If God snapped his Holy Fingers and made every man’s dick turn to dust half these men would cease to live. They’d kill themselves.

Except for some of the gays. Losing a dick they hardly used wouldn’t upset them at all.

Jadish made it to an age most youngsters didn’t live to see. But she didn’t want to live her 25th year on the planet arguing with the love of
her life.

If blacks weren’t dying from drug abuse and being murdered as a result of negative living, they were winding up in jail, making babies just because Baby Daddy had some good sausage in his package, and trying to write bad damn checks or scam the government and credit card companies.

She didn’t fall into either of those categories, thank God!

💋💋💋

Clad in Nike spandex shorts and halter top with Michael Jackson’s glove glittering in the middle from the Thriller days, she settled down on the sofa, watching her husband do some push ups outon the back patio.

On Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s he always did his work outs and focused all of his energy on that. His body was off the chain. But she needed something other than that.

She needed to understand her dreams. She smiled thinking about him. She rubbed her legs and looked around the living room for her cigarettes.

She couldn’t find them.
Her smile died when she realized that she hadn’t been treating him with the love and understanding a man needed from his woman.

Despite her convictions towards her
husband, she loved him to death.

But one thing jeopardized their marriage and she thought about this with a frown.

She hasn’t fucked him yet.

Not once, since they’ve been married.

She was still a virgin.

I’m just not ready. It’s been two plus years since we’ve been married. I just can’t do it yet, I’m scared and I am not changing my mind anytime soon.

Hell if I had half a brain I would truly convince myself that I know the reason why he’s so selfish with me.

I haven’t fucked him yet, even when we were on our honeymoon.

I jacked him off and that was it. He wanted me to swallow his cum. I told him I didn’t remember Tylenol making Cold Cum Plus Pills. And I really didn’t want to jack his dick...

How hugely disappointed he was. But I didn’t care. Who said I had to fuck on the honeymoon? This is my pussy!

He said he loved me for me. Well put your dick back in your pants and put your money where your mouth is because I don’t want to give up the coochie yet; I don’t care if ten years go by.

He wants pussy that badly he can go pay for it. Hell everything else was
on sale in America.. from Botox shots and luxury cars to fake tits and fake asses.

She checked her watch. 8 PM.

She tidied up the house. Well, that was until Loud Mouth started opening chips, dropping crumbs here and there.

She had the clothes washed.

Well, that was until he kicked off his tube socks and took off his stinky clothes, throwing them all over the house like he had a gahdamn maid.

His underwear was ironed and folded.

Well, that was until he took off his crusty-stained draws and left them in the middle of the bathroom or their bedroom, which told her he didn’t do a great job wiping his stank ass after  he took a shit.

Got more skid marks than Firestone.

She laughed about that one. A grown man with more brown in his underwear than Stacy Dash got in her soul.

By 10 p.m. she was snoring in her bed and Sax was sitting on the chair by the computer, staring at her.

Withdrawn into himself.

Quiet.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this.