Daddy Long Stroke

“Oh, so what you sayin’; this dick didn’t have you shakin’ and cryin’ the last time I fucked you?”

She sucks her teeth. “I hate ya black ass, nigga. You are so full of yourself.”

I laugh. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…Keep it gee, baby. You ain’t gotta front wit’ me. It is what it is.” I hear the shower stop. Hear Vita swing back the shower curtain. “Look, I gotta bounce.”

“Whatever. Am I gonna see you, or what? Damn.”

I grin, knowin’ if I decide to slay her ghetto ass, again, I’ma shred her muthafuckin’ hole to pieces for bein’ such a fucked-up bitch. “Maybe, maybe not. I—”

“Nigga, kiss my ass then,” she snaps, cuttin’ me off. “I’m not gonna beg ya black ass. You got the game fucked up, if you think I’m that pressed for some dick.”

I bust out laughin’.

“What the fuck’s so funny?”

“Your trick-ass,” I say, still crackin’ the hell up. “You talkin’ like you a real dime; like you gotta line of niggas pressin’ you for some of that raggedy-ass pussy. Fuck outta here!”

“Nigga, please. Your black ass can think what you want. But know this: I was getting it in before you, and I’ll be getting it in after you. So having a muhfucka come through and serve me some dick will never be a problem.”

I continue laughin’. “Whatever, ho. We both know ya ass’ll be blowin’ my muthafuckin’ line up again, tryna get ya back split ’cause ya dizzy ass can’t get enough of this long, black dick.”

“Fuck you, nigga.”

“Nah, baby, fuck you!” I press End. What a pigeon, word up! I don’t know why these bitches gotta play themselves. If a muhfucka ain’t beat to fuck wit’ ya ass, then take ya retarded ass on. But, noooo, its thirsty-ass hoes like her that’ll start stalkin’ a muhfucka ’cause he done shut off her cum supply. I shake my head. Fuckin’ pathetic!

When Vita finally comes outta the bathroom, I go in. Take my shower, then get dressed. Thirty minutes later, we’re out ’n about. She takes me to this Italian spot, Brio Tuscan Grille, down in Buckhead. And I can’t front; the food was bangin’. Bein’ out wit’ Vita wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, yeah, there were a few chicks and a couple a cats who were kinda lookin’ at us sideways ’n shit—well, at least in my head they were. But I didn’t really give a fuck. Keepin’ shit real, she ain’t half-bad.

After we grub, she shows me around Atlanta. We drive down to Piedmont Park and walk around for a while. Then we check out the Coca-Cola spot, The Underground, and the Aquarium. I guess I fuck her head up when I tell her I wanna check out the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial site. This silly bitch didn’t think a nigga like me would be interested in history. And I guess I fuck her head up even more when I look at her ass like she’s crazy when she says she’s lived in Georgia all her muthafuckin’ life and has never been there. And when I hear she’s never traveled outta the South, I’m really amazed. How the fuck can anyone be okay wit’ not ever explorin’ the world? Wow…that’s all I could think.

Eight A.M., Saturday mornin’, Vita comes skippin’ up into the bedroom singin’, “Happy birthday to you, happeeeee birthdaaaay to you! Haaaaaaaaaaappeeeeeeee birthdaaaaaaaaaaay, Dear Alley Cat…Happeeeeeeeeeeeeee birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu…”

I stretch and yawn, then lean over the side of the bed so I can see her. “Thanks, baby.”

I get up and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbin’ the sleep outta my eyes and grabbin’ the plush rug wit’ my toes. “Why don’t you climb ya sexy-ass back up on the bed?” She grins, climbin’ back up in bed. “Let me go drain this snake, then I’ma take care of ya.”

I get up and take a leak, wash my hands, then come back into the room. She’s sittin’ up in the middle of the bed wit’ two king-size pillows propped up in back of her. She smiles. “What, why you smilin’?” I ask, gettin’ back in bed.

“I’m happy,” she says.

“’Bout what?”

“All this, you holding me, making love to me, spending time with me…” I need to check my phone for any messages, I think. And see ’bout gettin’ at that Stone Mountain beauty before I bounce. I bet she got some good pussy, too. “…I’ve never met anyone like you. Or had a man treat me the way you have.”

And ya ass never will. “Oh, word?” She nods. I reach over and lightly kiss her on the lips. “I just want you to know how special you are. That’s all, feel me?”

She blinks. Her eyes start gettin’ all watery ’n shit. Fuck, here we go wit’ this teary-eyed shit! A muhfucka like me has no patience for a cryin’-ass ho. “You really think I’m special?”

Yep, you’se an extra special ho. Meep, meep…the short, yellow bus kind. I keep myself from laughin’. “No doubt, baby,” I say, liftin’ her chin up and lookin’ her in the eyes. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you anything different, ya heard?”