worried a little afterwards.

well how does one begin to explain what you may consider a 'fuck up'?

like this:
the tip of my tongue was stabbing her clit as though it has broken into my mouth to steal my tonsils.
i mean, this shit was violent. her body jerking with every tongue thrust, head adjustment, and tickle my my middle finger.
i prefer the middle finge because it's the longest.

just five minutes prior to this act of...um...romance, my head was on her shoulder while she explained her reasons for thinking darrius and nina should have never gotten back together.
i didn't give a shit about neither of them.
after a few sighs, laughs and squeezes of the titties, i unbuttoned her skinny jeans with my lips and teeth.
i created a heated sensation on the already moist panties. right where the pussy was waiting for me.

in a blur of motion, the panties lay on my floor next to my new air force ones with the argyle shoosh. custom made.
i made eye connection with the pink abyss and went in for the kill.

i digress.

while my head was on her shoulder she asked 'what do you get out of eating my pussy?'

without a breath, hesitation or even a blink i answered 'the hardest dick you've ever seen.'

'oh.'

back to me stabbing:

i was right. my dick was throbbing.
the under-vein made it kinda resemble my arm, minus the elbow.
if i were her, and seen my dick, i'd go crazy.

side note: i'm probably the only man who loves his dick like this. i can go on for hours describing the beauty of it.

my teeth bit down softly on the growing clitoris and my lips had fully taken in hers.
she was gone.
somewhere between me attempting to swallow her uterus and her delivering a sermon on her back with her face in the pillow, she had released the sweetest lip-licking nectar.

and immediately after that my dick went numb, but still erect as though it were preparing to break through iron.

'i...want...you...in me now!'

white lights, shoulder shaking and toe curling is what followed.

my down stroke was to a non existent beat.

her spot and my spot somehow became the same spot, as we both yelled 'right there' at the same time.
i was afraid to move from 'right there,' so i didn't.

cross-eyed and stuck-faced, we both yelled for whatever god appeared in the room at that moment.
and she cried, her nails in my back making me want to say 'i love you forever,' but settling for 'i'm done.'

i managed to snap a photo while she bent over to put on her panties.

looking at myself in the bathroom mirror i remembered the condom i had brought through. ribbed for her pleasure. and mine.

it's cool. this was going to happen eventually.
i searched her medicine cabinet for birth control bottles, pills, pill residue.

nothing.

so last night i worried a little afterwards.

finally met him.

it wasn't the same ol' run to the neighborhood grocery store.

this time was different. this time i was buying all fruit, thanks to a few helpful hints on the internet and in a few cosmo magazines letting me know how to taste just a little bit sweeter. not that the juices that flow from within aren't already sweet. just wanna be able to offer a full meal to this who choose to bypass the real dessert. feel me?

i had on a pair of college sweatpants, a wifebeater so the tattoo i like the most would show and my favorite pair of timberland boots. i wasn't dressed to impress nobody except the not-so-attractive cashier who swipes the card for me when i'm unable to provide mine. truth is, i don't have one.

at some point, between picking up the 5 cans of sliced, diced, and mashed pineapples, something caught my attention. not really something, but someone.

the heart begins to beat extra fast, or really slow. you never can tell in these moments. the eyelids get a little lower than usual and the breathing stops all together at this point, and you just feel empty. like everything you've done up to this point was for nothing.

in his basket was everything i hoped we'd be eating tonight.
fuck the fruit i was about to buy.

i made a few rounds through the aisles waiting until i saw that butter pecan tan man with the bald head and eyes of god wander to a line so I could get behind him and say a few 'hallelujahs' in my head.

'you can get in front of me if that's all you're going to buy' he said with a smile.

so after the pool and when the shower water stopped, i let him step out first to repay the favor.

last night i finally met him.

imagined her.

and not to sound cliched or anything of the sort, but her pussy has powers.
i've never daydreamed of fields of green shit and white flowers before until fucking her on her living room floor at 3:12am with the TV all the way up. we figured we'd rather wake the neighbors with infomercials than with calls to a god that existed somewhere between the ceiling and the coffee table.

i digress.

because it wasn't her pussy on this day that had swallowed 'mr. russell the one-eyed wonder muscle.' it was the jaws on...the strange white 'lady' whom i had just met some 44 minutes prior that took up space around my midsection. her one hand, invisible under the folds of flesh pressed against the blankets and her other hand appearing tiny, gripping my lil' buddy as her suctioned and unsuctioned jaws slid up and down in a twisting motion.

now don't get me wrong.
i'm no fool and that did feel good as a motherfucker.
but...something wasn't right about this.

this was like a bad book, i guess.
the beginning sucked me in.
then as i went on and on and on i realized that a climax wasn't close.

right before all hope was given up on, the brown woman that once delivered god to me appeared in the corner of the room by the window looking into the back yard. it wasn't her face so much that caught my attention.
it was the beautiful, delicious, watery eye staring at me from between her legs.

...and splash!

the jaws of the white 'lady' was pleased as i lifted myself from the comforter and found my shorts and sneakers.

so last night i...imagined her.