HIS PICTURE ON THE DRESSER ONLY MADE THINGS CLEAR

                                               "Only made her face things clearer"


I knew what I was getting myself into, but I never imagined her situation interfering with our sexual relationship. I mean I WAS the first person she was ever in love with. How do I know? For this exact story that happen is how I know.

Who else to blame for why she moved on but me. One thing with me is if I play in the field I expect the worse to happen. Meaning, its a cold world, whatever you do can be done to you, whatever you try with her, somebody can do the same while you doing it with the next person while being with her. Let that marinate.        

She asked me to come stay for a couple days while he was gone. My first question to her is well, where would he be? Not that I cared at all, but first things first security is most important. We all know niggas will kill over pussy. Its the most sensitive part that can break a man. So I didn't want any parts if he would be
within 40 miles. She made it clear "You think I would put myself in that situation if he was around, just come".

6 Hours later on the greyhound, I arrive, she picks me up I probably haven't seen her in about a year. She pulls up, I get in the car we both smile hard very awkwardly due to missing each other. It was an awkward feeling due to the fact I knew this time me coming she wasn't 100% mine, it was more her pussy was like still 27% mine and her heart was 20% mine the rest of the 53% was his. She loved him, I know she did.

We arrived at her apartment, a dog runs up to me, small dog. Who's dog? Mine, isn't she cute? she said. I love animals I didn't mind her at all until she told me he got it for her randomly. I wanted to throw the dog out the window. Yeah, I know im petty. But I showed the dog love. As she walk to kitchen to get me a drink it was like I watched her in slow motion. I seen how her ass was still fat, and switched side to side in slow motion. I had a moment and realized how I wasn't here playing boyfriend. Although I know she feels more comfortable about what was going to happen if I play boyfriend and she play girlfriend but that wasn't the case. Your boyfriend is elsewhere thinking your home alone.

She grabbed my hand to walk me to the bedroom. I look around, it was a nice size bedroom then next to her bedside dresser I see a picture from a distance. I get closer and its a light skin girl and a brown skin guy, smiling as if it was the best time of their life that day. I acted as if I didn't see it but she knew I seen it. The fact that she didn't put the picture down or put it away just really made it clear that nobody what we do this is the person that's more important.

So I was tired from the long bus ride, I decided to take a shower. I yelled out to her "Are you coming in?" She didn't answer but she came to the bathroom with her towel. I move over as Im washing and she comes in. I stick my tongue down her throat as I grip her ass with both hands.


Immediately she starts rubbing my d*ck slowly.  Any woman that I ever had sex with more than twice usually knows how I like to be gently touched around my pelvis area. I start rubbing her chest, the kissing became very aggressive like something on a Emmanuelle episode from Cinemax. I get out the shower first and dry off and soak her bathroom rug up as usual. Its a habit every woman I ever showered at her house always complains about me wetting the rug up. She comes out and dries herself then start to put lotion on her body. I immediately stop her in the mist of that and push her to the bed, kissing from the neck to the chest to her stomach and to her lips. Whenever we had sex usually she's up 1 after those types of kisses to the lips.  I roll over on my back to receive oral sex like it was any other time.

Now in my mind I was curious to see if her head got better I mean she has been with dude for a couple of years now and its been about a year and change since I've had it. Now, the flip side of it is when she was with me she was good enough. Not the type to give you head for no reason but more just to get you up. Ya know?  She applied her mouth on the tip and was aggressive off the top. This was new! She actually was more confident. Not bad at all, I was impressed.

I got on top of her and spread her legs and looked into her eyes. It was more personal than anything, I had to remind her who pussy it was and she knew what I was trying to do. The strokes became deep as once the full length maxed out by each penetrate she inhaled as if it hurt. Maybe I was going deeper than what she was use to. I flip her over and begin to witness the fat ass that was once mine clap as the penetration became faster. I grab her hair as if I was trying to hurt her because at this point I see his picture to the left of me. At this point it became an ego thing and I had something to prove. The penetration became 1st day out of prison strokes as if walls were trying to be tore down. Screams of her was rare but she did, it became more intimate for her. I get back on top of her and put her legs behind her ears and the sound of applause became louder. I put my left hand around her neck and squeezed. "You miss this D*^k?" "YESSS" She screamed.  I slap her lightly with my right hand "You sure!?" "YESSS" In the moment I remember I never finished on her face. I came in her mouth but never on her face and this was normal for me, but with her she probably would make it awkward like she did before due to her being corny sometime. But I had enough. I take my left hand from off her neck, and took about 8 more stokes in 3 seconds, and climbed up to her face and released on her lips and cheek. Thinking she would move from it, like she did in the past. She put her mouth on it and started sucking as I glanced at the picture to the left of me.

It was still mines.