He fucked me, and hecanfuck. There’s a difference. Because not everyone has that skill. He was a Haitian dick thrower. At one point, he put a pillow underneath my stomach and told me to arch my back. Then he grabbed my arm and put it behind my back and fucked me until I came. Then he put me in another position and fucked me so good that I was almost hanging upside down and he was still fucking me.
He kept talking to me in Creole. I didn’t understand a word he said, but every time he whispered something in my ear, I got wetter.
“Mwen renmen kaka sa a, Cherie. Bouboun sa a modi twò bon. Ou pral fè m fou nèt. Vin dechaje sou gwo kòk mwen.” (This pussy is so good, Cherie. You’re going to make me crazy, cum on my dick.) He begged.
His mouth was pressed against my ear as he nibbled on the lobe of it. I came hard, and so did he, filling up the condom inside of me. He dug his nails into my skin as I clenched my walls around him as he came. Then I groaned as he rolled to the side of me, his eyes low with lust. After a few beats, I heard him get up and go into the bathroom.
I used all my energy to roll to the side of the bed. I went into the bathroom to freshen up after he did. When I came out, I started to get dressed.
“Where you going, Cherie?” He asked.
“My driver is still downstairs waiting for me,” I said.
He came to me, gripped my waist, and then kissed my forehead.
“I want to see you again.” He made it clear.
“Call me.” I smiled.
He nodded, and then I grabbed my things and walked out the door. In the hallway, I saw I had a million missed calls from Big A. I had completely forgotten to let him know that I wouldn’t be right out. I knew I needed to apologize to him.
I walked through the lobby and called him when I neared the front to let him know to come get me. I could hear in his tone how agitated he was by me, and this time, I couldn’t blame him. When he pulled up to the front of the hotel, he got out and opened the door. I was going to apologize to him once we were inside the truck, but instead of letting me get in, he grabbed my arm. It was just after midnight, and I’d been missing for the better part of three hours. I could feel the steam coming from him.
He called me by my first name instead of “Boss Lady.”
“I know, I know. I am so sorry.” I apologized. I know his heart must have dropped when the event cleared up and I was nowhere to be found. “I had completely forgotten to let you know I was going to be a while.”
“I’m not mad about what you do in your spare time. So, this not about that. I shut down this whole hotel for you until your location could ping. Don’t ever do that shit again. Aight?” He barked.
“I said I’m sorry.” I scoffed as I got into the back seat of the truck with an attitude for being scolded. But still, I know I was as wrong as two left feet, so I didn’t give him any pushback.
He pulled away from the curb with a little more animosity than normal.
I've pissed off my work husband.I chuckled at the thought out loud, making him cut his eyes at me with a nasty stare. I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him, so I just occupied myself with my phone until we made it to my house.
He didn’t even say goodnight, but I didn’t expect him to. When I made it upstairs and faced the mirror, I knew A was lighter on me than he should have been. Because I looked exactly like what I had gone through in that room with Zoe while he was panicking and trying to find me. My hair was a complete mess, I had a passion mark on my chest, an eyelash was missing, and I smelled like Creed. I made a mental note to give him a gift as an olive branch. Thinking of Zoe made me go to my text messages and block him again. When he fucked me upside down, I knew exactly why that woman was trailing him over the streets of Chicago, and I didn’t need that negativity in my life.
Anyhow, I’m going to bathe and call it a night.
Sak Passe,
The Heaux
June 3, 2022
Idon’t know what happened to me last night, but I think I might be entitled to compensation.
I’ve been having some very original experiences with these last few men, and if I had known that all it would take was a factory reset to get to the other side, I probably would have done it sooner.
My day was a product of something that had been weeks in the making.
Two weeks ago, I pulled up to a charity benefit at a massive ranch. It was hosted by one of the richest families in Chicago. Almost every inch of the land was packed either with games for the children, vendors selling ice cream and popcorn, or people just standing around and conversing. Three different news stations were parked at the entrance, all hoping to cover the inaugural event.
I took a deep breath and prepared for what I knew was about to be a full day of overstimulation. And unfortunately, once again, my position required me to be here. As we pulled through the gate, I took off the shades that I was wearing and tucked them into my bag. I was thankful that the theme required western attire, so I didn’t have to wear pumps while walking through dirt and stepping over hay.
My attire was a short-sleeved button-down, denim pants held up by a brown belt with a buckle just about as big as me, and cowboy boots with a matching hat.
“Madame, I’m so glad you made it.” The event coordinator, Maria, said as she walked up to me with extended arms and a bright smile.
