The hoe story

She knew that I knew when to leave the scene and just when to return. Sometimes, a month of no contact was all it took after the good sex and rough rides. Sometimes more. It didn't just matter how long she didn't hear from me. It was easier to come back flirting my way back into her pants like I never left. Some nights, she didn't have a need for one. I mean a need for pants. Shirts were better on her. She loves to get it whenever she wanted it. Cocks in her were non debatable. She just never left a voicemail for cock blocks. A woman driven with hormones and carefully thought out sexual decisions. Not a typical relationship perchance, just the " I miss you and can't really wait to see you." which when literally translated meant "Have been horny lately. Where have you been when I badly crave you? Don't be gone for too long. I can't wait to get down with you". More so, it wasn't just the sex that highlighted the best moment of our union. It was our understanding of our positions and the spots we occupied in each other's life. She knew well not to call me baby. I wasn't her man, just a customized side cock that had no need for a chick, plus I hated that shit. I preferred Dave or D2A like she preferred ass digs, slow pokes and ass spanks. Sometimes, she'll ask me who am laying next. It was that easy, as she'll feign to be my elder sister and leave the house for us. In return, I knew when to shut up when her man calls. I could say older women understand the art of seduction better. She knew not to choke me with attention. She knew no matter how far I am, I'll always fall back into her arms. Her man always thought me her younger brother. I never mind or grumbled whenever he sent me on an errand. An errand he will sometimes squeeze clean notes into my palms. Maybe that was a thank you note or a payment for keeping his girl happy. Whatever it is, I always used to buy cucumber and groundnut where I already had condoms. The miracle of chewing three seeds of bitter kola is what most youths don't know. I never ejaculated even two hours into the act. Maybe that's why she loved me. Oh sorry, maybe that's why she loved the cock. I had energy and dark passion for touching and worshipping that body. She knew it. Sorcery is my forte when it comes to older women and sexual cravings. A young man full of insight, she'll always say. In her eyes, I was young and high in demand. Our best moments came after rolling blunts, sipping lean and E. You'll proudly say we got wasted before getting wasted. Sex under the influence of trips is a TDB for those of you who understands. Craving for her body was one passion I can't control. Biologically, we were a perfect match, but age changed the chains of events on me. I gave her half of me and she gave me all of her. Whatever happened to her, I knew first. Whenever he hurt her, I was there for her to fall back on. It was that easy with no stress. No love, no commitment just sex and more sex with no strings. Even though we weren't together, she knew she was mine. I knew I was living on the edge, but it didn't mean a thing. Nothing good last forever. I hate to say she is married now. I could cry tears right now. You don't know how feel right now. I just smile to hide the deep depression, but deep inside am stressing. Maybe I miss her. Maybe sex will never make sense again. I use to feel this vulnerable thinking about her, but having felt so much pains it doesn't hurt no more. I will smile now cause she'll never let me shade a tear. One shot for all the women around me who knew the difference between sex and relationships! And didn't ask for more than I was ready to give. Somehow I love the freedom. Maybe being owned isn't all there is to a happy life. One more shot to the women who let me place their legs on my neck as I knelt between their thighs to penetrate. To the old days, where sex used to feel great. Nowadays, we don't feel nothing unless we touching ourselves. One love to the gifted hands! I love you my brothers. Talking about love? Who is really loyal? Who are you to decide she wouldn't love you and another in a bid to throw your love away? Can you tell when she goes switching sides or cheating on you with them girls? Most girls are bisexuals! Don't even argue this! Constantly thinking of one person is medically damaging. Getting stressed over everything and anything about one person is discouraging. One time for the cookies. One day I might be a hoe, how I miss that life!