Lonely and bored searching for love and thrills in all the wrong places.
I rushed home seemingly with ease beating the dreaded rush hour traffic. Eight hours of weighing and labeling boxes my hands bore less paper cuts than usual. I couldn't have sipped my happy behind out of the UPS distribution center fast enough. What's the urgency you want to know? Well if you must know I had several simultaneous dates awaiting me in cyber world. What can I say I'm a woman of the 21st century. This what we liberated women call safe dating. A chance to screen a potential date from the safety confines of my home. Besides I don't have to worry about spending extra money on new outfits that a working sister like me just don't have. Gas too high to be running all over the city on multiple dates in one evening. I'm an internet junkie. I'm addicted to the net and cybering.
Soon as I walk through the door of my apartment I set my keys and knock-off Hermes bag on the coffee table. In my bedroom I kick off my tight faded low rise jeans while my Mac-Pro laptop boots up. Thank lord for modern technology I'm instantly logged on to the net and my choice website. My sweaty thong behind sticks to the pleather seat as I adjust and get comfortable. I will be here for while. Luckily for me I don't have kids that DSS can snatch away from me for neglect due to being lost in cyber world. I log onto Adultfriendfinder I have 51 new friends request and 124 new messages. Dang I'm popular I tell myself. Oh hell naw!
Click. I delete the first two guys these geezers were old enough to be my daddy and ugly as hell on top of that. I'm a freak but goodness gracious I do have my standards. Sometimes I forget about all the creeps and perv's online. I'm scrolling halfway down the list accepting new friends when an IM dialog box pops up. My kitty throbs I've been waiting for his arrival.
Quickly I click accept. ~ Thrillseeker: Hey luv! Miss me? ~ Thickmilkshake: I'm not busy just checking my email. ~
You know I couldn't reveal last night chat session and cybering had me open all day. I practically ran home to my laptop.
~ Thrillseeker: How was your day at work? You didn't oversleep did you? I thought about you all day.
~Thickmilkshake: I was fine. Actually I slept really well. LOL. Did you ever get your cam to work?
~ Thrillseeker: NO I don't know what's wrong with that stupid thing. I might have to go buy a new one. I hope you're getting back on cam tonight.
~ Thickmilkshake: I just got off work and I look a hot mess. Besides I'm not decent.(wink)
~ Thrillseeker: I'm sure you're looking sexy as ever. Its what's on the inside that counts the most. Oh really! What you got on over there?
If he could only see the dusty oversize tee shirt I wore to work and I'm sure my kitty been sweating all day isn't the freshest right now. He wouldn't find that sexy at all. Then again that's what I love about the net.
~ Thickmilkshake: An old t-shirt and thongs brb. Bathroom break my bladder bout to burst.
I threw leftovers in the microwave, grabbed a bottle of aquafina out the fridge moseyed back to my bedroom. Armed with refreshments I can sit here on my behind til the wee morning hours, chatting. When I come back I have two new IM?s waiting on me. Click. I ignore the first. I don't chat with uninvited users or unknown users. What the hell he wants? I ask to no one between clenched teeth. This cheating dog got a lot of nerves sending me an IM.
~ Thickmilkshake: I'm back. Momentarily I ignore Doyourbodygood.
~ Thrillseeker: I was starting to get restless beautiful.
That little small compliment had me blushing. This man knew what to say and when to say it. Last night he said all the right things to get the kitty to purr. Normally don't even think about asking me to cam unless you have a cam too. His conversation flowed smoothly and he sent me several recent pics. Handsome Ohmigod! Yes the man was a chocolate god. The last pic he sent me, in my favorite chair no panties on. I damn near slipped out that pleather chair I was so wet.
~ Doyourbodygood: you goin to ignore me like that?
~ Thickmilkshake: what do you want Justin?
~ Doyourbodygood: you baby with your sexy ass.
~ Thickmilkshake: whateva. You think you gonna get some pussy. Not! Go play with your wife and leave me alone.
He'd been doing my body damn good for about a solid month. Yet having a wife the fool forgot to mention. I guess it slipped his mind. One sunny afternoon in what I assumed was his apartment. The feminine decorations should have gave it way, no single man place has no business with pastel colors. My back pressed mid-way up the wall as he held me up. My muscle toned legs wrapped around his standing torso. About to ride that big O. The door suddenly slams open, in waltz a mildly attractive mid twenties woman. Deranged written all over her face wielding a butcher knife.
I hope she knows who to go after with that meat clever. "Oh shit, shit Mike." I beat my fist into his chest. Unbeknownst to this fool I'm not coming but trying to avoid becoming the black version of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman. He catches a glimpse of the woman just before the knife impales his back.
Legs wrapped around his waist, arms wound tight around his neck. I hold on for dear life. It must be a case of identity fraud because butcher knife wielding woman is yelling out someone by the name of Justin. My Mandingo name is Mike not Justin so it has to be some kind of mistake. Mike is running around the small apartment with my 128lbs frame clung to him. Ironically the running is causing me to bounce up and down on Mike's steel pole. I squeal in delight as he goes deeper.
"Justin I swear you have cheated on me for the last time. Ima cut your dick up in little small pieces. See what bitch will want your no good broke ass then". She yelled, wildly swinging the knife barely missing us. My body tensed. The dangerous excitement mixed along with his 15" body pleaser in me hitting spots recently discovered. I rode that big O all the way out like a surfer catching that big wave. "Oh yes! Yes! Mike" I screamed in blissful pleasure.
"His name Justin stop calling his sorry ass Mike. Get it right trick."
" I'm cumin, hell yea o yea." Mike's body jerked several times filling the Magnum XL. The wife stopped screaming long enough to cast a long stare of disgust at both of us.
"Yall nasty buzzards. I'm kill you Justin." She shook her head, taking aim launched the knife at us.
Not only did he lie about his martial status. Come to find out his real name was Justin not Mike that he told me. The trendy apartment belonged to a mutual friend of theirs. Credit for not taking me to him and his wife's home. No I have no talk for this no good lying cheater no matter how good the wood is.
~Thrillseeker: What are your plans for the rest of the evening?
~Thickmilkshake: I have no plans. Check my emails. Get ready for work tomorrow. Why?
~Thrillseeker: No reason I'm trying to get to know the inside of a beautiful woman. What makes you tick. ~
We chatted sharing stories about our lives getting to know each other better. He decided it was best that we take it slow. He wasn't in a hurry to lay with me or pressure me to meet face to face. Me I was anxious to meet this sexy man and do the do. All this talk of waiting and being intimate with my mind crap was cool. But hell everyone knows AFF is all about the hookup.
If I wanted marriage I'll log on to Eharmony. I hope this guy not on the DL. You know a lot of that goes on in Hotlanta. Or worst what if this is a repeat of Justin and he's married? Around 11pm I had to call it a night. Last night had a sister worn out. I told my lover I'll meet him same bat time tomorrow. I cleaned up my mess, jumped in the shower.
Later laying in bed I found it hard to dismiss the images of his manhood and handsome face. Restless when I knew I really should take myself to bed 5:30 am comes early. Against my better judgment I logged back in. IM's from Doyourbodygood and Makeyouholla greets me. What is Justin doing cyber stalking me now?
~ Doyourbodygood: can I come over?
~Thickmilkshake: hell no! what part of leave me alone don't you understand?
~Makeyouholla: u up?
~Thickmilkshake: hey you. How are you?
I swear this fool just don't get it. What I have to do tattoo it on his forehead?
~Thickmilkshake: My profile says single seeking single, sane and drama free. Not married with crazy Jason wives.
~Doyourbodygood: oh you got jokes huh? You have to work tomorrow what you still doing up? Get on cam to cam with me.
Lord knows that would do wonders and put me straight to sleep. Justin would never smell or see these goodies ever again. No matter how good the sex is.
~Thickmilkshake: Ummm no! Go harass somebody else. Where your wife she wants to see your wrinkle dick.
~Makeyouholla: I'm good what about you? What you up to?
~Thickmilkshake: can't sleep
~Makeyouholla: really? Need me to come put you to sleep?
~Thickmilkshake: LOL I'm good why you up?
This guy couldn't make me holla unless he bit me. He was cool and all but he needed a clue. He wasn't a super lover.
~Thrillseeker: what you doing up? Looking for me?
~Thickmilkshake: can't sleep. You? Want to put me to sleep?
~Thrillseeker: Sure get on cam.
Disappointed I hope he would at least attempt to come over. Enough already with the perfect gentlemen routine. I pushed the thick down comforter back Body Works scents assailed the room. Cam on all my goodies on display in all its glory. Still wasn't enough to solicit a can I come over from him.
We had great cyber sex. If this was a prelude of what's to come. I could see myself in serious trouble. One last look at his profile, I was satisfied. Yes! Those thick coochie eating lips is what a girl needed. "Calm down girl." I patted my kitty. Tomorrow after work we would finally meet.
At work my mind wandered, my shift couldn't be over fast enough. Thoughts of Tony and that magic tongue he spoke so eloquently of. Don't hate. A sister single, no children, attractive with a high libido. If a girl wants to get her groove on now and then what's the big deal? I should stay sexual frustrated to appease the masses? I don't think so! I left work ten minutes early.
Getting stuck in the rush hour traffic wasn't on the agenda today. I scanned the pic he sent me one final time. Oh whew a girl could use something so beautiful as that right now. After the Justin/Mike fiasco a sister been going through a dry spell. Can anybody say Sahara! Tonight the drought was going to end and the monsoons will begin.
Freshly showered body slathered with Body Works. I slipped my sexy black come-fuck me dress over my 5'5" 128lbs 36-24-38 frame. Big booty on my small petite frame made me seem thicker than I was. Most were shocked at my petite ness in person but in love with the Deelishis butt. Hair pressed and curled, pink Mac lipgloss. I set out seeking my Thrill. You get that?
With butterflies twirling in my stomach. I drove with nervous anticipation until I reached Midtown. I sat at the bar fighting advances from every horny dude that thought his game was tight enough to holla at me. Ten minutes later I felt a light tap on my shoulder that electrified my body. Opening the flood gates wide open.
"Tonya, Thickmilkshake is that you?"
"Ohmigod! Be cool T" I tell myself. Brushing the front of my dress down inserting a certs in my mouth. Seductively with a devilish grin I slowly turn to meet Mr. Thrillseeker.
I choke nearly swallowing the certs. My voice tiny "You're Thrillseeker?ummm,Tony?" He stood there grinning like a chest cat. I think to myself "Oh hell naw more like a lipo seeker.
" 6'2" yea he was, light brown skin. Check it that's where the truth ended. He was every bit 300lbs. Fat bastard! What was he going to do with my little ass!? Eat me? I mean really literally. 26, no this fool was more like 46 twice my 23 years. Ten inches, yea right my ass Could he even find it under those two spare tires? Oh well no love lost. I finished my drink and left Humpty Dumpy calling after me. I'll go home check Suavefreak1 profile see what he's all about.
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|Reviewed by J Howard
|I am really feeling old seeing this is rated PG13-well, i will move over and make room for a younger crowd. keep writing-it is always good for the soul!|