From the Streets to the Sheets (2008)
From the Streets to the Sheets
“. . you know . . . fucked?” Dushawn asked softly, licking his fingers until they glistened in the last orange and lavender rays of the sun. Before I knew it, he had my jeans unzipped. “If you ain’t, you need to holla cuz I got a big, long, thick-ass dick, and if you ain’t used to dealin’ with that I’m gonna have to break you in easy.”
It took every brain cell in my skull to help me nod my head yes.
I said, “Uuuh . . . yeah.”
I almost said no, cuz on a scale of one to ten, what I had really experienced was a fuckin’ zero. The guy I was with had been a straight fuckin’ zero. Zero skills, zero dick, and zero holdin’ power. The one time I gave it to him that fool had pulled outta me like a little bitch and squirted cum all over his mama’s fake-fur seat covers. The worst part was how long he had sweated me, and how much his ass had bragged on his skillz. I coulda done better with my own two hands. I really shoulda told Dushawn no. I’d said yeah just to keep it real.
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