Heya! I need some feedback on this story and to see how people like it. I have already written the other chapters, but I need feedback anyway. This is a silly, erotic story of mine that I've had in my head for years and I am looking to publish. So enjoy!
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Chapter 1 Rolling around in my bed at night, restless. Don't know why I wasn't able to stay asleep. It's dark, quiet, three-o-clock on the dime. My dark brown curls were all over the place, my throat was burning, and I smelled like dick, but it wasn't familiar dick. Go figure. What the hell was going on? I roll over slowly and come face to face with this nigga I invited over last night. Then I remembered. I winced because his fuckin breath was killin me, like damn. Smelled like alcohol and trash. modelos de escolta Madrid I rubbed my eyes and shook him awake. Didn't even remember dude's name. Did I drink hard last night again? “Aye, wasup, baby. What's wrong?”
I flopped back on my Egyptian cotton pillow and sighed. “I feel like shit. What did...what happened last night?” Ole dude sat up on one elbow and grabbed me slowly. Forgot I was naked under the covers and shit. Of course, his ass was naked too. “You forgot the good time we had, girl? We drank till like midnight...then we was watching porn together, and somehow, we ended up in yo bed, fuckin everywhere. Yo pussy was banging, Jenni.” He leaned in to kiss me. It's not like me to turn down more dick, but I really was not feeling him right now. He had already broken one rule of mine... never EVER watch porn when we're about to fuck. Like, I don't want you lookin at no other bitch but me. I must have been real drunk on something to not kick his ass about that. Everyone knew my rules. Men knew to be wise and not break them. This nigga apparently didn't get the memo. “Nigga, don't you know that I'on like watching porn with nobody? You know I'on do that shit...” I jumped out of bed and snapped a lamp on. I felt dizzy and almost fell over. Grabbed the nightstand for support and almost knocked a cup of water over my iPhone 6. Damn.
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That would have been unfortunate... He looked confused. The tattoos on his arms glistened in the light. “Oh, yeah... my bad, shawty. I forgot how you roll. Most other girls love that...” He ran his hands over his dark chocolate face. He was so fine; I remembered why I even let him near me in the first place. His chest was bulging and so was his dick. I raised an eyebrow. I felt a headache coming on. “Well, you need to remember that next time... about me. Oh, wait, there won't be a next time. Get yo ass out.” “Whoa whoa, wait, what? You gone throw me out now? What did I do?” I grabbed my pink leopard print robe from my couch, put it on, and stumbled over to my glass bedroom door. I knew I had to burp, but I held it down. I flung my long curls over my shoulder and opened the door. “Get yo shit, and get out.” I wondered if my slurring was turning him on. Dude got up slowly and fumbled around for his clothes. “You for real, though? What-what you throwin me out for? Thought you was having a good time last night.” I shrugged without a care. “Hell, I probably was. But because you turned on some fuckin porn, I don't remember a damn thing about what yo dick even felt like.
You was probably focusing on some other bitch in the video... like you really need porn when you have all this. I'on care. Just...just get out.” He shook his head as he scrambled to get his boxers on. He was scared, just like every other nigga who encountered me and pissed me off. They know I don't play. Fuck with me and you'll be hanging from a cliff for dear life while I peel your fuckin nails off. “Jenny, I didn't remember about that! How da fuck do you expect me to remember about that when this- this is my first time with you? Damn... so what we did last night don't mean nothin to you?” “How can-how can it mean something to me if I don't goddamn remember most of it?! GET the fuck OUT!” I felt my face fuming with anger. I didn't care if I woke someone else in the house up, even though it was a huge fuckin house. Someone could be getting murdered and not one soul across the damn mansion would even know, or even be able to find the dead body, for that matter. Seriously. That shit almost happened once. I was used to this middle of the night sex drama, and so was everyone else who lived here. I didn't give a fuck. Dick was replaceable; time was not. So I gave him time to get his clothes on and shit, and he grabbed two half empty liquor bottles. He stumbled past me slowly. “Aiight, den. Sure you don't want some more of this, though?” He whipped out his fat dick again while hovering over me seductively. My pussy wanted to cry. Literally. I was still horny, still so fuckin horny as always. I looked him up and down again. His long, brown dick looked like a juicy piece of sausage that really needed to be licked on, munched on, swallowed up. He looked so hot with his shirt hanging open. Did I really want to throw him out now? I bit my lip. Where did I meet him, again? Oh, yeah... my parent's nightclub.
Go figure. I closed my eyes and reached for it. It got hard almost instantly. I started to remember how good he tamed me last night, when we guzzled down almost two bottles of Hennessy. My head was spinnin so hard then; we had laughed and rolled around like fuckin imbeciles and overdosed on snacks and copied whatever was going on on my flat screen. I felt myself falling... falling hard as usual. “You know you can't throw me out like that, babe. It's late and you need somebody to cuddle with, right?” He kissed my face and my neck... opened my robe and made his way down to my nipples. My ultimate weakness. I stepped away from the door and closed it. I let out a deep sigh, melted my lips into his, tasting the liquor on his tongue. So much for his bad breath. It felt so mother fuckin good. I couldn't deny him... why did I always try? Shit...
I can't say no to a man who knew how to use his dick right. “Alright, babe. Forget it. Come here. You know I was just playin witchu...I be so hormonal sometimes, I'on know why...” I slurred and twirled towards my king sized bed and fell onto it. Then I remembered his name. His name was King, and he sure was a king at tamin my pussy and spanking my ass in the middle of it. He peeled his clothes off and climbed on top of me. His juicy toned legs intertwined with mine. He kissed me so softly. Grabbed my nipple in his lips and tugged at it. “It's all good, ma. You can't deny this shit, right?” I moaned. “Naw, can't deny it, baby. Fuck me... fuck me up good...” I grabbed him by his sexy waist and kissed his nipples, his gorgeous brown chest, everywhere. I was hooked. Any time I say no to a nigga but let him back two minutes later, he must have done something right. So as we fucked the rest of the night away, I wondered... I wondered who my boyfriend was fucking at that very moment. ~~~
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Chapter 1 Rolling around in my bed at night, restless. Don't know why I wasn't able to stay asleep. It's dark, quiet, three-o-clock on the dime. My dark brown curls were all over the place, my throat was burning, and I smelled like dick, but it wasn't familiar dick. Go figure. What the hell was going on? I roll over slowly and come face to face with this nigga I invited over last night. Then I remembered. I winced because his fuckin breath was killin me, like damn. Smelled like alcohol and trash. modelos de escolta Madrid I rubbed my eyes and shook him awake. Didn't even remember dude's name. Did I drink hard last night again? “Aye, wasup, baby. What's wrong?”
I flopped back on my Egyptian cotton pillow and sighed. “I feel like shit. What did...what happened last night?” Ole dude sat up on one elbow and grabbed me slowly. Forgot I was naked under the covers and shit. Of course, his ass was naked too. “You forgot the good time we had, girl? We drank till like midnight...then we was watching porn together, and somehow, we ended up in yo bed, fuckin everywhere. Yo pussy was banging, Jenni.” He leaned in to kiss me. It's not like me to turn down more dick, but I really was not feeling him right now. He had already broken one rule of mine... never EVER watch porn when we're about to fuck. Like, I don't want you lookin at no other bitch but me. I must have been real drunk on something to not kick his ass about that. Everyone knew my rules. Men knew to be wise and not break them. This nigga apparently didn't get the memo. “Nigga, don't you know that I'on like watching porn with nobody? You know I'on do that shit...” I jumped out of bed and snapped a lamp on. I felt dizzy and almost fell over. Grabbed the nightstand for support and almost knocked a cup of water over my iPhone 6. Damn.
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That would have been unfortunate... He looked confused. The tattoos on his arms glistened in the light. “Oh, yeah... my bad, shawty. I forgot how you roll. Most other girls love that...” He ran his hands over his dark chocolate face. He was so fine; I remembered why I even let him near me in the first place. His chest was bulging and so was his dick. I raised an eyebrow. I felt a headache coming on. “Well, you need to remember that next time... about me. Oh, wait, there won't be a next time. Get yo ass out.” “Whoa whoa, wait, what? You gone throw me out now? What did I do?” I grabbed my pink leopard print robe from my couch, put it on, and stumbled over to my glass bedroom door. I knew I had to burp, but I held it down. I flung my long curls over my shoulder and opened the door. “Get yo shit, and get out.” I wondered if my slurring was turning him on. Dude got up slowly and fumbled around for his clothes. “You for real, though? What-what you throwin me out for? Thought you was having a good time last night.” I shrugged without a care. “Hell, I probably was. But because you turned on some fuckin porn, I don't remember a damn thing about what yo dick even felt like.
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You was probably focusing on some other bitch in the video... like you really need porn when you have all this. I'on care. Just...just get out.” He shook his head as he scrambled to get his boxers on. He was scared, just like every other nigga who encountered me and pissed me off. They know I don't play. Fuck with me and you'll be hanging from a cliff for dear life while I peel your fuckin nails off. “Jenny, I didn't remember about that! How da fuck do you expect me to remember about that when this- this is my first time with you? Damn... so what we did last night don't mean nothin to you?” “How can-how can it mean something to me if I don't goddamn remember most of it?! GET the fuck OUT!” I felt my face fuming with anger. I didn't care if I woke someone else in the house up, even though it was a huge fuckin house. Someone could be getting murdered and not one soul across the damn mansion would even know, or even be able to find the dead body, for that matter. Seriously. That shit almost happened once. I was used to this middle of the night sex drama, and so was everyone else who lived here. I didn't give a fuck. Dick was replaceable; time was not. So I gave him time to get his clothes on and shit, and he grabbed two half empty liquor bottles. He stumbled past me slowly. “Aiight, den. Sure you don't want some more of this, though?” He whipped out his fat dick again while hovering over me seductively. My pussy wanted to cry. Literally. I was still horny, still so fuckin horny as always. I looked him up and down again. His long, brown dick looked like a juicy piece of sausage that really needed to be licked on, munched on, swallowed up. He looked so hot with his shirt hanging open. Did I really want to throw him out now? I bit my lip. Where did I meet him, again? Oh, yeah... my parent's nightclub.
Go figure. I closed my eyes and reached for it. It got hard almost instantly. I started to remember how good he tamed me last night, when we guzzled down almost two bottles of Hennessy. My head was spinnin so hard then; we had laughed and rolled around like fuckin imbeciles and overdosed on snacks and copied whatever was going on on my flat screen. I felt myself falling... falling hard as usual. “You know you can't throw me out like that, babe. It's late and you need somebody to cuddle with, right?” He kissed my face and my neck... opened my robe and made his way down to my nipples. My ultimate weakness. I stepped away from the door and closed it. I let out a deep sigh, melted my lips into his, tasting the liquor on his tongue. So much for his bad breath. It felt so mother fuckin good. I couldn't deny him... why did I always try? Shit...
I can't say no to a man who knew how to use his dick right. “Alright, babe. Forget it. Come here. You know I was just playin witchu...I be so hormonal sometimes, I'on know why...” I slurred and twirled towards my king sized bed and fell onto it. Then I remembered his name. His name was King, and he sure was a king at tamin my pussy and spanking my ass in the middle of it. He peeled his clothes off and climbed on top of me. His juicy toned legs intertwined with mine. He kissed me so softly. Grabbed my nipple in his lips and tugged at it. “It's all good, ma. You can't deny this shit, right?” I moaned. “Naw, can't deny it, baby. Fuck me... fuck me up good...” I grabbed him by his sexy waist and kissed his nipples, his gorgeous brown chest, everywhere. I was hooked. Any time I say no to a nigga but let him back two minutes later, he must have done something right. So as we fucked the rest of the night away, I wondered... I wondered who my boyfriend was fucking at that very moment. ~~~
