“What’s wrong, baby? You've been acting strange all morning.” He asked.
“Corey, this is not going to work. Our personalities are way too different.” I admitted. Again, I could soften the blow, but I would never lie or sugarcoat anything.
I saw the look on his face, like he didn’t expect this to come. Then we spent the next hour and a half in my driveway talking to no avail. He pleaded his case, but by the time I crossed the threshold of my home, he was blocked, and the code I had created for him to enter my community was revoked.
Life was too short to endure bad relationships. Do you know how bad it has to be that he couldn’t make me want to fuck him? Me? The person who doesn’t think you need a connection to fuck, just a time and place. It was that bad, and I couldn’t overlook it.
On top of him going into anaphylactic shock at the dinner table last night? It was a strong, sturdy no for me.
Inside my house, I took my ponytail out and my bra off before I could make it up the stairs, then I went into my room and lay across the bed. It’s Saturday; I still have one more day of relaxation before I have to put on my professional hat. So, I just wanted to relax.
Wood texted me while Corey was ranting in the car, so I checked his message.
Wood: Damn, you had a long night, huh?
I laughed obnoxiously. He didn’t have a single clue. Corey has never touched me, and I was going to keep it that way. But I didn’t owe him that explanation. So, I didn’t respond to his message or the others. I would get back to them when I needed company. Instead, I rolled over and grabbed my vibrator from the nightstand.
My own touch would have to do. I placed the vibrator over my clit and allowed the suction to do its job. Normally, it would take nothing more than a couple of minutes before I succumbed to pleasure. But today, it was nothing.
I sighed and then grabbed my phone to text Wood back.
Me: I’m trying to have an even longer day
Once again, his response was rapid.
Wood: I need to feel you again. Let me book another hotel, and I’ll let you know.
I laughed, pressed the button to stop the vibration against my thigh, and tossed it back into the top drawer.
He’s just responded with room details, so I’m about to take a shower, get dressed, and let this fine-ass older man bunny hop me all over the room.
Until next time,
The Heaux
August 26, 2021
Ihaven’t been able to journal because my professional life has been swarming with obligations. I’ve had to go to at least three or four places a day, and I’m stretched thin. Today was no exception, as I walked through my building in haste, trying to hurry to make it back to my desk for the meeting set to start in just a few minutes, when my business phone rang.
I answered as I normally do.
“Why the fuck you ignoring me?” The voice came over the speakers, and I could tell that he was saying it through gritted teeth.
“Because I don’t want to talk Psycho.”
He started screaming just as I hung up the phone. I didn’t have time to deal with him today, or any other day for that matter. Psycho was theoneconsequence for my bad decisions, and he’ll never let me forget it even more than a decade later.
It all started when my best friend’s aunt moved here from another state in our junior year of High School. He kept trying to date me, but she always told me that he was crazy and that he had a bad temper. Mind you, Psycho is his legit nickname, not one I gave him for this journal. It’sthatdeep with him.
For a while, I took heed of her advice. Then, when we went to college, she and I shared an apartment. He would always come to stay with us when he was in town. One day he came over while she wasn’t there. We talked, and he kissed me. After that, we started texting and talking on the phone day and night.
We conversed for six months, then he broke my virginity, and we fucked for two years without anyone knowing. That was, until he found out that I was dating someone else. He pulled up to our place and showed his ass so badly that he got arrested.
That was the end of us, right? Hell no. Of course, I still slept with him after that. They say the best dick is attached to the craziest men, and that couldn’t be truer because still to this day, there has not been a man who could fuck me the way he did. He was the epitome of nasty, and I loved everything about it.
But the more I grew in my professional career, the more distant I got from him. I couldn’t afford to have that type of image attached to me. He would cause me to lose everything I had in a millisecond, and I worked way too hard for that to happen.
He’s always been in and out of jail since I’ve known him. But these last four years, at the height of my career, are the longest that he’s been away. He went to prison for shooting at someone in broad daylight. That type of thing, I want no part of. But he didn’t understand that, and he surely wasn’t going to let me go. He was set to be released on September 22nd, and I pray that when he gets out, he’ll find someone to take his attention off me.
