Daddy Long Stroke

Vagina? Penises? Ejaculate? What the fuck?!? I take two more pulls. Allow the weed smoke to fill my lungs. This bitch gonna haveta come better than this. A nigga like me ain’t beat for all that proper shit. She’s gonna haveta bring it wit’ lil’ more raunch and wit’ a lil’ more filth than this bullshit, if she wanna get this dick hard. I blow out smoke and continue typin’.

DaddyLongStroke: Dig, what’s up wit’ all the proper talk? Loosen up, baby. Give it to me raw! Give it to me nasty, baby! Tell me how u wanna get that pussy rocked. How u wanna have a bunch of muhfuckas nut all over u. I need it uncut, ma, feel me?

DrSweetPussy: lol, I think I do. I’m just not accustomed to talking like that

DaddyLongStroke: Well, do u at least think it?

DrSweetPussy: Sometimes

DaddyLongStroke: Then let ya’self go. U can be free wit’ me, baby. Unleash the freak in u

DrSweetPussy: Letting go is kinda new to me. I’ve been with the same man for over twenty years

DaddyLongStroke: Sorry to hear that

DrSweetPussy: lol, don’t be. It hasn’t been that bad

DaddyLongStroke: Okay, if you say so. Yo, dig, baby. I ain’t beat for all this IM shit. U need to hit me up on the phone so we can talk. 973-555-0011. I wanna hear that sexy voice of yours.

DrSweetpussy: And who should I ask for?

DaddyLongStroke: Daddy Long Stroke. Thought u knew.

I close out the IM screen before she can respond back and shut off my laptop, pickin’ up my cell and callin’ Akina. She answers on the fourth ring, soundin’ all outta breath ’n shit. “Hey, stranger.”

“What’s poppin’, baby? Why you all outta breath?”

“I was working out,” she says, soundin’ like she has an attitude.

“Oh, word. For a minute I thought you was somewhere gettin’ ya fuck on.”

She sucks her teeth. “Yeah, right. The only fucking going on is with these fingers ’cause you too busy avoiding a bitch for anything else to happen.”

I laugh. “Oh, what, you upset?”

“Nigga, puhleeze, you wish. I’m horny as hell, and want some dick.”

I laugh. Although she’s always sayin’ she’s gettin’ it in wit’ other muhfuckas, if she is, I know they ain’t puttin’ in no real work. ’Cause if they were she wouldn’t be pressed ’bout me standin’ her ass up. But, no matter who else she’s fuckin’, Akina’s the type of dick-hungry chick that’ll keep my dick stuck up in her if I’d let her. “Oh, you want me to run this dick up in you?”

“What you think, nigga? I haven’t seen you since you got back from Atlanta. Do you know how long ago that was?”

“Yeah, it’s been a minute.”

“Exaaactly. And then you straight played me last week when you had me up in here with a wet pussy waitin’ for ya black ass to come through to serve me. Then ya ass never returned my fuckin’ calls.”

I hold back a laugh. “Yo, ma, on some real shit, I’m sorry ’bout that. The night I was ’posed to come through I ended up goin’ to the gym. And by the time I got home, a nigga was beat. I took a hot shower, smoked a blunt, then knocked the hell out.”

“Mmm-hmm, if you say so.”

“Why you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe me or some shit.”

“Humph. I know how you niggas do, especially your nasty ass.”

Here this horny bitch goes. She’s tight ’cause a nigga ain’t banged her pussy up in a minute. And now her ass goin’ through wit’drawals ’n shit. “Yo, go ’head wit’ that dumb shit. You know my situation. A nigga’s been busy. Since I got back, shit’s been real hectic.”

“Hmmm, you are so full of shit. Too hectic for you to at least pick up the phone and hit a bitch up? Hell, text or something. You sure you were in Atlanta with your grandmother and not some other bitch?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” she snaps.

“Yo, hol’ up,” I say, gettin’ defensive, “since when you start tryna check for a muhfucka?”

“I’m not checkin’ for you. I’m askin’ you a question.”

“Well, why’d you ask me some shit like that?”

“’Cause I know you better than you think, Alley Cat.” I sigh. “You sneaky as hell. And I’m hopin’ you didn’t have me foot the bill for you to be runnin’ ya dick up in some other bitch. ’Cause if you did I’ma be pissed the fuck off.”

“Yo, hol’ the fuck up. I can’t believe you comin’ at me wit’ that bullshit. What the fuck I gotta be sneaky about? You ain’t my muthafuckin’ girl ’n shit.”

“That’s already been established, nigga,” she says, suckin’ her teeth. “So you don’t have to keep sayin’ the shit. Nigga, you do you. But don’t play me, either. You get pussy and throat anytime you want it; just keep shit real with me. Were you in Atlanta fucking some other bitch on my dime?”

“What kinda muhfucka would lie ’bout some shit like that?”

“A muthafucka who doesn’t give a fuck about no one else but himself would. So answer the question. Were you out there fuckin’ some bitch at my expense?”

I get silent. I’m thinkin’, this bitch is muthafuckin’ crazy tryna check for me.

“Oh, why you getting all quiet ’n shit on a bitch? You got something on ya mind?”

“Nah, yo. But you know what; it’s all good. I’ma get ya money to you next week.”