Some time ago, I visited a friend at her office after the work day, to discuss future projects. There was a bit of wine flowing, sauvion blanc I think. The shit is nasty, I’d rather drink merlot. But anyways, after discussing some things, listening to some music online, and after the cleaning lady finished, we decided that it would be best to fuck each other. Everytime I go to see her at her office, we always come to decide that.
This day was a different day because three hours prior I was with another chick, in her apartment, and she basically tried to take advantage of me. First chick had nice hair, and moved my hand from her side, and up to her hair to grab and pull it, she likes that shit. Fair enough, while she is bent over her sofa, all she was saying was; “oh yeah, pull that shit.” Being the gentleman I am, I oblige. And not for nothing, fucking with either of them further adds proof that some women arent shit, because they are both married. But I guess they know good dick when they see it.
So, after that is done with, I go my ass to Newark penn station, read the daily news, while in the bar drinking a glass of merlot. I’m an aristocrat and shit ya know? So, I am reading this, and hope struck me. Now, I am fucked up for this, but I really set this day out for another chick from Queens, who I have told repeatedly we were going out. But since I am a nigga I had to weigh the facts. I could either take this chick from queens out to eat, have a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek goodnight, or go to another chick’s office, drink wine, and bang the fuck out.
Ya’ll do the math on that.
Long story short. So the nyc chick is petite, and a real freak. Her Brooklyn accent is ridiculous, and a turn on, plus she from Jamaica, so she throws in some patwa when getting smashed. While I’m hitting it, I kept thinking that I must be a fucked up dude, because I literally just fucked someone she is cool with. Niggas will think of anything to keep from nutting before its time. But when I thought of the previous chick, the whole grabbing of the hair came back to me. And her little ass is on top of the same table where the fax machine is, and I am just a banging. She pressed up against the fax, and I am sure she dialed Pakistan or some shit, the phone got knocked off the hook, good shit.
But, I fucked up. I grabbed her hair, and pulled it. SHUTDOWN!!!!
Shut down my niggas. Soon as I heard that “uhn un” it was a wrap. She didn’t have a wrap, it was a wrap. Then instantly I thought of when we were on the carpet, and while her feet were dangling in the air, she had one hand on my back, and one on the top of her head. I don’t pay attention to shit like that. We were close to the doorway, I thought she was trying to protect herself from a concussion. I mean, I fuck to win. But the whole “uhn uh” and I was like “this chick be talking to my sister or some shit?” and so it begins;
“Nigga, you trying to pull my wig clear the fuck off!”
“Nah, I didn’t even know it was a wig.”
“Niggas need to be up on shit like that, my hubby knows!”
“Then why isn’t he here fucking you right now?”
“Uhn uh”
The story is 100% true. But the main question is, should niggas know the difference?
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