A story that will help you realize that men aren't the only ones who can be dogs.
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Jeremiah Blackwood is a young, dark and very eligible bachelor who is trying to defy the odds of the stereotypical black man in the dirty south and overcome the small-town mentality that constantly threatens his success. Through hard work and determination, he honed his craft as a writer and began making his mark in the community when he met a caramel complexioned girl who could make Buffy the Body look like Miss Celie in The Color Purple. She seemed so innocent the first time they met. Her beautiful brown eyes beckoned him into her lonely soul. Her smile was enticing, yet friendly. He knew she was the woman of his dreams. Much to his surprise, he found that not only was she far from perfect, but soon realized that she was involved in some things bigger than he could wrap his small mind around. Find out what happens when a man gets caught up in a tangled web of lust, lies, and unadulterated drama
We just laid there in the bed. I was holding her, and she was resting her head on my chest the way she always did after we made love. Tonight was no different. We were quiet. I think we wore each other out. Sex with Shirley was always good, but I didn’t want to get into it too much because I didn’t want to get sprung. I’ll be damned if I had a girl make me go crazy over some pussy.
We must have been quiet for about fifteen minutes. I was dozing off, but I didn’t want her to spend the night. She was here almost every night this week, and I didn’t want to see her too much. I was about to sit up so I could hint to her somehow that I wanted her to leave. Then, she started kissing my chest. Damn, her kisses felt good. I couldn’t stop her, so I just let her continue what she was doing.
After a few minutes of her kissing on and arousing me, she stopped and laid her head on my chest. She took a deep breath. It seemed like she had something on her mind.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned.
She said, “I’m fine, baby.” She was silent for a minute. Then, she spoke up. “Jay, do you love me?”
I coughed because my spit went down the wrong pipe. “Do I what?”
“Do you love me?”
What was wrong with her, I thought. What the hell was she sipping on tonight?
“Uh, Shirley, why are you asking me that?” I asked nervously.
“I want to know,” she answered. “Do you: yes or no?”
Now, I was silent.
“Oh, I see,” she said. “You want to hit it, but that’s it. Never thought about how this shit would affect a girl.”
“Whoa, whoa,” I said. “Shirley, how could I love you? We have only known each other for a few weeks.”
“Because I love you,” she said, “but that’s okay. You just wanted the pussy and that was it.”
“Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you tonight.” I sat up. “But you are trippin’. I’m gonna be downstairs.”
“Well, I’m going home,” she said.
“Well, shit, go home then,” I told her.
I got up and put my robe on. I went downstairs into my office. I didn’t have time for this bullshit, and I damn sure didn’t have to hear it. I jumped on my computer and got on the internet to check my email. I had just logged on when Shirley walked into my office.
I hated when anyone came into my office without permission because it was my own private sanctuary. I had my computer and all of my books, and it was the one place where I could be at ease with myself and my work.
She was in a towel and came over to me, and sat down on the desk directly in front of me.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put it on you like that.”
“It’s cool,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact.
She said, “No, it’s not. I was rushing into things. I see you don’t feel for me they way I feel for you, but it’s okay because I know you are not ready.”
The truth was I didn’t know how I felt about this girl. We weren’t together, which confused the hell out of me. I didn’t want to put my heart into someone who I didn’t was going to be around for long.
“You’re right,” I said. “I’m not ready for all of this.”
I kept typing on the keyboard when she suddenly jumped into my lap.
“What are you doing, Shirley?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” she told me. She pulled my dick out of my robe and started massaging it.
“Stop,” I warned her. I didn’t want to be turned on. I was still mad.
“Or what?” she asked. She started sucking on my neck as she continued to stroke my manhood.
I couldn’t really speak. All I could think about was the sensation going through my body. It didn’t take long before I just couldn’t take it anymore. I picked her up and put her on top of my other desk. I snatched her towel off and exposed her sexy chocolate body.
“I thought you was mad at me,” she said.
“I am,” I told her. “I am pissed off as hell right now.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
“Don’t even worry about it.” I said to her.
I started stroking her pussy with my fingers to get her hot and bothered. She flinched and wiggled with every stroke.
“Are you trying to tease me?”
I didn’t answer her. I just kept stroking her until she climaxed. I guess she thought it was over because she sat up as though she was about to leave. I just pushed her back down.
“Now what?” she asked me. She knew what was next.
I dropped my robe and pushed her legs up to her head. I grabbed my dick and pushed it hard into her pussy.
“AHH!!” she screamed in pain and pleasure.
I’m usually gentle with her, but this time I was mad and I wanted her to feel how mad I was. Every stroke was harder and faster. I tried to break my dick off in her. I went in so deep that I was hitting the bottom. She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Give it to me!” she demanded. “Give me that big dick!”
Inside I just laughed. I could tell she was in pain, but she loved it. I really didn’t care at this point, anyway. She never should have turned me on when she knew how mad I was. Now, she was going to pay.
After I was done, we went back upstairs and went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Her question was still on my mind. Something about it really bothered me. I suddenly realized that I was in a lot deeper with this girl than I wanted to be.