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| Pitysex; I'm doing you so good that I'm doing you DEAD wrong | |
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| Sins&Sunshine | Jul 12 2010, 02:18 AM Post #1 |
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Pity was the hard part, the sex came easy. You found so many ways to tempt me, to please me. But somewhere I think you misunderstood my intentions dear. Baby, I don’t do relationships. But you didn’t hear me well that night; my whisper captivated your ear. And I let you know that this was real, I was nothing to fear. Someone once told me I live life like a man. Sex conquered a large portion of my own appetite. But you don’t understand. So I will give you this sex, from the depth of this pity. Ooh so strong. No mistakes, these actions are not wrong. Attachments cannot happen, or buds will be nipped. Boy, don’t fall in love. Baby, I don’t do relationships. PITYsex ![]() 001. The innocence “Devil in a tight dress girl you a killer. And aint nobody realer; And aint nobody realer” [Drake -Fancy] I shuffled through the songs on my Ipod, furiously attempting to locate a song that rightfully matched my mood. The slow jams just weren’t doing the job that night, and I’d rather have been bopping my head to something with a solid beat, instead of swaying back and forth to a slow mellow tune. If I had a choice on having a perfect Saturday evening, this would not have been it. There I was, in my apartment by myself, I had dusted all of the furniture, and cleaned my two bedroom efficiency from top to bottom. The dishes had been done, the bathroom smelled of pine scented cleaning products , and my bed was made. So immediately I wondered why nine o’ clock had approached and I hadn’t found anything to get into that night. A sigh escaped my lips as I packed up my cleaning materials, and figured that I would make a stop at the liquor store before it closed. The small store was located directly down the street from my apartment. A quick stroll landed me at its doors. I entered, having no clue of what I had a taste for. The Mascoto proved to be the most appealing out of the endless bottles that sat before me. I grabbed one, in no hurry to exit the store. I sauntered over to the register, and laid my eyes on a friend of mine. His name was Ahmad. Ahmad stood at six feet and three inches tall. I admired his height, along with his dark chocolate complexion. His build was superb, thanks to an astonishing college football career. Ahmad now coached for a peewee league at a local elementary school. He was a very loveable person. Too bad I couldn’t love. I playfully poked him through his white tee shirt. He flinched before turning his around and greeting me. There he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. “What you doing here chump?” He joked. I chuckled and waited for him to complete his transaction. I put my own bottle on the counter. “A girl can’t have a drink?” I replied. He flashed a handsome smile at me, and winked his hazel eye. “Who you drinking with?” His tone shifted from friendly to solemn. I never appreciated his ability to change moods like a chameleon. One minute he was content, the next he turned despondent. “No one. Unless you wish to join me.” He smirked. “Oh Of Course Mira.” I paid for my bottle and proceeded out the door. Naturally he followed, joining me in New York City’s brisk autumn air. Soon we we’re in my apartment, and my hopes were high for retrieving what I wanted from him. He lounged in my bark brown leather recliner, and I sat across from him on my matching love seat, pouring each of us a decent amount of our beverages. “So how have you been?” I asked. I haven’t had a decent conversation with Ahmad since last summer. I’ve seen him from time to time, around. But never in an intimate setting. He shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. Just been working hard. Can’t complain tho. What you been up to?” I sipped out of my wine glass, already bored with the small talk. “Same. Working.” Ahmad nodded. “You still working at the Rec?” He asked. I taught an aerobics class to senior citizens four times a week at the recreation center uptown. Nothing ideal, but it paid my rent. “Yea.” The room grew quiet for a moment. He stared at me as I eyed him as well. I couldn’t deny that just looking at him got me hot and bothered. I arose from my chair to walk to his. I took a seat in his lap. “Did you miss me Ahmad?” I straddled him with my legs and slowly pecked his face. He took a deep breath out of frustration. “Are you serious Mira?” By then I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I grinded my lower body against his and continued planting kisses to his neck. He grabbed a hold of my waist and tried to pry me off. He succeeded. “What the fuck Ahmad!” I cursed at him, only out of vexation. He stood up. “It’s always about sex with you Mira!” He ranted; grabbing his belongings. “Well I’m sorry Ahmad. Forgive me for wanting you.” Sarcasm was laced through my voice. “Mira. Really you are too beautiful to be throwing yourself at men. This is what I’ve been telling you since day one. You never get it.” Ahmad walked over to me and tried talking to me face to face. I smacked him across the face. “Whatever Ahmad.” He sucked his teeth and headed towards the door. “You know what. That’s your fucking problem. You talk but you never listen. I can never get a chance with you” Tears began to sting my brown eyes. “Fuck you Ahmad. You think I owe you something. Well I don’t owe you shit!” He reached the door, and by then the tears were streaming down my cheeks. “As far as I’m concerned Mira, unless you can bring Ava back, you owe me your fucking life!” He departed, and slammed the door in my face. The forceful blow knocked his wine glass off the table, shattering it. Instead of cleaning it up, I returned to my bedroom alone, and cried myself to a slumber. Ahmad could never understand the trouble behind my addiction. I don’t think he ever will. ![]() Edited by Sins&Sunshine, Jul 12 2010, 07:07 PM.
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| Sins&Sunshine | Jul 12 2010, 06:55 PM Post #2 |
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PITYsex Kevin ![]() The water splashed onto my tongue and chilled my lips as I took a sip from the water fountain. The liquid dripped down my chin as I drank wildly, solely trying to quench my thirst. I felt a slight tap on my shoulder before hearing Anthony’s loud southern drawl. “Man, hurry up.” He whined. I released the lever and nudged him; letting him take his turn. I wiped my brow with my towel. “You just mad you’ve been loosing these games every week brah.” I teased. Anthony sucked his teeth. “Man whatever.” He laughed. We continued to the courts. I grabbed a basketball and began dribbling it while Anthony recruited random people for our next game. That’s the thing about this neighborhood. It seemed like everyone knew each other. I had only been living here for a few months; as a freshman in college. Anthony was my roommate. He bounced to an fro from New York and Atlanta (hence the accent). He was cool, and he made me comfortable right away. Anthony had grabbed two guys from another court and asked them to join us. He knew both of them. “So we bout to get this two on two going.” He said. One of the guys peaced me up. “Any friendly wages brah?” He asked. I laughed. “Yea, If you don’t mind losing your money.” I replied. Anthony cut in. “Told you Ahmad, my nigga don’t play” He spoke to the tall dark skinned guy. Ahmad caught the attention of his friend. “You hear this cheap talk Dave? Lets get this easy money real quick.” We assembled for a quick 20 point game. Mira ![]() At work all I could think about were last nights events. It was embarrassing how sex sometimes brought out the worst in my actions. Ahmad had been taking my bullshit for five years now. Between phone calls from strange men in the middle of the night, and the peculiarity of my ways that caused him great suspicion, I’m surprised that he would ever want anything to do with me again. And then, I mean of course there was Ava. My shift was complete, and I was in dire need of a hot shower. I gathered up my belongings and exited right along with my cycling class. I walked past the gymnasium, only to see Ahmad and his best friend Dave deep in a game of basketball with two slightly younger men. All of their shirts were off, and their bodies were glazed with perspiration. One might think I was crazy for wanting to lick the sweat off of Ahmad. I wanted to taste him; and of course vice versa. The younger boys I had never seen before. They were both of a light skin tone, one was taller and more handsome than the other. The tall one actually made eye contact with me, and fumbled the ball out of his hands. Ahmad rebounded the ball, and successfully threw it into the hoop. Suddenly all eyes were on me as I stood there like a dear in headlights. Ahmad glanced over at the tall boy, and gave him a chest pass without his recognition. “What you looking at brah. Finish the damn game.” He refocused on the game already in progress. I came out of the daze and continued to the locker room showers. Ahmad will always have that jealousy in him. I can’t stand his macho attitude sometimes. I mean I know he was used to me being with other men, but why the jealousy? I never claimed you, I never defined us. It was what it was. SEX Edited by Sins&Sunshine, Jul 12 2010, 07:02 PM.
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| Sins&Sunshine | Jul 13 2010, 03:59 AM Post #3 |
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Kevin ![]() I got back to the dorm rooms before Anthony did. I took that precious time to call my girlfriend Kayla. She lived in New Jersey, where I am originally from. I missed her, but it was hard not seeing her. Remaining faithful to her was not a problem, but being away was. I listened to the sound of her soft voice for an hour before we each hung up our phones. Soon after, Anthony disturbed the peace when he arrived to the dorm. He plopped on the messy twin cot across from mine. “What you sleep for? It’s only 9:30.” He asked. I shook my head. “I ain’t sleep nigga. Damn. I’m just laying down.” I said in-between a yawn. He sucked his teeth, “Yo man whateva!” He shuffled through his clothes basket in an attempt to find some article of clothing. “You probably daydreaming about that chick you was drooling over at the court today.” I rolled over. “Who? Ole girl standing in the doorway? Oh nah. She was cute but I didn’t look twice.” I replied. Anthony let out a belly laugh. “Yeah, Yeah. Just know Ahmad was about to fuck you up if you had looked at her any longer.” I looked at him, becoming more interested. “What you mean? That’s his girl? Cause it sure didn’t seem that way.” Anthony found a pair of socks and tossed them in his gym bag. “I don’t even know. I used to see them together all the time. He don’t talk about her much anymore though. But why do you care?” He tossed a pair of rolled socks at me. I chucked them back. “I don’t.” I went to sleep that night wishing I could be holding Kayla in my arms. My eyes grew heavy, and slowly I drifted off to sleep. Ahmad ![]() *** I shook slightly upon entering her. Her walls hugged me perfectly, and I found it easy to slide against her wet, swollen walls. She dug her nails into the skin in my back, possibly reopening wounds that she had caused during our previous endeavors. I caught her leg with my grasp and placed it abruptly onto my shoulder; shifting my position from deep…to deeper. She yelped in pleasure and I continued to stroke at the same pace. I bowed over her body, and buried my face into the flesh of her neck. I felt her shiver, and I whispered into her ear. “I love you Mira.” I heard no answer, and I arose to look her in the eyes. They were closed tightly, and her eyelids jittered rapidly. She bit her lower lips, and remained deeply concentrated. I tried again. “ Ahh.. Mira, I love you” I moaned out loud this time. Her breathing grew ragged, and her pursed lips opened. “Ooh shit!” She screamed; gyrating her body a bit faster, hurrying her own pace. For sake of prolonging both of our orgasms, I pinned her down slightly, forcing her to move at my speed. I then dug into her sharply and sternly, making her lose her breath. “You don’t love me ..Mira?” My words were short and staggered. She held onto the pillow underneath her head; she began squeezing it, and I knew she was approaching climax. “Yess!! I love you Jason!!”. Her body shook, and she came. I didn’t want to believe that I had heard her, but I did. My temper hadn’t allowed me to ignore it. “Jason? Who the fuck is Jason?” BEEP BEEP BEEP My alarm sounded, thankfully waking me up from that nightmare. Ever since that day she had called me another name in bed, I frequently had that reoccurring dream about that night. If anything, these dreams were a major part of me not being able to forget about Mira. Every time I dreamt about moments like these, the mixed emotions came back, forcing me to think about my situation. Mira had me fucked up in the head, no doubt about it. That is how I knew Mira was special, because If another female had done half the things she had done to me, I would’ve left a long time ago. |
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| Sins&Sunshine | Jul 20 2010, 02:24 PM Post #4 |
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Mira ![]() I got dressed that morning with intentions on seeing Ahmad that day at work. I wore a pair of black track shorts and a purple tank top. My bra lifted my breasts perfectly, and my hair was in a neat ponytail. My objectives were clouded by my own mixed feelings. I told myself over and over that I did not need Ahmad. Ahmad was my go to guy for pleasure, but then that never made sense because I could’ve gotten that from any guy I wanted; so why obsess over him? I couldn’t answer that question. But I knew I still wanted him. Ahmad and I had met right after high school. A friend had introduced us. We maintained a good friendly relationship, until I realized that I was sexually attracted to him. So we began having sex, and it was amazing. But I feel like lines were crossed when he mistook the sex for love. I had love for Ahmad, but I did not love him. And then Ahmad began to bore me. Sometimes he didn’t want to have sex at all. He wanted to do things like catching a movie, or introducing me to his family. It annoyed me so much that I went out to look for sex again. That simple sex that I love. You know, that sex with no strings attached. When that person calls, you already know what they want, and you want it too. And then Ahmad got suspicious. He had been staying with me for a year. He started wondering why I would make late night trips to the store; and why I was just acting different in general. When I started saying other names in bed, then he knew. But still, he stayed. Well until the Ava thing. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, in hopes to have Ahmad seduced by the end of the day. I wanted to be his weekend freak, I wanted him to be mine. Kevin ![]() After my last class I decided to go shoot some hoops at the Rec. Surprisingly it was pretty empty, and I found myself just shooting baskets while an older man jogged around the gym’s perimeter. It was a rainy Friday evening, and now I had wished that I would’ve just went back to the campus in the first place. Now I had to walk back in the rain, thankfully it wasn’t too far. I dribbled the ball a few times before deciding it was time to go. I started out the doors and was greeted by a familiar face. It was the girl from yesterday. She was moist with sweat, and a little flustered, we had came close to bumping heads. She paused and put her hand over her heart. “I’m sorry. I was just in a hurry.” She smiled. I nodded my head. “Nah, its cool. No problem.” She backed up to let me out of the door. I trotted slowly down the hall and just peered through the exit doors. Rain poured out of the dark clouds. I sighed, hesitating ; not wanting to make this trip at all. Suddenly I heard the girl from before. She was jogging towards me in that long hallway. “Excuse me?” She said. I turned around. “Yea? What’s up?” I replied. She came to me, slightly out of breath, and smiled again. “Sorry, I just wanted to catch you before you left. Have you seen Ahmad?” She asked. I had to think for a second before I remembered who Ahmad was. But I hadn’t seen him at all today. I shook my head. “Nah. Not today.” She slumped and pouted slightly. Her mannerisms were cute and I wondered how old she was. In my mind I guessed nineteen, but I wasn’t sure. “Oh. Well thanks. Drive safely.” She replied. I chuckled at the thought of me owning a car. “Shit, that is if I was driving.” She caught onto my humor and folded her arms across her chest. “Well where do you live? Are you waiting for a ride?” I mocked her and folded my own arms. “No. I live on campus a few blocks away at Berkeley.” She giggled. “Well I could give you a ride, if you’d like.” It was weird. At that exact moment it was like a fire was lit behind her eyes. She traced my body with her stare from top to bottom. I shrugged. “Well I don’t get into cars with strangers.” I joked. “My name’s Kevin.” Hell yeah I was accepting that ride. I gave her my hand to shake. “Mira.” With that, she led the way to her car. Mira ![]() I hadn’t gotten a good enough look at him on the prior day, but I wish I would’ve. All recollection of Ahmad escaped my thoughts when I saw Kevin up close. Shit, I hadn’t even known his name before I undressed him with my eyes. He was gorgeous. I knew he was a bit younger than me. I figured that since I was only 24 he had to have been 19 at least. We arrived at my car, both now soak and wet. My windows of my small red Nissan fogged up as soon as we got in the car because of the precipitation. I put on my defoggers and waited a while. I glanced over at Kevin. He peered at his fingertips, fiddling with his nails. “So how old are you anyway Kevin?” I asked. He refocused his gaze on me. The moon was the only light that supported our conversation, and It was hard to see any facial expressions he had made. “I’m nineteen.” He answered, and then paused, “If you don’t mine me asking, how old are you?” I giggled slightly. A man never feels the need to know how old a female is unless he is interested in her. Believe me that question is too risky to be asking frivolously. “I’m twenty-one” I lied. I didn’t want my real age to affect anything. He flashed me a smile. “So you work here?” I nodded my head yes. He chuckled slightly. I knew could tell that I made him nervous. “Yup Kevin. So I’ll be seeing you a lot. We could be good friends you know.” Kevin glanced at me from the corner of his big brown eyes. He smirked. I could feel Kevin warming up to me. I think I found my weekend freak. Kevin ![]() Mira was beautiful. I traced her body over and over again with my eyes. Her skin was flawless and her hair was jet black. If I had a type, she was definitely it. But I could sense something about Mira that was off. She was a bit mischievous, and a little relentless. Her questions poured out like water, and I hope I wasn’t being foolish when I answered each and every one. “Yeah. I do. Back at home.” I released her curiosity about me having a girlfriend. We had halted at a red light. She smiled. Her right hand rested on the steering wheel. She let her hand loosely stroke the wheel, slowly. It sure as hell caught my attention. Soon enough we had approached Berkeley. She parked in the front of the dorm rooms. She sighed. “Well thank you Kevin for riding with me. I only live a few blocks away and usually I make this trip alone.” She gazed into my eyes. As I felt her gaze I grew uncomfortable, and at the same time my curiosity grew wild. “No, Thank you Mira.” I reached for the doors handle. I felt her dainty hand grab a hold of my shoulder and I turned around. She handed me a small slip of paper. “Here is my number and address. I’m having a small house warming tomorrow. I’d love it if you came. No gift required.” She smiled showcasing a lovely set of dimples. It was crazy because Kayla had dimples too, and then I thought about how much Mira reminded me of her. I nodded my head. “Ok cool. I’ll text you.” She bit her lower lip. “Alright Hun. I hope to see you there.” I moved back and shut the door. She drove off. Just then my cell phone vibrated indicating that I was receiving a call from Kayla. I answered it. “Hey babe.” keep reading, its about to get good |
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| Sins&Sunshine | Jul 25 2010, 05:18 PM Post #5 |
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