Thursday, May 4, 2006
Alotta Nothing
"It's because I'm not black, isn't it?"
"The fuck you get that from? You say some really dumb shit sometimes!"
"Just seems like you make all these excuses that really don't have any validity and then you expect me to not question it. I don't get you sometimes. Matter-of-fact, I don't get you MOST of the time."
"Look if you were going to start in on me you should have warned me...I might have some "better" excuses for you." He knew that she didn't find that funny but hell, he' s tired of this shit from her.
"You are a complete and utter asshole. I didn't come here to argue, I came to make love to you. Yet, you and your guilty conscious has you defensive for no reason! I don't know why the fuck I even came over here."
"Look, don't cuss at me no more, don't talk to me like that! I don't know what kind of men you fucked with in the past but Shay, don't disrespect me...ever! And I don't have a guilty conscious for shit I've done. We are not a couple...you ain't my woman. So I don't have anything to be guilty about. And don't try to use that psycho bullshit on me. This is the shit I am talking about." as he walks towards the frig for a beer. "Your always coming up with some supposed theory about what you think is fact, you didn't even take psychology in college, yet your ass is always trying to analyze something that is nothing!"
"At least I went to college." She knew as soon as she said it that he was going to slap her. She used the coffe table as a barrier, yet knew that wouldn't stop him if he wanted to reach her.
With the beer half way to his lips, Dominic looked at her sideways and said, "What did you just say?"
In a shaky voice she was trying to control, Shayla said, "You know what? Your right Dominic. You. are. completely. correct. AND because you are right...I am going to leave you." Shayla picks up her purse and keys from the coffee table, "Leave you for all the reasons you just stated. You are doing me no good and I am doing you no good."
"Wait wait wait, baby...what the fuck are you talking about now?" Dominic's mind is racing because his rent is due and he was going to ask Shayla for the extra $400 he needed, so he knew he had to come up with something fast. Shayla stopped with her back to him at the door, one hand on the door knob.
"Come here Shayla, come here baby. Why do you always have to push shit to the limit and then expect me to not respond the same way. Girl, you know I care about you, want you next to me...." Dominic walks over and hugs Shayla from behind, around the waste and kisses her on the neck. She refuses to turn around and look at him but now that his hands are on her, he knows he's got that rent money within 2 hours at the most. He knows with some kisses and nice words, he's got more than just the rent, also some spending money for him and his boys to go out tonight.
Dominic was amazed at how easy manipulating her was. Sometimes he hated it because somewhere in the core of his jaded heart he DID have a soft spot...Shayla just seemed so naive, it MADE him want to be nice to her sometimes....but he knew he had her for one reason and it definitely wasn't because she was marriage material. She was his bank...his paycheck. She was good for nothing more than money and fucking.
After all, his mama would shoot him before he ever put a foot on the porch if he tried to bring Shayla home for Sunday dinner with the family.
"Baby, you know I don't want anyone else but you and it bothers me that we argue like this. You being white has nothing to do with you not coming to my family reunion. I just don't get along with my family and I don't like them muthafuckas in my business. Hell, I'd probably have to fight my cousins and uncles 'cause of you....your so fuckin' delicious, all the men want you."
Shayla knew Dominic was full of shit but she gave him all her weight and leaned into his chest. "Dom, you know I love you right? You know I would never be ashamed of you. You need to talk to me like the 34 year old man you are and stop talking to me like your some ignorant 25 year old no-nothing kid....we are adults and we need to have adult conversation. If I come to you with a problem, with a concern...I expect you to be there for me. I know your not my man...but as long as your big dick keeps sliding between my legs...your goning to respect me...respect me because I am a woman, respect me because you lay your body down with mine, respect me because I have honored you WITH MY body. You keep treating me the way you do, well...I just won't allow it."
Dominic got real close to her ear and in a low quiet almost deadly whisper and a I-gotta-let-this-bitch-know voice, said, "Allow? Baby Shay, you'll allow any fucking thing I want, when I want. Your mine! And if you ever try to put yourself above me by referencing your college degree again, I'll prove to you that you are mine, to do as I wish with. And you won't like it."
He turned her around and roughly lowered her to the floor and fucked her from behind. Whispering how good she felt and telling her she better never let another man touch his pussy.
Shayla half listening and loving his words knew that this was just a reprieve...he was trying to prove a point...a fruitless effort. Yet, as her knees were starting to get rug burns she screamed his name as his seed filled her up.....Never realizing that Dom fucked her just like a dog, raw, on the floor by the door with his pants still on and her panties haphazardly pushed to the side....he just wanted her money...and when that ran out...he had already set his sights on her bestfriend Amy. Rich bitches...birds of a feather....
"The fuck you get that from? You say some really dumb shit sometimes!"
"Just seems like you make all these excuses that really don't have any validity and then you expect me to not question it. I don't get you sometimes. Matter-of-fact, I don't get you MOST of the time."
"Look if you were going to start in on me you should have warned me...I might have some "better" excuses for you." He knew that she didn't find that funny but hell, he' s tired of this shit from her.
"You are a complete and utter asshole. I didn't come here to argue, I came to make love to you. Yet, you and your guilty conscious has you defensive for no reason! I don't know why the fuck I even came over here."
"Look, don't cuss at me no more, don't talk to me like that! I don't know what kind of men you fucked with in the past but Shay, don't disrespect me...ever! And I don't have a guilty conscious for shit I've done. We are not a couple...you ain't my woman. So I don't have anything to be guilty about. And don't try to use that psycho bullshit on me. This is the shit I am talking about." as he walks towards the frig for a beer. "Your always coming up with some supposed theory about what you think is fact, you didn't even take psychology in college, yet your ass is always trying to analyze something that is nothing!"
"At least I went to college." She knew as soon as she said it that he was going to slap her. She used the coffe table as a barrier, yet knew that wouldn't stop him if he wanted to reach her.
With the beer half way to his lips, Dominic looked at her sideways and said, "What did you just say?"
In a shaky voice she was trying to control, Shayla said, "You know what? Your right Dominic. You. are. completely. correct. AND because you are right...I am going to leave you." Shayla picks up her purse and keys from the coffee table, "Leave you for all the reasons you just stated. You are doing me no good and I am doing you no good."
"Wait wait wait, baby...what the fuck are you talking about now?" Dominic's mind is racing because his rent is due and he was going to ask Shayla for the extra $400 he needed, so he knew he had to come up with something fast. Shayla stopped with her back to him at the door, one hand on the door knob.
"Come here Shayla, come here baby. Why do you always have to push shit to the limit and then expect me to not respond the same way. Girl, you know I care about you, want you next to me...." Dominic walks over and hugs Shayla from behind, around the waste and kisses her on the neck. She refuses to turn around and look at him but now that his hands are on her, he knows he's got that rent money within 2 hours at the most. He knows with some kisses and nice words, he's got more than just the rent, also some spending money for him and his boys to go out tonight.
Dominic was amazed at how easy manipulating her was. Sometimes he hated it because somewhere in the core of his jaded heart he DID have a soft spot...Shayla just seemed so naive, it MADE him want to be nice to her sometimes....but he knew he had her for one reason and it definitely wasn't because she was marriage material. She was his bank...his paycheck. She was good for nothing more than money and fucking.
After all, his mama would shoot him before he ever put a foot on the porch if he tried to bring Shayla home for Sunday dinner with the family.
"Baby, you know I don't want anyone else but you and it bothers me that we argue like this. You being white has nothing to do with you not coming to my family reunion. I just don't get along with my family and I don't like them muthafuckas in my business. Hell, I'd probably have to fight my cousins and uncles 'cause of you....your so fuckin' delicious, all the men want you."
Shayla knew Dominic was full of shit but she gave him all her weight and leaned into his chest. "Dom, you know I love you right? You know I would never be ashamed of you. You need to talk to me like the 34 year old man you are and stop talking to me like your some ignorant 25 year old no-nothing kid....we are adults and we need to have adult conversation. If I come to you with a problem, with a concern...I expect you to be there for me. I know your not my man...but as long as your big dick keeps sliding between my legs...your goning to respect me...respect me because I am a woman, respect me because you lay your body down with mine, respect me because I have honored you WITH MY body. You keep treating me the way you do, well...I just won't allow it."
Dominic got real close to her ear and in a low quiet almost deadly whisper and a I-gotta-let-this-bitch-know voice, said, "Allow? Baby Shay, you'll allow any fucking thing I want, when I want. Your mine! And if you ever try to put yourself above me by referencing your college degree again, I'll prove to you that you are mine, to do as I wish with. And you won't like it."
He turned her around and roughly lowered her to the floor and fucked her from behind. Whispering how good she felt and telling her she better never let another man touch his pussy.
Shayla half listening and loving his words knew that this was just a reprieve...he was trying to prove a point...a fruitless effort. Yet, as her knees were starting to get rug burns she screamed his name as his seed filled her up.....Never realizing that Dom fucked her just like a dog, raw, on the floor by the door with his pants still on and her panties haphazardly pushed to the side....he just wanted her money...and when that ran out...he had already set his sights on her bestfriend Amy. Rich bitches...birds of a feather....
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