“That bitches name was Nikki ménage, and I mean that bitch lived up to her name, ya hear me? Fucked and sucked me and my man off. She was going at it.” The man smiles shaking his head at the memory. He has a joint in hand and lets it burn for a moment as he continues his story. “I nutted like three times and the bitch still wanted to go. I mean its two dudes and she was still feining for the dick. But listen though. She told me that me and my man gave her more pain than the time she fucked four niggas at the same time, ya hear me. Two niggas brought her more pain that four. He chuckled as he tapped me on the shoulder as if to help me feel the impact of his words.
He was visibly proud of himself. “four niggas, man.” He shook his head again in disbelief. “We worked that pussy out. I had to stop though.” His smile started to fad. “Bitch nutted me three times, gotta save some for the other bitches.” He again shook his head, this time sadly. As if shamed at what he admits. Shamed somehow by his own natural human limitations. “I faked a Charlie horse.” He shrugged as he finally took a drag from the joint.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.