. I get to the hotel counter and tell the gentleman that I’m checking in.

           “No, you canceled your reservation,” he said.

           What the fuck? I think to myself. I shake my head in confusion.

           He nods. “Yes, you canceled it an hour ago.”

           “What? No, I didn’t.”

           “Yes, you made the reservation yesterday, and canceled today.” He was so adamant about it.

           “No, I did not! I made this reservation days ago, and I did not cancel anything.”

           He kept nodding and telling me I canceled and tried to check in earlier.

           “What the … this is my first time here. Ever! What are you talking about?!”

           “What is the name?”

           That’s the first fucking thing he should’ve done, not give me a fucking headache by telling me that I don’t have a reservation because I canceled it.

           I give him my name, and he says, “Oh, no. That’s not the same name. Sorry about that, ma’am.”

           “You’re sorry? Really?” I shake my head.

           “Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry. There was a woman – same height, same hair ….” he said.

           I wanted to jump across the counter and drop-kick him and say, “Not all Black people look alike motherfucker,” but of course, I didn’t. I just wanted to get into my room so I could take a nap. Check-in after that was seamless. However, my stay was not entirely seamless. Every time I’d leave my room to get food, go shopping, or whatever, I’d get locked out of my room and have to return to the front desk to reactivate my keycard. 

           “Are you sure it’s not working? It says green,” he says the first time I get locked out.

           Green? Motherfucker, I wouldn’t come here and talk to you if I could get in my fucking room. Just annoying!

           “I cannot get into my room,” I said. “Seems like you don’t want me here. Got me confused with someone else perhaps.”

           He said nothing and activated my keycard once more. I thanked him and went straight to my room.

           I’ve never had so much trouble staying somewhere. (Well, I don’t know about that. 🤔) He gave me grief from the time I entered the damn lobby until my last night. Uh! I would’ve left if the room wasn’t so lovely. I really liked the hotel and the food that they served. However, if I ever go back to that area again, I will not stay there. “You canceled your reservation.” Pfft! Man, get outta here and stop judging us.

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Author's Note: Despite having to go through all that crap, I did have a good time. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

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The Carnal Locs Smith [2]

Word Count: 604

Reading Time: ~2.5m

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We’re here for another long night of work and unwanted stress. You’re doing whatever it is you must do, and I’m here doing my thing. That’s the norm. Eventually, you mosey your way over to my corner of the world, where I sit and strike up a conversation. The “How are you’s” and “What you been up to’s” flow between us. It's the norm. 

         Then things take a turn, which I’ve been languidly avoiding.

         “How tall are you?” you ask.

         Oh boy. “5’1”,” I answer. I’m really 5-foot-half an inch, but he doesn’t need to know all that. 

         You look at me with disbelief and reject the answer I’ve just given you. “That means that you’re only ….” You gesture with your hand, indicating how tall I’d be compared to your tall stature. I nod and assure you that I am indeed short as fuck. I’ve been at this height since eighth grade. Fun size runs in my family. 

         You demand I stand up now.

         Oh, no. I know what this is. You don’t want to see how tall I am. You want to see my body. Men are so typical. I declined. I declined again. Then I decided to give in because you even fooled me into believing that you don’t believe me and need to see how short I am. So, I stood, and immediately, you rushed me.

         Whoa!

         I take a step back. You’ve burst my personal bubble, and I need to create another. I returned to my seat. Of course, you don’t see how uncomfortable you made me. Not one bit, and you continue to talk. Men. SMFH. 

         Then you just have to ask. “You know the real reason I wanted you to stand up, right?”

         Yes, I know. I was just hoping you’d keep your thoughts and your opinions of me to yourself. Yes, I know you find me attractive. Your eyes give you away each and every time. Please, don’t start this crap. I was enjoying the light, comical conversation. You’re ruining this for me. 

         “I’ve no idea.”

         “I wanted to get a better view of that wagon you draggin’.” 

Who the fuck says that to someone? To their actual face? So. Fucking. Typical. Men!

         The way you and so many other men flirt is not attractive, and it certainly doesn’t make me blush or turn me on. In fact, it makes me gag. After I explain this to you in the nicest way possible, you give the typical stupid man response and apologize for being flirtatious and not being able to help yourself. 

         Don’t even!

         I don’t give a fuck about the flirting. You’ve been doing that! I can easily ignore that and brush it off. I do care, however, about the way you are flirting. Tact and thoughtfulness are not part of your being or arsenal, clearly. This shit must have worked with some young or clueless chick in the past, but if you hadn’t noticed, I’m a woman, and as a woman, I need more than a compliment and a stupid, tactless flirty comment slung my way. 

         But you wouldn’t know anything about wooing a woman. It’s clear you fuck around on your wife with only god knows what kinds of women. Ha! You still wear that ring of yours, I see. And, as I’ve determined from our first encounter, this will stay here, in this corner, where it belongs. These conversations, these interactions, or whatever you’d like to call them, will never be more than that. Yep, and I know your type! As soon as you realize this, you’ll never talk to me again.

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Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

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I’ve totally been slipping when it comes to posting content. Work and stress have been weighing on me. Promise I’ll do better.

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The Carnal Locs Smith

Word Count: 384

Reading Time: ~1.5m

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              I can feel your eyes roaming over my body as we speak. Our delightful conversation does not mask this. Remember, I do have eyes. Luckily, you are paying attention and being as respectful a gentleman as you can be, so I let it slide. It’s all good. Just keep being nice.

         I’ll admit, this little chit-chat of ours is entertaining. Fortunately, it’s taking my mind off the stress of this assignment, and, unfortunately, it is distracting me from the assignment at hand. I let it slide, though. I could use a break, and seeing as I always have difficulty ripping myself away from a task, this is the perfect opportunity to take a breather. Thanks for that! 

         We’re both working into the wee hours of the night. Me ... I'm trying to study and write at the same time. You … doing whatever it is that you do here. Sorry! I should probably ask what you do for a living, clearly seeing that you are not a student or a professor here. But you know what? Maybe I can play along, too, just as you are.

         “How does your boyfriend feel about you staying this late?”

         Uh-huh! I see those wheels turning. Is she single or not single? I can see you asking yourself. Thus, masking the question out loud. Remember, I have a brain. I can read between the lines and you. I don’t care that you clearly have a wedding ring on your finger. Why, you never ask? Because it’ll never go beyond this. This thing, this interaction, this whatever you want to call it. 

         So, sorry, Mr. Locs Smith (locs because you have locs and Smith because I only remember your last name) to disappoint. I won’t have a drink with you or a smoke. I won’t have an affair with you and help you cheat on your spouse, and I certainly won’t go anywhere with you outside of this building on campus. Why, you never ask? Please remember! I do have eyes; I can see you checking me out and that ring on your finger. I do have a brain; I’m reading between the lines flowing from your lips as you try to spit game. I do not, however, have the time, so this will stay here where it belongs.

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Author's Note: This guy has been talking my head off recently, and I wanted to write about it. I've had many interactions with him since, which I will write about and post later. Men are really something else, aren't they? Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

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Decided to take this quiz for fun that was on @sayhoneysiren’s page, and of course I got Lilith. This is totally me.

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Brooklyn's Journey [4]

Summary: This story centers around a woman, Brooklyn, in her mid-20s who enjoys the company of others and lives her life as she sees fit. One day, she decides to explore her sexuality after having several not-so-satisfying experiences.

In this chapter, Brooklyn and Charity visit their dear friend Monique. They bond over food, drinks, and a very spicy video Monique is all too excited to share.

Word Count: 1,047

Reading Time: ~4m

Warning: NSFW. Cunnilingus. Dirty talk.

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Chapter 4: A Spicy Video

A couple years ago, Charity, Monique, and I exchanged keys to each other’s places in case of an emergency or, in this case, if we just needed a change of scenery. When Charity and I arrived at Monique’s house, we let ourselves in and found our dear friend stretched out on her couch, reading a book. We hadn’t seen her in a while. She was a sight for sore eyes.

            “Hey boo!” I screamed.

            “Ah, Brooklyn! Charity!” screamed Monique.

            We damn near tackled each other, trying to do a group hug. We greeted each other and complimented each other. My long, coily hair. Charity’s glowing skin. Monique’s lean body or radiant smile. Didn’t matter. We always found ways to compliment and lift each other up. After we got settled in, Monique offered us a round of shots, which we accepted, and she brought a pitcher of sangria into the living room, where we decided to chill and order takeout.

            “Mexican sounds good to me,” Monique said, smiling from ear to ear. “It would go well with our tequila shots and sangria.”

            We ordered a bunch of tacos, quesadillas, and a few taco salads to make us feel like we were eating healthily enough. Stuffing our faces and drinking our lives away, we caught up and made each other laugh.

            “I don’t know how the hell you live with Sharon,” Monique said. “She seems like … a lot. Too much for me anyway.”

            I shrugged, and Charity shook her head.

            “She is a lot. No doubt about that!” Charity said.

            Monique poured tequila into our empty shot glasses, saying, “What gets me is that she can hang out with whoever and fuck around with whoever, but you can’t – in her mind, at least, because I’m sure she didn’t ask beforehand if it was okay if ol’ boy could come over and break her back.”

            “Of course not!” said Charity. “And I don’t give a fuck. We're not together. She can hang out with anyone she wants or fuck anyone she wants. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”

            “Right,” I agreed as I reached for the shot glass Monique handed me. “She’s so weird about who you’re with and what you do with your free time. Like, I remember that one time she was complaining about you spending time with Jessica’s cousin.”

            “Yeah! I remember that, too,” said Monique, handing Charity a shot of tequila. “Whatever happened with him? Y’all still see each other?”

            Charity shook her head as she accepted her tequila shot. “Nope. Apparently, I’m not classy enough for him.”

            Monique and I made disapproving noises.

            “Girl, fuck him! There are plenty men out here for the picking.” Monique raised her glass. “To a plethora of dicks!”

            We all laughed and downed our shots.

            “Enough about me and speaking of dicks,” Charity said with a giggle, “what about you? You’re always going on dates.”

            I nodded. “Yeah, and fucking.”

            We laughed.

            “Well, you know, I’m seeing a couple dudes, but there’s this one … Derrick. Woo! Girl, he makes my toes curl. Got a bitch squirtin’ everywhere, too!”

            “Good for you!” said Charity.

            “Yes,” I nodded. “Good for you.” I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, considering my sex life wasn’t up to par nowadays. Still, my happiness for her outweighed the jealousy. “What’s he like? I need details, boo.”      

            Charity nodded in agreeance.

            Monique grinned. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and started going through her phone until she found what she was looking for. “Here it is! This was last night.”

            It was a video of her sexual escapade. It wasn’t anything new to Charity and me. Monique was very open and had shown us videos and pictures of lovers and sex scenes in the past. We were comfortable enough to take a look whenever she wanted to share anything with us, and she never asked to see anything of ours in return. She always made us comfortable in a way.

            In the video, Monique was lying on her bed with a pillow under her head, which she gripped with one hand while she held the phone in the other. She was biting her bottom lip and moaning loudly. She squirmed in place and pinched her beautiful, perky brown nipples between her fingers as she looked down toward her crotch. Then she switched from the front-facing camera to the rear camera to show a sexy man who was face-planted between her legs, eating her pussy. He lapped and sucked and kissed her second set of lips with so much pleasure. Then he wrapped his sexy, full lips around her clit and started sucking, which made Monique cry out. He looked up at the camera and smiled with a wink.

            “Mmmm!” said Monique. “Let me squirt in that pretty mouth of yours.”

            “As you wish,” he said in a baritone voice.

            He continued to suck on her pretty, plump clit and plunged two fingers inside of her, making the come-hither motion. He moaned loudly with pleasure, but not as loud as Monique. She started moaning and groaning, and her legs began shaking uncontrollably.

            “That’s right, baby. Cum for me.”

            Monique grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back onto her soaking pussy, and he continued to finger her and suck the life out of her. She moaned even louder and shook even more to the point he had to hold her legs down with his muscular arms. In a matter of seconds, her juices squirted onto his face and in his mouth. He tried to catch every drop of her essence as she came all over him. When Monique started coming down from her high, he placed a soft kiss on her bud and placed more kisses on each thigh.

            The video ended.

            “Wow,” said Charity.

            “Wow, indeed,” I said.

            Monique smiled. “Yeah. He has a big dick too. We were just getting started then.”

            As Monique proceeded to show us a follow-up video, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could find someone to make me squirt. I pulled out my phone as well and began going through my dating apps, searching for someone tonight.

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Author's Note: There was only slight smut in this one, but the next chapter will have more. Promise! Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

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Damn! He is wrecking me like a crazy! Geez! 🥵🤬🫦🥵😩😩💦💦💦

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Clearly, my blog is an 18+ blog, but wanted to reblog this post because I think @ja3hwa explanation is very good.

I don't think Minors completely understand how much power they hold on the internet.

It will only take you to say one thing to label us predator. Why do you think we are so scared to have you all hanging around our blogs?

We aren't blocking you guys cause we want to be to be mean or cause we are older, and it's funny. We aren't playing the part of older sibling bullying our younger one.

We are terrified you will damage us.

If you do not show your age or, worse, lie about your age, and we could freely talk about nfsw content around you. And Imagine being in our shoes. Not only would we feel like shit cause we have tainted you to a world you are not ready for. And if you were to cry wolf for some stupid reason...

We are the ones to face the repercussions.

IF YOU ARE A MINOR. GO FIND OTHER BLOGS THAT ARE MINORS. DO NOT FOLLOW ADULTS.

The number of minor blogs that write similar shit as us are out there. Find them. Hang with them. We can't stop you from reading/writing nsfw content, but we can shield you from our work.

Just leave us alone.

[Read These posts > Here / Here / Here < this is the perfect examples of minors interacting with adults going so fucking wrong]

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Brooklyn's Journey [3]

Summary: This story centers around a woman, Brooklyn, in her mid-20s who enjoys the company of others and lives her life as she sees fit. One day, she decides to explore her sexuality after having several not-so-satisfying experiences.

In this chapter, Brooklyn and Charity discuss their roommate and her not-so-great behavior.

Word Count: 1,040

Reading Time: ~4m

Warning: None

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Chapter 3: Clingy Much?

Charity took a deep breath before she began her story. “Well, as you know, Sarah was in town for a few days, so naturally, I wanted to spend time with her. It’s rare that I ever get to see her, you know.”

 I nodded.

“So, we made plans to go to that pub you like on 17th. I told her it was the Brooklyn hotspot,” she giggled. “Anywho, Sharon asked me the other day if I wanted to go bowling with her the same day I planned with Sarah. I told her I couldn’t because I already had plans to spend time with a very dear friend of mine. 

“When I tell you she was visibly upset ….” Charity shook her head. Without interrupting her and wanting to hear more, she continued, “Then she was like, ‘She can come too if she’d like.’ And I was like, 'No, we’ve already made plans to go out. We’re actually going to a pub.’ Then she said she’d tag along.”

“But you didn’t invite her,” I stated. 

“Right,” Charity answered.

“And she thought she could just invite herself and third wheel? So typical.”

Charity nodded. “I told her I just wanted it to be the two of us because it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, and I really wanted to bond with her and make the most of this visit. Brooklyn, she was so mad. Like, so upset.”

“Girl,” I began, “don’t pay her ass any mind. You just do you. I don’t know why she is always up your ass. Maybe she likes you.” I laughed.

“Honestly, I think she does. Why else would she act that way? It’s becoming too stressful and unmanageable at this point. Like, being around her is just taxing now, and I’ve noticed that I try to avoid her when I can.”

Oh, this was getting bad. At first, I thought Sharon and Charity were close. They always took walks and hung out together. Then, a couple weeks ago, Charity said something about Sharon always wanting to be in her space even when she needed alone time. She and I were the same regarding our alone time, so I understood how important it was to her. So, I knew Sharon was clingy and loved being around Charity all the time, but I did not realize the severity of it. I gave the universe a quick thanks that I did not have to go through this.

“Have you said anything to her? You know, sit her down and tell her that you need space?”

Charity exhaled. “I’ve tried, but she gets so defensive. I just try to ignore her. It’s the only thing I can think of since being an adult about this isn’t working.”

“I mean,” I started, “she’s definitely not the most mature person, so I figured she’d be upset when you mentioned it, but I thought she would at least respect your boundaries. Oh boy!”

We were silent for a moment as we continued to eat our breakfast. The faint sound of Sharon and her boyfriend of the week climaxing made its way to our ears. I looked out the window and saw the neighbor’s cat, Stinker, sitting on the porch looking at us. Then I noticed the sun shining brightly outside and the birds chirping. It was such a beautiful day.

“Do you work today?” I finally broke the silence.

“I don’t, actually!” Charity said cheerily.

An idea came to me. “Would you like to get away for the day? Maybe just chill out somewhere. You know, just a little escape from …” I trailed off as I looked toward the stairs.

Charity caught my drift and nodded.

“Cool! Maybe we could go to Monique’s and see what she’s up to,” I suggested.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe she is off. I could be wrong, but that’s the vibe I got from her post this morning,” Charity said. “I’ll text her.”

Charity:

Hey Monique! You workin' today????

Monique:

Naw gurl! I’m chillin' today. What you up to, boo?

Charity:

Brooklyn and I wanna get away from our crazy roommate for the day. We may want to see your face, too. Whadya say? 😉

Monique:

I’m down

Charity:

Cool! We’ll see you in 30. Your place.

Monique:

Bet

“Monique is off. I told her we’d be there in thirty minutes.”

“Fabulous!” I was excited to see our friend. “I’ll throw on something comfortable yet presenting, and then we can head out.”

“And I will put the dishes in the dishwasher and change as well,” Charity said. 

We had to make haste since it was only a matter of time before Sharon would notice we were gone. Usually, if her company spent the night, she’d like to get one more romp in before they left. I rushed, assuming it was their last romp before his departure. I put on my Maryland University sweatsuit, grabbed my pink mini-cat backpack and keys, and ran to the stairs. As I descended the stairs, I could hear Sharon’s bathroom door open and the sounds of kissing. 

I went to Charity's room and gave the door a quick knock before I walked in. I didn’t bother to wait for a response. We were friends, after all. 

“They just exited the bathroom,” I spoke into my wrist like a secret agent. “We maybe have ten minutes before the temp boo thang leaves. Then, the ambush. 10-4!”

Charity giggled at me as she tossed a shirt over her head and slung her arms through the sleeves. Then she spoke into her wrist. “Uh oh! My slow ass! I think I can make it, though. 10-4!”

“Copy that! Over and out!” I said.

“Over and out!” said Charity.

We laughed at each other as Charity searched her room for her bag and keys. 

“Alright! I’ve got everything. We taking my car or yours?” Charity asked.

“Let’s take mine,” I said. “I feel like I ever use it to go to work and back.”

Charity and I made haste to the back door, and as we closed the door behind us, we could hear footsteps descend the stairs. 

“Looks like we missed them by a hair,” I said with a grin.

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Author's Note: No smut this time around! Maybe next time. 😉 Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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