Game Over

Ty tried to hunch me tonight.

~sigh~

That is such a turn off.

Why are men like that? It pisses me off.

Sure, I wanted to hunch him too, just not tonight. It’s better when I am the aggressor. I feel more in control and I was feeling him a lot…just…not yet dude. I met him a week ago. What does he think I am?

I could tell he was gonna be good too. Tight black body. Beautiful lips. Strong hands. I bet he had a nice grip with those strong black hands.

~rolls eyes~

We were at his house chillin watching Flavor of Love, then we watched the Tupac Resurrection special. We talked a little bit and I told him that I wasn’t interested in having a friends with benefits.

He said, “I’m glad that you know what you want.” Then after a minute or two shit got crazy…I’m like…ahh…yeah…I like that. But in my head I’m thinking…what’s happening here? So I had to stop it. I jumped up and put on my shoes and waved goodbye as I rushed down the stairs to my car. I didn’t even look back.

~sigh~

He makes me sick. Too eager. Shoot..I’m not losing my Georgia virginity to him. ~fold arms~

I thought I wanted my booty rubbed, but when the opportunity presented itself…I flaked. I can’t believe it. All these nights alone feigning for someone to touch me and here it is..a nice chocolate brother..and…I don’t want to.

I didn’t want to…I want…I want more than that.

So fuck it…I’ll be alone dammit.

Stupid men. All they wanna do is hunch. And if you don’t wanna hunch then they automatically try to say you are gay. Idiots.

I’M SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT DAMMIT!