God Britt seems like such a bitch, I often fantasise laid in my single bed in my house share, that I’ve taken her out for a date, she’s not happy and looks at me with venom in her eyes when we pull up to Applebee’s, ‘God’ she spits at me ‘You’re such loser’. I feel my cheeks burn as we are sat in the front of my moms 2006 Ford Explorer, ‘I bet I’d be even more disappointed with what you downstairs wont I?’ Tears start to run down my face whilst my little shrimp starts to get hard, ‘You’re not a real man, you?’ Her dentistry trained voice starts to soften ‘How about I show you a real man?’
That’s how we ended up in the smoke filled room filled to the brim with black men with bad intentions, it started with Britt pulling down a chestnut coloured hunks baggy pants over his timbs and sucking him dry, I was chained to the radiator having blunt smoke blown in my face whilst Nelly’s greatest hits was playing on repeat, I was powerless to stop them.
It would be the greatest night of my life.
