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Prose: "You's a Bad B*tch"

You's a bad b*tch...

...that's what he said. And of course...he meant that in the most "sexually complimentary" of ways...




After almost 5 hrs of "goodbye" marathon sex after work yesterday...that's what he said to me. As I straddled him across my dining room chair....



"You's a bad b*tch.........."



And there were other pretty raunchy expletives said..........but..that one made me smile and sorta turned me on and got me worked up.



I literally can not look at my furniture the same in my little one bedroom apartment . I broke him down so bad..he had a cramp in his stomach. I felt it under those well-defined abs.....far too well-defined for a man his age...(guess because he's a runner too....) and said.."I need to work that out for you". He shouldn't have tried to lift me (I'm 148 lbs of solid mass...) and bounce me standing up...his arms wrapped around my  thick, mocha thighs....but...



"You's a bad b*tch............"



Of course, I'm not about to go into detail about anything I did....but he was marvelous. Much more than I remembered. Maybe it was the finality of it all that got him going. He was wearing Ralph Lauren Romance. I guessed it on the first try...he said.."You are good...." There was much hair pulling (on both our parts) and sweating....ass smacking...and freakiness. I can't even look at a popsicle the same way.......... And yes...this was all safe sex....He sat and looked at "it" for at least 5 minutes...describing the "beauty" if it. We drank red wine from the same glass....and he drank it from my navel.........and said....



"You's a bad b*tch.....for real baby...."



I mean...I asked him did he had to leave. He had other obligations. I'm sure he was on a "curfew". He gave me the screw face.......and said "Let me worry about that......." So for almsot 5 hrs..I had him to myself....He said.."I will miss you.....so much........" And for a faint second I saw a glimmer of "sincerity" in his eyes. I mean a faint second.........because after that it was back to "putting in work.........."



He took a shower.......and he sang to me. I was like........ He had joked and said he had a nice singing voice and I was like.."yeah right"...but then he sang.......and I was like.."WOW! You can really sing........" He said....."I'm a man of many talents.........some of which don't involve my..............."



"But you's a bad b*tch......Usted es tan sexy...Mami....mi corazon....Usted es una chica bastante marrĂ³n con una cara bonita........"



He said he'd miss my face.....and put his thumb across my lips...By this time my neatly applied make-up was damn near gone...This time this encounter didn't make me feel so empty. Because I guess...the end is the end...and I'm not upset about it. The "Essential Prince" mix I worked on at work yesterday...was playing via my laptop..and I was curled up on the sofa in my afghan ...hair soaked..body soaked...and satisfied......4 condom wrappers on the floor.....I don't think I've ever gone through that many........



As I ate my dinner (which subsequently...got cold...but it was alright)...He finished freshening up...threw on his shorts and Timbs....I looked at him through the living room as I could see the bathroom. He has a little more gray now..in his hair and beard.......I smiled. Far from the man in his 20's I met years ago... His birthday is next month...maybe I'll send a card. Then again.........Maybe I'll send an E-Card...much safer. He put on his Tag Huer watch...and he kissed my forehead...cheeks..and even my nose. I felt short. I had to tip-toe.....He smiled, went out into the rain...turned around and said...



"You's a bad b*tch...you know that right???"







And that was it. Good Bye. No More...........



The End



(for real this time.............)



 **Copyright: Quill and Urban  Ink Publishing, 2009. All Rights Reserved**

Comments

  1. .....speechless.

    It's not too often where I am captivated from beginning to end while reading fiction writing on blogs.

    You did it.

    ...Mocha, why are you doing this? LOL!

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  2. @Don.....Why am I doing what??? *bats eyelashes*

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  3. Mocha I love your blog....I am a follower from the old Xanga.

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  4. You need to get your stuff published in a book!!!!

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