“can’t leave you alone for 30 seconds” - Ma’
Okay so, you so can’t leave me alone, the condomreps just had their first pub night and shit it was great. It was a GREAT NIGHT… and damn, me thinks I’m trouble. I think I found a new toy and damn he is one pretty shade of chocolate with muscle lines that could cut glass. K the following is one story cus tons of shit happened including a seriously funny cookie story but its too long to share here.
Okay so my little ***smiles*** problem began when POTS (head coach) bought me a drink, hotcoach heard me order a pink Alize & 7. admired my order while most of the white folk at the table asked what that was. I informed it was a fruit cognac. He responded with “get a bottle of the red, go home to your girl and call me the next morning” with a wink. He’s giving me a cheeky smile all night. Ps. I was wearing the short little jean skirt with some serious stilettos. Anyways lets say he was up on the skirt. Matter of fact so was the head coach after a few crown and gingers, “if duchess keeps wearing them damn short skirts we’re gonna have a problem”. To which I responded “I can handle myself just fine”
Anyways At this point I have been given 3 Alize & 7s. To which I retaliated with 3 rocky mountain bear fuckers. HOTCOACH pulled this, woman I will make you pay for this, kinda look. We stayed at the starter bar till about 12:30 and then we went to the serious bar.
Okay so we hit this joint… I’m toying with DD about the babymama and every time I look over my shoulder hotcoach is checking me out like looking with no excuse, explanation, just want… . so later I’m sitting on a bar stool talking to HOOTY and he comes up to me with a straight red Alize on the rocks puts in my hand.. “Coach, you trying to get something”… “hold this for me…” I laugh and decide to just hold it… as he went back to talk to POTS. I had it melting on my thigh. And he’s watching it from 3 feet away… eventually he walks back and “you’re still holding it” “yes, that’s what you told me to do. And I follow instructions Very well”… “Well, it’s yours; please drink it, but VERY GOOD to know [with a smirk that was making me want to jump him]” … I let him be for a while as he watched me drink it… then I countered with a blow job… the SHOT, not… u know… I walked over there with it; he’s now sitting on a bar stool [u know the way only a black man can] so I actually step into him with the shot… “what is that?” “ a blow job” he puts his head down, smiles, and then lifts his head, breaths out “Damn, [pauses, smiles] that’s not the version I was expecting” … “I know” … takes the shot from me, “you gonna help me” “your on your own, this time” …
Okay so not to share one to many details… but, to use his and every black man’s favourite phrase, DAMN.
And I’mma let it be at that…
But seriously I want more, way way more…
Duchess
Okay so my little ***smiles*** problem began when POTS (head coach) bought me a drink, hotcoach heard me order a pink Alize & 7. admired my order while most of the white folk at the table asked what that was. I informed it was a fruit cognac. He responded with “get a bottle of the red, go home to your girl and call me the next morning” with a wink. He’s giving me a cheeky smile all night. Ps. I was wearing the short little jean skirt with some serious stilettos. Anyways lets say he was up on the skirt. Matter of fact so was the head coach after a few crown and gingers, “if duchess keeps wearing them damn short skirts we’re gonna have a problem”. To which I responded “I can handle myself just fine”
Anyways At this point I have been given 3 Alize & 7s. To which I retaliated with 3 rocky mountain bear fuckers. HOTCOACH pulled this, woman I will make you pay for this, kinda look. We stayed at the starter bar till about 12:30 and then we went to the serious bar.
Okay so we hit this joint… I’m toying with DD about the babymama and every time I look over my shoulder hotcoach is checking me out like looking with no excuse, explanation, just want… . so later I’m sitting on a bar stool talking to HOOTY and he comes up to me with a straight red Alize on the rocks puts in my hand.. “Coach, you trying to get something”… “hold this for me…” I laugh and decide to just hold it… as he went back to talk to POTS. I had it melting on my thigh. And he’s watching it from 3 feet away… eventually he walks back and “you’re still holding it” “yes, that’s what you told me to do. And I follow instructions Very well”… “Well, it’s yours; please drink it, but VERY GOOD to know [with a smirk that was making me want to jump him]” … I let him be for a while as he watched me drink it… then I countered with a blow job… the SHOT, not… u know… I walked over there with it; he’s now sitting on a bar stool [u know the way only a black man can] so I actually step into him with the shot… “what is that?” “ a blow job” he puts his head down, smiles, and then lifts his head, breaths out “Damn, [pauses, smiles] that’s not the version I was expecting” … “I know” … takes the shot from me, “you gonna help me” “your on your own, this time” …
Okay so not to share one to many details… but, to use his and every black man’s favourite phrase, DAMN.
And I’mma let it be at that…
But seriously I want more, way way more…
Duchess