So Gone

Trust Issues


Molaysia

I’d had more than enough of dealing with sheisty men. I had slaved in my kitchen trying to prepare dinner, and Rocco was probably booed up at his house with another broad.

My kitchen was smelling good with the scent of baked chicken, greens, cornbread, candied yams, and corn on the cob. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go over to Rocco’s house and confront him. He wasn’t my man, but I needed to know if he was real or worthy of my time. If he was about the games, it would be in my best interest to leave him alone before any feelings developed between us.

I hopped up from my sofa and marched over to his residence to see what was really going on. I was in my feelings, ready to lash out on him for everything any man had ever done to me in my lifetime. When I made it to his house, I leaned on the doorbell.

Rocco opened the door wearing a smile. “Hey, Molaysia. I’m sorry that I’m late for dinner.”

“Yeah, whateva! Can you step outside for a minute or two? There's something I need to say to you.”

"Oh, is there a problem?"

"You think?" I replied sarcastically.

Rocco smiled.

"Is something funny?" I asked tersely.

"Actually, it is." His smile widened. “Come inside. I see what this is about. It's not what you think though,” he said. “My sister stopped by unexpectedly.”

He steered me inside, nodding at the pregnant young lady sitting on his recliner. “This is my sister, Aniyah. Sis, this is the beautiful Molaysia,” he introduced us, saying my name like it was honey on his tongue.

I let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Rocco apologetically. I spoke to Aniyah then had a seat beside her on the sofa. Rocco sat beside me with his arm around my shoulders. The three of us engaged in a nice conversation about child rearing and early child development.

"Aniyah, would you care to join your brother for dinner at my house?" I offered after finding her company enjoyable.

"I would hate to impose, but don't ask me twice because I won't turn you down. Don't forget I'm eating for two."

We shared a laugh, and then I convinced her to accept my invitation.

After dinner, Aniyah said that she had another engagement. She thanked me for the hospitality and said goodbye.

Rocco and I moved into the den and sat down on the couch. He placed his arm around my shoulders. “What did you want to say to me when you asked me to come outside earlier?” he teased.

“I was trying to see if you wanted me to bring you a plate since you were late, and the food was getting cold,” I feigned innocence.

“Stop it.” He laughed. “You just wanted to see if Aniyah was my woman.”

I was so embarrassed.

Rocco ensured me that I didn’t have to worry about him playing games and being dishonest. “I’m going to be straight up with you at all times,” he promised.

"I would really appreciate it," I said whole-heartedly.

We spent two hours talking about the importance of honesty. When he was ready to leave, I walked him to the door. As we stood facing each other, he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him for a kiss.

I placed my palms against his chest to stop him. “I’m not ready for that,” I said apologetically.

“I understand, Mo’,” he replied.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Any woman that is worth having is worth waiting for,” he understood.

I smiled, then pecked him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Mo’.” He returned my smile with one just as genuine and turns to go to his place.

My impression of him was good, but so was my first impression of Blunt.





Mind Must Be Playin’ Tricks On Me


Blunt

I knocked on Luscious’ door, and she let me in right away. “Hey, Daddy,” she purred and stepped up pressing her body against mine.

“Don’t hey daddy me! What the f*ck you doin’ wit’ that bitch up in here? You kickin’ it wit’ the enemy now?” I pushed her up off me and pulled out my strap.

“What is your problem?” she cried.

“What the f*ck was Mika doing over here?” I demanded to know. “Y’all hoes plottin’ against me?”

“She was just telling me what went down between y’all,” she swore.

“Yeah right. Since when have y’all two been tight?”

“I think she just needed somebody to talk to. Somebody who would understand her situation,” she explained.

I pressed the Glock to her forehead and watched a stream of water leak from the corner of her eye. I stared deep into her eyes for any sign of treason. Lucky for her, I didn’t spot any. “Well, make that your last time f*ckin’ wit’ her—understand me?”

“Yes,” she said softly, as she eyed me up and down.

I looked down at the spot on my chest were her eyes were focused. Blood was splattered all over my white tee. It was either Fatal’s or Chunuchi’s. “Un huh, I’m the wrong nigga to test right now.” I confirmed the question in her eyes.

"What does that mean, Blunt? And why are you telling it to me?"

“From now on you’re either for me or against me, ain’t no more straddling the fence. So how you rockin’, Li’l Mama?” I demanded to know.

Luscious dropped to her knees and cooed, “Big Daddy, you ain’t got to ask me that. I’ve been that ride or die bitch for you all along." She unbuckled my pants, pulled out my bitch pleaser and stepped to her business.

“You’re my hoe for life, ain’t you?” I asked while watching her handle her business.

“Um hmm,” she gurgled.

“Get it rock hard, and I’ma f*ck you in the ass. You need to be reminded what bad girls get,” I said knowing that she would be turned on by my thug passion.

“Yes, Daddy. I need you to punish me for being bad,” she replied. Her voice turned husky with anticipation.

When it was time for me to backdoor her, she undressed and got in position, tooting that ass up high off the floor. I dipped inside her honey walls to lubricate my joint first, then I eased inside her dark hole one inch at a time. She screamed out in pleasure and pain until I erupted inside her bowels.

As I laid on her back catching my breath, I put my strap to the back of her head and threatened, “If you ever cross me, I’ma murk that ass.”

"Daddy, I would rather die than flip on you," she whispered over and over again.

But something told me not to trust her. She had seen blood splotches all over my clothes and tomorrow when she found out that Chunuchi was dead, she would put two and two together. “Nigga, she already kno’ that you murked dudes she set up for you, and she hasn’t flipped on you yet,” I reminded myself.

When we fell asleep that night wit’ out daughter in-between, I dreamed that Luscious sold me out to Polo, the next vic on our agenda.

“Let me erase this problem,” I thought as I awoke and looked down into her face.





Can’t Take This Much Longer


Molaysia

Weeks had passed since the last craziness with Blunt, but he was not sitting idle. I was horrified by the news last week that Fabian had been killed, and his body had been found inside the trunk of his car down in The Bluff, Blunt's stomping grounds.

I believed in my heart that Blunt had killed Fabian, but I kept that to myself and tried not to let the guilt I felt eat me alive. Lately, I had been doing a lot of soul searching and spending time with Rocco.

We hung out every day, doing things like dining at different restaurants, going bowling, and watching movies. He was such a gentleman, and I was pleased to have his company. It really helped to keep my mind off the other things.

My mood was further improved by my impending trip back home. I was in my bedroom packing for the visit. I was super excited to get away for the weekend and spend some time with Leesha, the twins, and other relatives. I double-checked my Louis Vuitton luggage to be sure that I had everything packed and ready to leave out in the morning.

Satisfied that I hadn't forgotten to pack anything important, I zipped up the bags and set them in the corner. My front doorbell chimed just as I was searching for the television remote. I treaded to the door in my pink short sleeved and short pants pajamas. I peeped through the peephole and saw Rocco standing there. "Hi," I the door open as wide as my smile.

He stood there in a khaki brown Dickies work uniform. “I wanted to tell you to drive safely before you hit the highway,” he said.

“Awl, come on in,” I invited.

He gave me a big hug.

“I’m going to miss you.” I gazed into his eyes and held him tighter.

Rocco eased me closer to him by the waistline, and our bodies touched. We were both feeling each other. I pressed my breast against his chest as my lips found their way to his mouth. He had soft lips, a tasty tongue, and he knew how to use them both. His hand palmed my ass while we were kissing. My coochie was throbbing like a heartbeat. I wanted him so badly!

All of a sudden, the show stopped and he said, “Have a goodnight and be careful on your trip, Baby.”

“Thank you and I will,” I said breathlessly.

I swear I needed a cold shower when he left.





It’s About Time


Molaysia

Enough was enough. I was ready to test the waters. I dipped down in the luke warm bath water filled with coconut oil and bubble bath. I took a deep breath and soaked. When I was finished with my bath, I put on a blushing pink teddy. Under the lingerie, I wore a pair of light pink laced panties with an open crotch. I simply could not stop thinking about how that man had my juices flowing, then just turned and went on about his business.

I went into my bedroom and gave him a call. “Come over. I need to see you,” I told him as soon as he answered. One of us had to take charge.

Butterflies were flying through my stomach from nervousness, but I had to have him. I heard water running in the background. “Let me take my shower, and I’ll be over there when I’m done. Is that cool?” he asked.

“Sure,” I purred sounding like a hot tail teenager.

As I waited for Rocco to come over, I stood in the mirror staring at myself and twiddling with the string necklace around my neck. I looked like a little freak, even to my own eyes. I contemplated changing into something less provocative, but the outfit fit my mood perfectly. I felt like a li’l horny whore.

I ran in the kitchen and popped a bottle of champagne to calm my nerves. “Go for it, girl,” I gassed myself up.



Thirty-five minutes later, Rocco was at my door. He took one look at me and knew what time it was. His eyes caressed me like gentle hands. Mine molested him!

Neither one of us spoke.

The sound of low R&B, played from my sound system in the background. Rocco pressed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his. His hands ran all up and down my body.

I moaned when his hard dick rubbed up between my legs. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the living room. Ms. Kitty was pleading for me to do it, but I pressed my thighs together and quieted her down.

I took Rocco's hand and purred, "Follow me into my fantasy."



Soft purple light illuminated my bedroom when I led Rocco through the threshold. We stopped at the foot of the bed and locked lips in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. Rocco slowly undressed me and gently laid me back on the bed.

My mouth watered with anticipation as I watched him disrobe piece by piece. When he was nude, he stepped back proudly and allowed me to examine the merchandise. I liked his confidence, and I loved the attentiveness of his little friend. I prepared myself to get filled up.

His valiant soldier pointed at me stiffly as he climbed on top of me. His hard body pressed down on mine causing my juices to prematurely flow. He grazed his tongue over my breast, and his hands stroked up and down my legs. My legs opened wide, and his finger slid inside of me. “Yes, I like that,” I whispered in his ear.

His fingers moved in and out of my honey pot while his tongue ran a marathon around my erect nipples. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his girth. It swelled under my touch.

Rocco's fingers had my pleasure button screaming. I could not wait any longer. "Put it in," I moaned.

"Okay, baby."

He reached over on the floor, and I heard a wrapper being torn open. “Hurry, I'm about to die,” I cried out.

“I got you, Molaysia. You can relax. From this point on, it's paradise.”

The man didn't lie. When he entered me, I saw balloons floating overhead. I was too close to my peak to hold out long. The things he was whispering in my ear as he held me by the ankles and took me to another place sent my passion shooting to the roof.

"Sweet Jesus!" I screamed as an orgasm the size of the Pacific Ocean came pouring down. It felt so good I almost jumped up and bolted down the street.

"Hey, hey, where you going, baby?" asked Rocco when he felt my back and hips arching off the bed.

I answered by shaking my head from side to side. In one fluid motion, he flipped me over so that now I was on top. “C’mon, climb up on this dick, Baby,” he said.

"I'm too weak," I panted.

He placed his hands on the side of my hips, lifted me up, and then guided me back down onto the tip of his steel rod. I opened all the way up for his reentrance into my silky wetness. As I slid down his engorged shaft inch by inch, I tossed my head back and moaned out the names of The Twelve Disciples!

"Ooh, baby, you feel so good," he groaned as he held me by the hips and controlled the pace.

"RoccoRoccoRoccoRocco!" I babbled, insanely.

"Come for me again, Molaysia."

"Ooh, don't do this shit to me!" I screamed, pulling out my hair as I came a second time. "Lordy, lordy, lordy. Whew!"

I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. Rocco flipped me over onto my stomach and entered my delicate flower from the back. I was too exhausted to protest, but I was thinking Lord, don't let this man f*ck me to death. I know I asked for this, but I didn't know any better.

What happened next is forever implanted in my mind. He must've sexed me into a coma, because when I woke up I was resting in his arms and couldn't remember how that came to be.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"My name is Molaysia Alexander, and I always wanted to be an educator. Some people want to be rich and famous while others --- "

"Molaysia! What are you talking about?" asked Rocco laughing.

"Uh, I swear I don't know." I laughed while fingering the simple string necklace around my neck. He had sexed me out of my mind.

We cuddled for a while, and then he got up and got dressed to go home so that I could get some rest before getting on the highway in the morning. I walked him to the door.

"Thank you for tonight," I said and kissed him on the mouth.

"I really enjoyed you, Molaysia. I hope this is just the first of many," he said.

"Me too."

"I'm going to miss you. Hurry back."

I promised him that I would. Then, I removed the necklace from around my neck and placed it around Rocco's. "Until I return," I said.

We kissed, then said goodbye. I watched him until he entered his house across the street and closed the door. Then, I went back upstairs and took a long relaxing bath. I knew that I would be tired when I hit the highway in the morning, but at least I would have a smile on my face for a change.