lifeofbouyd

[lifeofbouyd]

The Cat’s Out The Bag

😔🤔🙄. Where do I even begin? The expectations, the lies, or the outcome? 😔whichever way I look at it I have learned a valuable lesson that will haunt me till death or my brain drains the tiny details.

Text: 12/12/12

Hey babe, I just wanna take this time out to say happy anniversary and I love you more than words could explain. You mean the world to me and I wanna spend forever and a day with you if you’d let me. Call me when you wake up, please.

Babe.....

Are you ok.....

13/12/12

Babe. Are you ok? Haven't heard from you. I'm worried. Call me, please.

Babe?

🙄

14/12/12

I've called everyone I know that's close to you and no one has seen you in three days. I pray that you're ok. Call me when you get my messages.

15/12/12

Hey babe. Battery died. Just got a universal charger. I’m at my grandma's 👵. I’ll come to see you Saturday.

My heart melted when she replied. I was so excited that I didn’t know how to reply. I wasn't even thinking straight at the time because now that I think about it, she had an iPhone back then, and there’s no way you can charge an iPhone using a universal charger (yam head). Red flag 🚩. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her, but I was too naive and or in love to suspect her if anything. In my mind she was perfect and if she told me that the sky was red, the sky was red without a doubt. Saturday came sooner than I had imagined and in her defense, she did show up. Unfortunately, she was on her period so I still couldn’t get my anniversary sex.

Me: Babe, can you suck it, please?

Trishawna: Mi? Dis ya dutty gyal yah will neva suck no hood. Pussy too good fi dat.

She was so upset that she stormed out. Sigh 😔. It’s not like I demanded her to do it, I simply asked a question that deserved a yes or no answer. For days to come, I was blowing up her phone with apologies that went nowhere. She said it would be best for both of us if I left her alone because I don’t value nor deserve her. But I did value her, maybe even too much, and gave her more than she was worth. I went to her house one night and saw some random dude there claiming to be her cousin. Telling me to leave her alone and what he’d do if I ever hurt her again and all that bullshit. I tried being reasonable and listened to what she had to say but the reason for leaving me was all bullshit. It didn’t sit right with me for some reason and this dude just kept on talking and talking so I knocked him the fuck out and left 😔. Surprisingly she came by the next morning for dick and I did fill her all the way up. I fucked her as if I wanted to kill her. All that built-up anger made me bust like a mofo. Spraying her from her belly bottom to her chest. And again she created an excitement (act extra). Talking bout cuming on her skin and what kind of bitch do I take her for. Now, it’s like, mmmm, I don’t even know to be honest. Who argues over cum? What was I supposed to do then? Cum in my hand, cum on my sheets? What the fuck was her problem 🙄.

Me: Babe, I think we need to talk

Trishawna: Stop treating me like a bitch. I want to be your wife someday. No dick sucking, no cuming on me. To hell with that shit. Treat me right or lose me.

Like a fool, I apologized for expecting her to be what I was looking for. I guess I just wanted us to work. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, and somewhat ladylike. At that point in my life that’s all I could possibly want so for months to come, we had plain boring sex. I treated her like the queen she was (in my mind). Lunch and dinner dates, relationship goals updates, married on Facebook, WhatsApp profile pic kissing, and the whole works (typical gyal clown moves). She hardly ever posted me and whenever I took her down it was a problem 🙄. Random bullshit arguments over nothing, irritating the fuck out of me 😔. I just wanted us to work, I tried, I did everything I possibly could. But even then, my best wasn’t good enough. We were home one evening having sex when my phone started blowing up. A

A bunch of calls and WhatsApp messages kept flowing in. I didn’t stop for a second because I was more focused on cuming than finding out who died or was in trouble. And even if I did stop, she’d make a big fuss and I really wasn’t in the headspace for that. We showered, made tea, and found a movie to watch before even looking on my phone. I had over thirty missed calls and two hundred WhatsApp group messages.

Group message:

Video

Video

Image

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Joe: Bbc a so bouyd a roll

Kim: Gyal bad man

Fel: Why did Bouyd post this?

Jay: Up top. Fuck out har mouth yes

Chin: Good thing mi no sucky-sucky

Chimpo: 🤣

Steff: I don’t approve of this Bouyd

G man: Fuckry that Bouyd

Me: What y’all talking about?

I was confused until I clicked the video. But that confusion turned to disappointment and anger real quick 🙄. My babe, my good good Trishawna who don’t suck dick was busy detailing someone else’s pipe. I watched her grasp his dick with both hands and stroked it while she sucked it. She spits, she jiggled, she swallowed 😩. She was giving him what I was dying to get. Sigh 😔. Tears ran down my face as I watched him fuck her mouth till he busted a nut 💦 down her throat. I was so shocked I couldn’t even talk. She grabbed the phone once she realized I was crying and instantly she started denying the video. Claiming it was photoshopped and they were trying to destroy our perfect relationship. I just sat there silent, feeling embarrassed 😞. My friends had seen it before me and they thought it was me fucking her face. They thought I was the one who exposed her but I didn’t even know my Facebook wife was a deep throat goddess. She didn’t even like the term “suck”, so how she be out here swallowing cum. She didn’t even want my cum on her skin for Christ’s sake. And to make it even worst, the video was made on our anniversary 💔. All this time I was worried about this shit bug she was busy sucking dick. I wanted to punch her face in, I wanted to hurt her real bad but that wouldn’t take the dick from her throat would it.

She kept crying and begging me to forgive her but how could I? Why would I? She made me feel so bad for asking for heads and for cuming on her but she can be out here sucking dick dry 🙄. Love me when love me you blood cloth 🥺. Was that before or after you embarrassed me? She just sat there crying because her phone started blowing up too. All her friends now knew she was nothing and I hated her. I hated her for making me a national fool. I hated her for destroying my social life. I had the biggest freak and I never got a kiss below the waist, not to mention a blow job. For weeks I was mocked and laughed at by people I didn’t even know 🤦‍♂️ . That cat was out the bag and I was the clown 🤡 blind to her game. That shit though me a valuable lesson and ima hold on to that until the day I die.

Expect women to be women. Don’t be in a haste to post her and or brag on your friends about her, because they probably fucked her before you knew her or they may know shit about her that you won’t. Be humble. Fuck on the low and if you end up in a serious relationship, just hope that whoever she’s out there with doesn’t expose her.

[lifeofbouyd]

The Bartender

Overhearing a convo:

Bombo cloth you Tek dis ting fah batty boy? Mi know a d gyal yard you sleep last night that’s why you can’t come look fimi. Mi neven know why me a waste me time pon you. Fucking idiat. 🙄 I’m done with this shit.

I watched the tears run down her cheeks as they argued. She cried her heart out even though she was telling him to go fuck himself. It was so obvious that she cared for him that I felt pity for her 🙄. The moment she came off the phone I placed a big order trying to keep her busy and take her mind off him.

Krisan: Sir, supn wrong wid mi?

Me: 🙄 What you mean?

Krisan: Mi ugly?

Me: No

Krisan: So why this man a try tek me fi fool? Mi ago show him what time it is.

I kept my mouth shut and smiled as she poured me a shot of Campari. The more she complained about him, the more I nodded in agreement with her. After a few drinks and a listening ear, she decided she’d take me up on my offer. She showered 🧼 and got all dolled up as if she was going to a five-star event but I had no idea where we’d end up. The invite was just a stunt to start a convo I never imagined would have floated. Shit, I was either gonna be salt (unlucky) or lucky. We ended up in Kingston that night. Taboo till 4:00 am then Hellshire in the morning. She slept like a baby all the way home. Talking all kinds of shit in her sleep 😴. The boyfriend called until her battery died but I was too lazy to wake her, or busy protecting my self-interest. I figured if I could help her hate him she would fuck me as a reward, and there was no way that I’d let him corrupt her mind again. I dropped her off at the bar and headed home to sleep because I was way too tired to fuck if she had offered. I didn’t even realize I didn’t have her number until I woke up late that evening. I was so focused on allowing her to have a good time that I forgot what the aim was. Meet, beat, delete, repeat. It was that simple. But for some strange reason, I was off my game. I didn’t get a chance to see her till the next day, and even then I didn’t take her number. Not that I didn’t want it but again I forgot. I was in the shower that night when my phone started ringing by some random number and I was too full of shit to answer a strange number. It could’ve been an X I was running from or a nigga calling about his girl which happens rather frequently back then. It rang several times before they stopped calling and started texting which made it seem as if it was something really important.

Text:

Hello sir, anything you doing you need to stop because me want some fuck ina me hole and the idiot hear seh me and you go out so come fuck me now.

Hello 👋

Sir 🙄

Me: 😯🤔. I was confused, to be honest. I had flirted with a few girls within that time frame so it could’ve been anyone. I calculated all the responses before responding. Who dis?

Krisan: Krisan. Bartender from up the hill

Me: O. Pree?

Krisan: 😯 You don’t read well? I, want, you, to, come, and, fuck, me, now. Understand that or do I need to call someone else?

Me: That’s not how this works.

Krisan: Ok. Can you please fuck me tonight? I am dying, please 🙃

I left her on read and she sent several other messages after which I didn’t bother to read. I got dressed and showed up acting like I could care less if she was sucking dick but deep down, I wanted her more than she wanted me. She was actually about to leave to a party with her friends when I got there. She was all dolled up and looking fucking sexy. Sexy enough to get me defensive. Acting like I was her main dude for some random reason and I didn’t even hit it yet. I had every intention of enjoying the party but I guess that was too much to ask for. My X, or sometimes sex bud or whatever she was at that moment, was there with her confusion of a boyfriend who claimed he didn’t my X or whatever she was. I was supposed to meet her sometime in the week before but I gave her an excuse from my hat and now we were staring at each other. The tension was unbearable and I just knew shit was about to pop off.

Kim: This the bitch you dodging me for?

Joe: You the one fucking my girl?

Krisan: Bitch, please. Ameir, you know her?

Me: 🤭🤔😒

Joe: What a way you no have no man duty gyal.

Kim: She not even look good, big head gyal. Not even har own man no want her.

Joe: Pussy seh supn

Krisan: Your man want me though Bitch

Me: 🙃🤔

They started fighting, like two crazy people. For what, I don’t even know. For whom? I am still more confused than you are right now. I was fucking his current and he was fucking my X or sex bud or whatever she was at that point, so why fight? 🙄 And the foo had the audacity to attack me instead of trying to stop them from fighting 🤦‍♂️. By the time I kicked him the fuck out my way they were both fighting him, instead of each other 🤷‍♂️. Don’t ask me why don’t ask me how just know that it happened and there was nothing I could do. They calmed down for a few then started fighting about who’s gonna come home with me and who’s gonna look like a fool and all that shot y’all girls make during an argument.

Both girls: Ameir, who you want? Talk now, please.

Me: I am so embarrassed to have considered dating either of you in the first place. I’m taking neither of you home.

Tears ran down their cheeks like a broken pipe and I could see that they both felt like shit, but sigh, what was I to do? Who do I choose? The girl I wanna fuck or the one I already know can fuck like hell? They both dated that nigga so what if I was to swing it just the same? 😔 It was way more complicated than it needed to be and he made it even more complicated when he left them both there. Who do I drop off first? Who gets the dick? How do I let one down? A million questions ran through my mind. But I decided I’d just take them both home. Whoever wanted to leave I’d drop them and keep the other. After all, what could possibly go wrong? We got home and within minutes we were all undressed 🙆‍♂️. Sloppy dick sucking, titty licking, pussy fingering sex was the outcome. I watched them share the dick like a cigarette 🚬 and kissed each other as if they had been in a relationship for years. There was passion and anxiety brewing as I fucked one and the other sucked her nipples and got her clit played with 🙃. Both soaking wet and sticky with creamy pussies. I bussed so hard that my legs shook. They swallowed my kids, sucked me dry, then took turns riding me till I bussed several nuts 🥜.

I had no idea that would have been the outcome. I’m still confused 🤷‍♂️ and that was it. I never had sex with either of them after that day neither have we tried to link up or anything. I guess it was one of those just fuck and get it over moments. A once in a lifetime event that has you reminiscing all the time😊. If I could have done it again, I don’t think I’d change a thing but the fighting. But maybe that what made it so passionate 🥰. Life goes on and the memories normally out lives us. Live while you can.

[lifeofbouyd]

Her Cousin

This story is not associated with whatever you’re trying to associate it with. This story is based on true life analysis and pornhub, but not true life events of the Author. At least, not to my recollection 🙃.

Video convo:

Kimone: Bouyd, meet my cousin Stephanie. She’ll be staying with me for two weeks so I’ll come to see you and not the other way around. Cause me no want you try fuck her off.

Me: 🙄 da bbc gyal yah man. Hey, Stephanie 🙂 nice to meet you. No Mek she poison you mind “yare” dat. She just smiled and nodded with her damn pretty self. We had a brief convo and that was that.

A few minutes later she sent a friend request which I accepted and scrolled through her pics. To my surprise, she wasn’t only pretty. She was fucking sexy, like Jada Kingdom sexy. Mek you cheat pon you gyal sexy 😯. Crazy thoughts ran through my mind as I scrolled and within minutes I was masturbating to pictures of a girl I wasn’t even supposed to like 🤦‍♂️. This usually never happens. But at least I didn’t cheat (yet) on Kimone. Surprisingly I was invited for dinner that evening and I didn’t hesitate for a second to sprint over. Stephanie made shrimp 🍤 pasta with sides and some horny goat weed juice thingy. Turns out she was a chef 👩‍🍳 at Riu and on vacation for two weeks. Just by looking at her walk around in her apron got me hard as steel. Now, don’t for a second think Kimone wasn’t sexy. She was a perfect slim thick with little tits, a curved bubbly butt and a flat tummy and she was beautiful. I guess it’s a family thing cause they all fucking hot.

Stephanie: So Bouyd, I heard you like to cook. I’ll be teaching Kimone while I’m here so you can swing by if you want to learn a few things.

Me: Sure

Kimone: Tan a you blood cloth yard

Me: 😯🤬 da bbc gyal yah man 🤦‍♂️

Stephanie: Kimone, don’t be like that.

Kimone: A man you a look eno and him always up fi d fuckry.

Me: 😳 (🤩 man she a look. E 🙃) 🤦‍♂️ Stip judging me

Stephanie: I haven’t even known him a day much less fi look him. You need to stop this.

Me: Stephanie, dinner was great but Ima head out.

Stephanie: Hold up. Ima put your food in a cover dish so you can take it home.

I wasn’t surprised because she always acted like that when we were around other women she thought I wanted. I walked home, masturbated to her pics again, and slept like a “mofo” till the sun was hot the next morning. My ringing phone woke me and to my surprise it was Stephanie 😏.

Me: Good morning

Stephanie: Good morning. Can I talk to Kimone, please?

Me: 😳😯🙄 Wym?

Stephanie: You picked her up last night and she hasn’t returned, so I figured she was still with you.

Me: 🤬 I haven’t seen nor heard from her since I left yesterday.

Stephanie: 😱 I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t know. She said that you were coming for her and she left. Please don’t say anything to her.

Me: Your secret is safe with me.

Stephanie: In return, you can come by later and I’ll save you the bashing. Deal?

Me: Deal

I had my doubts about her for a while so this came as no surprise to me. I just wish she’d be honest when I asked her she was seeing anyone. For reasons like these, I don’t trust women. Kimone called me that evening, apologizing for her outburst, and invited me over. Like the tan head she took me for, I went. I pretended that everything was ok and like I had no idea of what she was up to or what she did. I watched Stephanie prepare the lobster 🦞 and helped her whip some martini shake to perfection. I admired her work and even started thinking of her on another level. I imagined how fun it would be to have her as my girl and how I’d fuck the hell out of her any chance I got. Kimone on the other hand was glued to her phone and busy trying to hide the Hickey on her shoulder 🤦‍♂️. Her sauce was to die for and her lobster was the bomb. We sat, ate, and got to know each other better as if Kimone wasn’t even there. That’s when I realized I was falling for her cousin and I could see she liked me too. A few days passed and we became best of friends or text buds or whatever title was suitable at the time and she held nothing back. The day before she left they had planned to go out with her boyfriend (me) as a send away celebration but she changed her mind when she realized I was not invited. She decided she’d stay home and they could go out and have as much fun as they want. At least that what she told them. Kimone left with her boyfriend (should have been me) and his friends and went if to have a merry, grand time. She had text me saying she was gonna go see her mom (the great excuse) and she’ll call me when she gets home because we need to talk. I didn’t open nor reply to her message that morning because I was busy working on my master plan.

Stephanie decided she’d spend the day with me and sleepover then leave for work in the morning, during that Kim wanted to be a bitch. A deal I could not let pass. The thought of her sleeping next to me blew my mind. I helped her pack then we headed home to get her settled in before doing anything. We made breakfast 🥞 then we went for a walk in the woodland trying to free our minds and catch a vibe. We drank and smoked and talked about all kinds of shit and what we thought Kim was doing right now (that moment).

Me: I’d fuck you if I could

Stephanie: Why can’t you?

Me: Y’all are related and we still together.

Stephanie: She’s where ever she is with her boyfriend so that makes you either single or stupid. You choose.

Before I could respond she kissed me. Sending shock waves throughout my body. I was lost for words. In my mind, I kissed her back but in reality, I almost swallowed my tongue. She pushed me over and sat on top and continued sucking on my bottom lip. She slid her hand in my shorts and stroked my shaft till it was rock hard. “I want you to fuck me but ima suck this dick of yours first”, she whispered in my ears. I was still confused 🤷‍♂️ like wtf is happening? Yes, I wanna fuck her but not in the bushes like this. She think me a Tarzan? Lef me good bed fi fuck pon rock stone. By the time she slid her tongue 👅 along it, I had forgotten how tough the stone was. I begged her to reconsider but she had her mind made up. She sucked and stroked till I nutted in her face. She used my shirt to clean it off, then sucked it till it was rock hard again. “Let’s go home and fuck”, she said leaving me on there legs. Too much “maskita” up yah fi fuck a bush 😂.

The moment we got home we showered and got busy. She poured condensed milk on the head and took her time licking it off while I fingered her buff of a pussy. We fucked until we were soaking wet. Kimone kept calling and we kept ignoring until she started knocking on my door 😯. Luckily our phones were on silent and the lights were turned off. I heard her murmur to whoever she came with about what she’d do if she found out we did something. She was in no position to judge us or give us a hard time for what we did. For all we knew she was busy doing god he knows what with who. We fucked again before either of us reached out to her with a poor excuse as to what had happened. When Stephanie called her to say she had reached home safe she was at a party with her friends getting wild. She told Stephanie she hadn’t heard from me all day and that she was gonna leave me for her boyfriend whenever she got through. Only if she had known what really happened. Stephanie ended up spending another two days before going home and the moment I put her on a cab, she posted a picture of us kissing on her status 🙃😏😳🤦‍♂️. This opened up a new can of worms that I wasn’t prepared for.

Kimone became a menace. She called crying and begging for answers but all I did was redirect her to her actions that she kept denying. She claimed she didn’t have sex with the guy until I told her how I fucked her cousin. The same girl that was on my phone crying started telling me how often she cheated and the “amount a hood she suck”. Gyal all block me and a hype up her duty self. But at the end of the day, I had the last laugh. I fucked both her and her cousin and got her cousin pregnant 🤰. Now Stephanie and I are inseparable and the guy Kimone used to date dumped her for someone else. Goes to show that sometimes the person you giving your all to ain’t always the one you end up with. #🌱

[lifeofbouyd]

The Quarantined Baby

Dear Bouyd,

My life has somehow become a circus and I can’t recall hiring any clowns 🤡. Where is the “un-fuck switch” when you need it most 🤦‍♂️?

Like everybody else, I was perfectly fine before Corona. Doing this 9-5 hustle and trying to keep my head above the water. I met my boyfriend about nine months before we went on lockdown and it’s safe to say that things were going great. We liked the same things, had good jobs, shared similar ideas, and we both love to fuck. He was all I could ask for in a man. Charming, loving, handsome, ambitious, caring, and he was the bomb in bed. Where can you find a man with all these characteristics today? “Who a nuh weed head a wanna be Chappa a falla backa man wid pants anda batty”. And if you do find a nice guy, he probably broke or busy trying to figure himself out. So I was lucky or blessed in other words to have found him when I did. Within three months I moved in with him and got to know him and his family better. His mom is super awesome and the best mother-in-law a girl could ask for. She spoils me and drags me around like a grandchild 😂. His dad also has a big heart but he constantly tries to get me to quit my job to help him fix trucks, and I honestly know nothing about mechanic stuff. Always yelling, “Shelly bring the monkey 🐒 wrench 🔧 come deh”. Like wtf? 😂. How that work? I honestly thought he was fucking with me the first time he said it because, in my mind, there could be no such thing. His sister Patrice was a Bitch at first but eventually, she came around. We even became best of friends. Living with them made me feel like I was a part of a family. Like I was one of them.

Patrice (the devil 😈 ) and I started hanging out often because Rojay decided she should give me driving lessons which was a good idea, to begin with, but the outcome wasn’t. I did get driving lessons but I also got auctioned off to multiple men on several occasions. She dated scammers, policemen, soldiers, and even some likle bruk pocket bwoy bwoy. Unfortunately for me, they all had friends who wanted to meet her friends which somehow became me 🤦‍♂️. Some a dem not even have style but dem want front. An dis likle commanaz gyal ha mi a meet Tom, Dick, and Harry wen me and her Breda deh. Who does that? Anyway, I played along. I entertained the conversations, took some bribes, and blocked who couldn’t work wid d program. I wanted to tell Rojay but I couldn’t. He’d ask her and she probably tells him about the money I took and the ones I entertained. Dis fucking piece a shit gyal yah 🤦‍♂️. I should have told him from the first time but then I’d probably destroy a happy family. We went to a party one night and met some young soldiers who invited us to another party at the camp base not too far away. To my surprise, it was lit 🔥 as fuck. Nothing like I expected from the people eating my tax money and appointed to protect me. Weed, liquor, and go-go in abundance. Kill me dead seh a pussy we did ago buy 😂. They kept the booze flowing and the selector was on another level. Within minutes I was soaking wet from dancing 💃 and felt as if I was running out of breath. That’s when I met Tokio.

He brought me a bottle of water to drink and one to wash my face. He looked at me in a different way than I had been used to. It was as if he was trying to look through me. He washed my face and kissed me on my forehead and walked. I felt his kiss in my tummy and right there I knew that if he was to turn back I’d skin this pussy out all over him 🤤. He was tall, muscular, and had a deep sexy voice. The kind that gives you butterflies 🦋 in your tummy and cold bumps all over. I didn’t see him again that night which made me think that I was probably drunk and or imagining things. Or maybe I was just fed up with the guys that she was trying to sell me off to. Patrice was busy having a three sum somewhere with two guys she had only met a few minutes ago (that bitch) and didn’t even bother to inform nor invite me. I had every intention of going back the next weekend but then Jamaica recorded the first positive case and everything went South. We didn’t go on the base until Around May 2020 when they kept a mask and sanitizer party. As scared as I was to go, I was excited that I’d probably see him again, and that thought was more than enough for me to forget about the virus 🦠. I was at the bar when someone embraced me from the back and gently squeezed my neck. I felt his hot breath against my ears and my pussy instantly soaked.

Tokio: You ever had a cold gun on your clit while you suck a dick before?

Butterflies 🦋butterflies 🦋 and more butterflies 🦋. I want you in ways no one ever wanted you before. I wanna fuck till you scream my name and squirt all over the place. Ima make you cum in my mouth while you suck my dick then ima flood your pussy. I could feel his dick grow against my but and I soaked even more. 1(876) 447-8386. I will be waiting for your call.

Again he walked away leaving me horny as a mother fucker 😤. Cum ran down my legs and he did nothing but brace his dick against me. Omfg 😱. I called him and I begged him to come fuck me right now but instead, he directed me to the bathroom and had me masturbate until I came several times. I went home that night with a feeling of floating. My smile was at my ears and my pussy was jumping all over the place. By the time I took my clothes off there was a knock at the door. ((((((Boooooom, boooomm, boooommmmmm))))))). “JDF, Open the door now or we’ll kick it off”, someone yelled from outside. We all panicked cause neither of us knew what to do. His father opened the door and two soldiers walked in asking for me and Patrice, Claiming we were wanted in questioning for going against the curfew. They cuffed us, blindfolded us, and sped off. I was so terrified I almost shit myself. The Jeep came to a stop and we were escorted to an unknown building (obviously 😂). The cuffs were released but the blindfold was still on. Again, someone held me from the back and this time he ran his tongue 👅 along my neck in a slippery, sloppy motion. “Told you ima fuck you,” he said as he grabbed my neck. He had me kneel before him and placed my hands on his pants to feel his shaft stretched across his pants. I was no longer in fear for my life, but I was in anticipation for his dick. He asked me to pull it out then take off the blindfold which I did with no hesitation. I looked around and surprisingly, we were the only ones in the room. He rubbed his shaft against my face a few times before pushing it into my mouth. He held my head and fucked my throat till his dick was slimy like a slug 🐌 . I had a hard time breathing but I kept my cool lol. He took our clothes off, threw them aside, and had me sit at the edge of the bed. He sucked my toes and ran his tongue wildly all over my body causing me to shiver. He spread my legs wide and moved his snake of a tongue 👅 in a motion that only god could probably explain. He licked me high and licked me low then held me by the waist on his face. I whined like a fucking go-go on his muscular face and came at least ten times before he put me down. He laid on his back then had me shut in his face while I sucked his cock. Just like he had said. He then let me ride him until he exploded from the sweetness. He fucked me, ate me and ducked me again until he flooded my pussy with hot cum.

I was too excited to even think about my boyfriend or his whore of a sister Patrice. My legs failed me the moment I tried to stand and that’s when I realized how badly I was fucked. He had me take a shower then called the guys to bring Patrice in but she was again having a three sum so I had to wait. I was sucked to my limit so the only thing I could do was to let him fuck my mouth until he came on my face. They took us home and left as if nothing had happened. But for us, we had a lifetime adventure that y’all can only imagine. We told lies as to what had taken place and his parents weren’t too pleased that soldiers came and almost kicked their door down. I wanted to tell them the truth but I’d look like a bitch so I just lied. Rojay also made a fuss out of it so I left the next morning. This gave me more time to be with Tokio and he sure made use of every second. My mouth and my pussy were his playgrounds. Before long I got pregnant 🤰. For who you ask? I ask myself the same thing every day. I still fuck them both. They both know I’m pregnant. They both think they’re the father and I’m just here wondering how did I get here. What happened to my happy life? Who should I say is the daddy, does it makes a difference? I don’t even know to be honest. I have someone growing inside of me, being watered by two different dicks and neither of us can confirm the dad. They both cum inside me, I swallowed they kids and I normally fuck one in the night and one in the day so I really can’t pinpoint who is who. Patrice still out here fucking down the place and all now she cya breed to blood cloth 🤦‍♂️. I feel like killing myself. The only way to be sure is to have Tokio do a test when the baby is born so we can be sure my child gets its rightful father. If it wasn’t for this fucking quarantine and “shitty blood cloth batty” Patrice I wouldn’t be in this position. Ima name him or her quarantine to remind me everyday of the mistake I made. 🤦‍♂️

Yours Truly,

Shelly

[lifeofbouyd]

Her Love Story

Dear Bouyd,

The worst feeling of loneliness you can have in life is the kind you get from waiting on someone else’s relationship to fail because you’re in love with their man who should have been yours alone in the first place. For the simple fact that she gets to fuck him when you’re horny and you gotta wait on him to be free to get dick, it cuts you (or in this case me) deep. They cuddle, y’all text, they make love while y’all only have occasional sex. It hurts like a mother fucker and I honestly don’t know why I stick around. Maybe it’s the sex, maybe it’s because I love him or maybe it’s how he makes me feel when he’s next to me. Whatever it is, he’s got me and I’m gonna tell you just how.

Sigh 😔.

When I first met him I thought he was the “hype” type. The kind that uses his position to push people around and get his “own way”. He seemed like a “womanizer” and Like the typical “all bark and no bite boys” that were already chasing me. I watched him flirt with all the women on his way to the coffee counter (at which I was serving) and they all seemed to be mesmerized by him, but I just couldn’t see why. He was hot, but not that hot. Although, his walk was sexy 😏. The moment he reached the counter he figured I was new and decided he’d mess with me.

Steven: Good morning. Finally, a reason to come get coffee every morning. You’re new right? I’m Steven and you are?

Me: Good morning Steven, I’m Terry. It’s my first day😏. Is that the same sweet mouth you kiss your girlfriend with?

Steven: Time will tell.

He said that with a straight face so I honestly couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if he was serious. What could he mean by that though? Did he think he stood a chance with me? Like I was some easy chick like the others he was bullshitting? 🤔 I served him, smiled, and told him to enjoy his day. I watched him disappear into the crowd and just like that I had forgotten about him. As charming as he was, I was too In love with my boyfriend to even think about him. The next morning he came and ordered his coffee, got a snack, and just left (WTF). I know I didn’t like him or anything but he could have at least complimented me on my face like every other guy did that day, but he didn’t say shit. Again he disappeared into the crowd but somehow stuck himself on my mind. I didn’t see him for a few days so I had forgotten about him again. I was so focused on getting good at my job and making some money that I had no time for fuck boys. I was cleaning the coffee machine one day and he just appeared out of nowhere apologizing for his absence and asking me on a lunch date ASAP. At first, I was a prick before accepting his apology. I acted like it mattered that I didn’t see him so he’d think I cared about him. It was my lunchtime anyway so I accepted his proposal. I expected him to speak of himself in the third person but he was cool. He had a great sense of humor and a body to die for. His arms were chiseled, his tummy tucked and his chest was squeezing away at his shirt.

Steven: I’d tell you how beautiful you are but then you might think I’m hitting on you. Not that I wouldn’t but......

Me: But....

Steven: Let me get to know you first. I don’t just want to be like everybody else. I want it to mean something when I tell you. A girl like you definitely has a boyfriend or a crazy girlfriend somewhere so I’ll be patient.

I couldn’t help but smile 😊 when he said that. I was flattered that he understood how women feel about compliments. But that just showed me more that he was a womanizer for sure. He was effortlessly smooth and his scent was an instant turn-on. He told me a little about himself and I did the same. We spoke briefly about our relationship status, likes dislikes and some other shit I can’t even recall right now. Before we knew it my lunchtime ended and I had to return to work. Like a gentleman, he held my hand and thanked me for spending time with him and said he’s jealous of whoever gets to spend quality time with me. “I hope he knows how lucky he is”, he said before walking away. Again I watched him disappear into the crowd without even taking my number. This time he took a piece of me with him and again stuck himself in my brain. I guess that’s when I started liking him. He wasn’t “jumpy”, he wasn’t typical and he knew exactly how to make me want him. As good as he was, I decided I wouldn’t give him the time of day.

As time progressed we became good friends, finally exchanged numbers, and got to know each other better. He explained how much he liked me and how he’d love to be with me but I shut him down because I already had a boyfriend. Someone I cared for and wanted to spend my life with. Plus I didn’t just want to be another go on his hit list. If I was to give this pussy up he had earn it.

Steven: Hey, you ever read a hot coffee magazine?

Me: No. I’m not that into porn.

Steven: Neither am I. I’ll bring you a copy tomorrow that will certainly change your mind. If it works, you owe me a date. If it doesn’t, keep me friend-based. Deal?

I agreed to his terms because there was nothing that a simple book could do to me that I couldn’t handle. I took the book home the next day and got to reading before I went to bed. It was so graphic that I had to call Steven. We debated whether it was real or not and if some are even possible. He had me turn to a page and stare at an image for a few seconds, then told me to close my eyes so he could read the story to me. I did exactly as he said and within seconds of his sexy voice, I was soaking wet. Like cum a couple of times wet, and he just kept going. He read his way into my life that night and I couldn’t even pretend that I didn’t want him anymore. While he was reading I was imagining him doing me the way the story said. The deep strokes and the crazy orgasms. “I’d fuck you just like that”, he said. “I’d take my time and make you feel like no one ever has, but I’ll be patient”. I guess he heard me breathing hard and figured I was turned on. “Now I’ll allow you to go masturbate to the thought and I’ll see you at work”. If he was within a walking distance I would have knocked on his door and let him enjoy the benefits of his labor but we were miles apart. Shortly after my boyfriend came and I took it out on him. I woke up the next morning to sweet texts from Steven, telling me how beautiful I was and how glad he is that we’re as cool as we are, and that just made me smile. He could light me up without even breaking a sweat but I hadn’t even said I liked him back, not once. He’d tell me how he’d do me if he got the chance and if he failed I could cut him loose with no hard feelings. But he just needed to feel me once. Sigh 😔. I loved my boyfriend and I never wanted to cheat on him but Steven was so persistent and charming in ways my boyfriend wasn’t. I guess that was the push factor.

Me: I’ve thought about it and I want you to fuck me the way you said you would. Please, please, please, don’t waste my time. If you know you can’t do what you said you would, just leave me alone.

Steven: I’m at your disposal whenever you’re ready.

Me: Weekend?

Steven: Sure

Just like that, I had a dick appointment. An appointment that changed my life and got me stuck in this shit. Sigh 😔. He wasted no time beating around the bush because he knew exactly what I had come for. We ate, showered then it was dick in motion. He came from the bathroom butt naked with his hard dick pointing at me. My pussy jumped and my breathing was uncontrollable. His abs, his chest, his dick, all in my face and I didn’t even know how to act. He placed my right hand on his dick and the left on his chest which I quickly slid to his abs. I had no idea how his dick was gonna fit inside me but there was no way I was not gonna try to take it. “You’re now mine”, he said with a smile on his face before kissing me on my shoulder. He slid my bra off with one click and slowly slid his tongue across my aroused nipples in a lingering motion, causing me to soak my underwear 🩲. He held my neck and kissed my sides causing me to sink in his bed from the feeling of intense emotion. He then ran his warm tongue 👅 across my lips 👄 a few times before giving me a deep wet kiss. By this time I had already messed myself and his bed but I was trying to hold my composure. I had never been so horny in my life. My boyfriend was good at sex but he never took the time out to get me into foreplay. It was always stick and go for about 10 minutes and that was it. I’d probably cum once but that was that. He took his time and ran his fingers along my cures as if he was trying to re-sculpt me. Gently he slid his middle finger three inches deep inside me and wiggles against my G-spot causing me to spray him with my “whipped cream” creamy pussy. He kissed me, he fingered me, he kissed my thighs and ran his tongue along my tummy and my pussy just kept getting fucking wetter and wetter. He spread my legs wide and rubbed his big, hard, jumping dick against my clit as he slowly created wet circles on my nipples 🤤. The moment he pushed the head inside my wetness I exploded. With every strike he went deeper and deeper, stretching my pussy in ways I didn’t imagine. Making me feel levels of pleasure I never knew existed. We switched multiple positions until I was numb and he hadn’t even cum yet. Something else I wasn’t used to. I was so horny that I was out of breath. He pushed my head in the bed and slid a hard pillow under my waist which exposed all my pussy to him from the back. He stroked me deep and slow, the hard and slow again. Confusing my pussy and my emotions. I begged him to cum, I begged him to fuck me, I begged him to breed me I begged him to fuck me for the rest of his life and he just kept fucking my life away from me. My pussy sprayed juices continuously causing the bed to get soaked. He turned me around, picked me up, held me by the legs, and had me hug him then fuck me till I fainted. Omg 😆. He had to run for water 💦 to revive me. I was embarrassed when I came to, but I was more than satisfied. I was back on him the moment my body calmed down and again he dicked me till I was numb, then he sprayed me with thick, white, warm cum. Within seconds after cleaning up 🧼 I fell asleep 😴 on his hunk of a chest. I was satisfied, comfortable, and fucked the hell out.

Officially we became each other’s “side piece”. Falling head over heels over some great sex for someone I didn’t even know that well. I felt him inside me for days and even when I had sex with my “bf”, he’s all I could think about. Months passed and we grew closer together and got to know each other pass second base info. He wanted me to leave my “bf” and be with him but I just couldn’t. I love him or his dick but I sure loved my boyfriend. We had more than occasional firey cheating sex. He had already met my parents and we had plans of staying together forever. I couldn’t just give that up for someone who already had someone else or some other people for all I knew. But he made me feel beautiful, he made me feel like my pussy was the best thing that ever happened to him. He made me feel like a woman and he fucked me like no one ever did before. Sigh 😔. He just made my life so fucking complicated. I’d get super jealous when I saw other girls flirt with him and whenever I couldn’t get to see him, my boyfriend got the bitter end of the stick. He invited me to a party I knew my boyfriend wouldn’t allow me to go so I told him I couldn’t go. But the moment he posted “date wanted” on his status, I changed my mind. I knew he’s have bitches lined up and I didn’t want him fucking anyone but me. And before you say I’m selfish, remember he’s the one that “looked” me in the first place. I got all dolled up for him that night and he made me feel like I was an angel. But the competition was stiff. These hoes came all out and they were all up in his face when they realized that we were there together. I had to count to ten a million times not to slit a bitch open. I was so jealous it was ridiculous. He introduced me as his girl but I wanted them to just stay the fuck away so I could enjoy the moment with my man, or their man, or our man. Whatever the fuck he was, I just wanted him to be mine alone. I overheard some girls in the bathroom saying how much he loved getting his dick sucked and how they plan on blowing him any chance they got. Sigh. I wanted to slit them open but I just held my cool. I had never sucked a dick before so I didn’t even know how I could compete with them. They were gonna suck him away and there’s nothing I could do. I watched tutorials on YouTube and I’ve seen porn but I had no practical. Sigh 😔.

I got so flustered that I started taking shots like water and within minutes I was high like a mother fucker. Ready for any and everything, but the only thing I got was two cups of soup and a few bottles of water to drench my system. Turns out he doesn’t fuck drunks so I only wasted good booze. On our way home he fell asleep and I slid his dick down my throat. I don’t even know what came over me (jealousy). I just took it out and started running my tongue all over it. I didn’t care if his friends or the other girls saw me. The only thing on my mind at that point was giving him what he loved and within seconds he was awake and hard down my throat. He was shocked 😮 and I could see he was confused at the same time. I had no idea if I was doing a good job or not. He asked me what I was doing then dozed off again. He didn’t wake until we got home and by then we were too tired to even strip to sleep. Since then I have been a badass bitch for him and a Saint for my “bf”. We just can’t get enough of each other and I just wanna be everything he wants. And to be honest I was for a second and I fucked up 😔. He broke up with his “gf”, moved me In, and got me pregnant 🤰. He had made his mind up to be with me forever and all I had to do was leave my “bf” and have his child but I couldn’t. My “bf” had already threatened to kill me if he found out I was seeing anyone else and now there’s a child inside me. A child my “bf” always wanted and I wouldn’t give him. 😔 . In the heat of all that was happening, I chose my “bf” based on our history. I had an abortion and Steven hated my guts. He begged me to keep it but I just didn’t think he'd be there for me. I didn’t feel like he was ready to settle with me even though he said he was. Words are wind and “nigaz ain't shit these days”.

Time passed and I realized that Steven was the only one who understood me. He had me do things I’ll never do for anyone else and he makes me feel invincible when I’m with him. I love him 😭, I fucking love him 😞 and I fucked up the one sure shot of “foreverness” that we’d have. Sigh 😔. I called him and I begged for forgiveness and he sure took his time before even considering it. I left my “bf” to be with him fully but now he’s seeing someone 🤦‍♂️. That someone should have been me. I should be the only one he’s fucking. The one he doesn’t wanna live without. Instead, I’m the one that waits and imagines what’s going on with them two. I’m the one who waits for dick appointments and to be honest, I wouldn’t wish this much pain on my enemy. He says he loves me, he says he cares. But the moment he heads back home I don’t even know what to believe anymore so I started sleeping with my “X” again and now, I don’t even know what to do 😭. It’s not like I had planned to have sex with him, it just happened and I can’t take it back and now Steven doesn’t even wanna see me 😔. So here I am stuck in this loop of nothingness. While she wakes up next to him every morning 😭. Sometimes I feel like killing myself but that would only exclude me from the picture for good and I Ain’t giving up. So I guess my faith is sealed. Ima just wait here until he decides to give me another shot if he ever does. I’m depressed, unappreciated, under fucked, and unloved.

I just wish he’d see how much I care for him. Look past my mistakes and forgive me. I’m only human and we all fuck up even though I seem to fuck up more than most people on a regular. I can’t undo the baby and I can’t undo the sex but I can still love him 😔. Love him the way he deserves to be loved. Sigh. They always said “you’ll never know what you had until it’s gone”, and I never understood until now. But how can I just let go of all the time we spent together, all the shit we did, all the shit he made me do? I swallowed his cum for Christ's sake. I let him fuck my throat, cum all over me and he just..... 😔. He’s....... Sigh..... I don’t even know to be honest. Whatever happens, happens. The more I think about it, the more I cry. But I’m staying right here for sure.

Yours truly,

Mel

[lifeofbouyd]

It was all due to greed

Dear Bouyd,

There’s a lot of things I did that I wish I didn’t, and I know I’ve hurt a lot of people I shouldn’t have. But I’ve come to trust no one, and I suspect everyone; so I treat everyone as a potential flight risk. Unfair, yes, but at least I don’t have the wrong expectations anymore so nothing surprises me. I’ve had nothing but misfortunes with people I thought would stay with me forever. I opened up only to get heartbroken by these pricks, which was a total waste of my time. Time I no longer have to waste.

At first sight, I found Ingrid to be very attractive. She was dressed like a married woman 💁 and had the scent of an expensive fragrance. She was of a ”slim thick” built and had a modeler kind of face. Expensive hair, lash extensions, and brows were well done. I could tell that she was expensive to date within the first minute of admiration but that only made me want to get to know her more. I tried, but, she had a bitch attitude (full of shit personality) that I couldn't stand so I didn't pay much attention to her for the first few weeks. Even though she was hot I wasn't gonna take her bullshit. Plus I had options so I could selfishly choose my pride over a pussy that might not even be worth the stress. I was willing to wait till she gets off her high horse before approaching. We exchanged a few words at a party a few months later but it didn't excel the way I expected it to. I guess it was because I already had my hands full with my X, my girlfriend who was dating one of my friends, and her friend who I was secretly dating. Fucked up, yes, but we just gotta do what we gotta do. We came to friends be a few weeks later eventually even though her attitude was shit. I guess she was too much of a turn on to not try to fuck her at least once. Not that that's all I wanted, but I'm pretty sure she’d rather fuck me than spend her money on me. So I embedded myself with the right expectations. That’s just how I saw it.

Turns out she was more than a pretty face. She was just on her last year at Med School, on her way to becoming a certified nurse. The thought of her in a nursing suite got me hot because I had always fantasized body shaking sex with a nurse. And if I played my cards right, I’d be fucking a hot one. Normally I’d beat around the bush and play mister nice guy and act as if I don’t want the pussy, but I knew for sure that approach wouldn’t cut for shit with her. She likes to be challenged. So I figured I’d be blunt and see what she decides.

Text Convo:

Me: Ingrid, you know I wanna fuck you right?

Ingrid: Everybody does. Why should I let you?

Me: Well, I have masturbated to the thought of fucking you a few times and I’d just like to fuck you, just once if possible to free my mind.

She took a while before replying.

Ingrid: I have a boyfriend

Me: And?

Ingrid: I don’t want anybody to blow up my phone or catch feelings when we fuck. If we fucking we fucking. Y’all men say y’all can chill but y’all get pussy-whipped too easily.

Me: So you wanna be fuck buds or na?

Ingrid: I’ll think about it. How am I so sure you won’t waste my time?

Me: Time will tell

Within a week we started having sex. Breath-taking, pussy bruising sex. We were fucking for so long that night that she had to use her throat when her pussy got hot. I fucked her throat and exploded on her then fucked her bruised pussy again. I just couldn't get enough of her, and as much as she was in pain she didn’t want me to stop. She didn’t give up until she was numb from exploding orgasms that had her trembling as if she was cold. We hit it off a few times after that but then she started having feelings she didn’t want to have. She started falling in love and wanted more than the occasional sex which made things complicated. She already had a boyfriend although he was overseas. He’d video call her every damn minute which was frustrating especially when I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. On the other hand, I had a girlfriend and I wasn’t ready to make my life more stressful than it needed to be. I had the same feelings but she was the one who said no strings no matter what, plus she’d stop responding to my messages whenever I said I missed her or like her a lot. She’d constantly remind me that I’m just a fuck boy and all she needs is to be fucked whenever she was in the mood. So seeing her all emotional just seemed like bullshit to me. Shit got real too quickly and we pulled the plug hoping not having sex would allow the feelings to fade. But we had only opened a new can of worms. Removing the sex and the communication made me realize I too wanted more than just her good pussy. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her, show her off, and make her happy. I was a wreck without her. In no time we were back to chilling and fucking and I got her pregnant which stressed her out. I guess she was worried about what her boyfriend would do and or if I’d be there for her and my would have been child. All that stressing and overthinking caused her to have a miscarriage and that pushed up miles apart cause neither of us wanted to move pass the subject.

A few months later we somehow became friends or fuck buds or partners again and decided we’d take a different approach than we did the last time. At some point, it was like we lived together because she was always over for days at a time, and spending all this time together made us closer than we had ever been. But to be honest, I didn’t trust her one bit. I loved her enough to be jealous and stressed out but I just couldn’t trust her. I had been in that same position too many times with girls who said they’d never leave me, and I don’t see any of them at my side right now. So as far as I knew, she enjoyed the sex and I was in love with the idea of what I wanted her to be If that makes sense.

I met another girl who promised me fun and excitement in ways I couldn’t imagine, which was highly unlikely, but I took her up on it. Hoping she knew how to keep her mouth shut and her business to herself. After having sex she became attached and wanted us to be more than fuck buds which was impossible because Ingrid would break her neck the second she found out which I briefly explained to her hoping she would comprehend. I was pretty careful covering my tracks but It was only a month before the cookie crumbled. Turns out they somehow crossed paths on a girls night out and my name came up. As I said, I had hoped she would have been able to keep her mouth shut, but she had to brag about me as if I was some prize she won at a contest. She spilled the beans faster than Judas selling out Jesus. Blind to the fact that she was spilling the details to bae who I was supposed to be faithful to after begging her for another chance. It was never a case that I wasn’t satisfied with Ingrid, I was just greedy and not thinking straight. I wasn’t even thinking what would happen after we had sex because all I wanted to do was settle with Ingrid. Make her happy and be a good boyfriend but I was insecure. I didn’t believe she could love me the way she said she did and I honestly felt like she was taking me for a “yam vine” at times. She called me the instant she found out and I couldn’t do anything but to be honest because she would’ve hurt her if I denied it. That would only get her angrier and I sure as hell didn’t want her to be fighting. I had never been caught in the act before so I was lost for words as to how to explain myself and try to make things right. She was so mad at me that she blocked me and made no attempts to have a conversation until days after. I had already ditched the other chick from that same night for the mere fact that she breached our contract, so she was no longer a problem. I explained myself as best as I could and begged for forgiveness but Ingrid wasn’t having it 😔. Just like that, she gave up on me and I don’t blame her. I have only myself to blame.

I waited for weeks hoping that she’d forgive me but she didn’t and that made me bitter. I decided I’d start fucking the other chick again for the simple fact that she fucked my life up. Seeing what happened the last time I thought she would have learned to keep her mouth shut, but I guess that was asking for too much. She wanted the world to know we were fucking and I wasn’t about that life. Plus She wasn’t stable. She was entertaining and dating other men including my friend then expecting me to showcase her as my girlfriend 🤔. I honestly don’t think she realized the irony but, I just left. I was only fucking her to get over Ingrid, but that only made me miss her more and realize the mistake that I had made. But I realized too late. I had chosen a “fling” over a “thing” and my “thing” has moved on while my “fling” is still in someone else’s bed. If I could go back in time I would unmeet and unfuck her and focus on my relationship with Ingrid; which would have probably gotten fucked one way or the other. Sigh. But I didn’t want to hurt her 😔 and now she hates me. I learned my lesson the hard way and now I’m stuck with all these emotions, and it was all due to greed.

Yours Truly,

Steve

[lifeofbouyd]

TGWTSLN

The Girl With The Same Last Name

Mmmm. No matter the angle I look at my life from, there are some gray areas that I find to be very exciting. It's always those positions or situations you know you shouldn't be in that gets your blood pumping. I have had my fair share and these gray areas haunt me. Not in a sense of regret, but more to the sense of ”I’d do that all over again”.

You ever had that gut feeling that you had to fuck someone the first time you saw them? That was how I felt about Rebecca. Something inside me just knew that pussy was gonna be mine one way or another. With one long stare, I had undressed her and made her cum several times and for some strange reason, I felt like she was doing the same. She looked at me from head to toe and back several times with a “you’re worth a second look” look on her face. She was hot 🥵. Hot enough to make a man afraid to date her but not afraid to fuck her on a daily. Something that only men would understand. She was all-natural that day. No makeup, highlighters, foundation nor lashes. Nothing but her real face and kinky hair bouncing as she walked around. Her ass was way too big for her dress if you ask me and seeing that I was gonna be her lecturer, I had all the means to scold her about. She walked by several other times making eye contact as if she wanted me to steer her to death and just when she knew she had my attention, she leaned over on a desktop in a back shot position causing me to get a hard-on. This girl was trouble and she knew exactly what to do to get to me.

Me: Ok guys, please settle down. It's now time for class. I am Mr. White and I will be your psychology lecturer for the year. Everyone, please be seated and Miss in the short dress, come to this side, please. Are you aware that your dress is short?

Rebecca: The dress is long enough but my butt keeps riding it up. I promise not to wear it back.

I watched her “wiggle” to pull it below her knees but I still decided to act difficult. I had her sit right next to me while the other students introduced themselves one by one. I paid keen attention to her breasts and her lips and imagined all the filthy little things I'd do to her. The way she sat on the chair was an instant turn on. I’d just let her sit on my dick just like that until I fill her with my kids. We exchanged small talk to break the silence between us now and then. Most of which she initiated, which brought me to the realization that she might want me too. This made my dick even harder as wild thoughts ran through my head. Days passed by and we became best of friends you could say. She’d smuggle snacks and sweets 🍭 in class because she knew I wouldn’t punish her for it. Or maybe she wanted me to. I really couldn’t decide. She’d wear the sexiest dresses and always did the most for me to see her which I did, but I was a professional. A professional at keeping my feelings in checks and masturbating to the thought of her riding me whenever I got the chance. Funny enough, I had already fucked three other girls in the class and they still didn’t make me feel the way I felt when I thought about her. Yes, I admit, it is fucked up to be thinking of her while fucking the others but I just had to. I’d fuck the hell out of them as she swam across my mind. I’d shove my dick down their throats but by the time I exploded, it was back to wanting to fuck her again. It became unbearable and the urges were uncontrollable so I decided I’d invite her over.

Turns out she was having problems with her so-called boyfriend who was cheating on her and, problems at home with her mom who was giving her a hard time. So being the gentleman I am, I came to her rescue. I gave her an open invitation and told her she could come over whenever she wanted. At first, she was “iffy”, but when I told her she could come when she’s sick so we don’t have to fuck her mood changed. She couldn’t believe I was willing to have her sleepover while me starting just to ensure that we don’t have sex. She agreed. I don’t think she had realized the long term goal at hand. Get her comfortable, warm her trust, then fuck her all the time. A game I had played in my head for weeks and I had no intentions of losing. Eventually, she made her mind up and she came. Sick, like I said she could and I didn’t try anything just like I said I wouldn’t. I ordered us pizza, got wine, watched movies, cuddled, and rubbed her tummy for her. Something her boyfriend had never done. So right there, I knew the moment she could fuck again she’d come to see me. She ended up spending four days. Instead of just one night. Three days in she gave me a hand job and made me cum on her breast. The next day she gave me a blow job which really did blow my brain the fuck out of my head. She spits, she strokes, and she doesn’t waste good cream. That fact that I couldn't fuck her made me hard as steel as I watched her work the dick like a pro.

For days I replayed it in my mind and imagined how I was going to nut in her tummy the next time she came over. I ticked her name on the register three times a week and didn't realize we had the same last name, which was strange. Because I'm usually pretty good with names. But she knew my name so she must have realized the moment I introduced myself that we could be related. Maybe she thought I knew and didn't care but there were two Rebeccas so I really didn't give it any thought. Either way, I wanted to be sure so I decided to text her.

Text

Me: What's your surname?

Rebecca: White, why?

Me: That's my surname too.

Rebecca: And?

Me: Doesn't it bother you?

Rebecca: What bothers me is that you haven't invited me over since you came on my face. Is it that you no longer want me? Let me know please so I can stop wasting my time.

A few minutes later she sent a picture masturbating and all the doubts I had dropped. I could care less of what her last name was because fucking her was way more important. If she knew and didn’t care, who was I to judge? She had already sucked my dick so we had already crossed the line anyway. I told her I wanted her more than I knew how to explain because the very thought of hugging her got me hard. I invited her over to spend a week which became a month before I knew it. Wet blow jobs, creamy sex, date nights, and great conversations got the best of us. We were young horny people trying to figure life out. And even though we wanted it to last, we knew at some point it would have to end. It ended even sooner than I had imagined and I guess it was for the best. Not how I would have ended it but I guess shit happens for a reason. She found out she was pregnant 🤰 and so did Chyn, another student of mine. They both decided they’d keep it and I had no say in the outcome. I was now stuck between three pregnant women because my girlfriend was also pregnant.

A situation I’m sure no man wants to be apart of. For days I was stressed the fuck out. Hardly eating or sleeping, showing up to classes late, and zoning out in the middle of conversations. I couldn’t tell my girlfriend I had two other girls pregnant especially seeing that one had the same last name. Luckily for me and unfortunately for Chyn, she had a miscarriage which left me with two babies on the way. Which was still too much to handle but it was still better than before so again I could relax.

Three months in Rebecca started feeling unbearable pain and had to be taken to the doctor for an examination. The tests showed that the baby was in the wrong tube and she had to make a decision. Her life stays at risk or she got rid of the baby. I advised her to get rid of the baby because it was best for all of us, not to mention her. If she was to keep it I couldn’t put my name on the birth paper because that would be rather fucked up and how would she explain to her family that she was sleeping with someone with the same last name? A hard spot to be in but a simple decision to make. She hated me for months. No texting, no talking, and no sex. She even got herself a boyfriend I had to see her with every day which hurt like hell, but I just did the same. Eventually, I fucked her several times after that because what we had stood for something, I guess. Or maybe she just wasn’t satisfied with her boyfriend. “One minute mi sick har stomach, the next minute mi a dig it out”. Even after they got engaged I fucked her pretty often until I decided enough was enough. The feelings are still there but sometimes you just have to grow up and do what’s right even if it leaves you horny. Sigh, I guess we’ll always fall in love with people who will never be ours.

TGWTSLN, I hope all is well with you where ever you are these days. I hope you’re fucked as hard as you like and cumed on the way you like ❣️I never did get over you and I never will

Your’s Truly,

Wayne

[lifeofbouyd]

Creamy Risk

Dear Bouyd,

At first sight, I hated my form teacher. He seemed rather boring and unfit for the job. He had that good for nothing look on his face with his poor attire and he was even well-groomed. To be honest, he looked like a crook to me lol. He introduced himself and promised a fun-filled year that we wouldn't be able to forget for years, which I highly doubted because he looked like a lame-ass, good for nothing to me. Although poorly attired, he did have on a very expensive watch and a designer shoes. This had me thinking there could be two sides to him or he was what I imagined him to be a crook. He had us introduce ourselves and made us speak about our best features and our fears. He claimed he would use this information as an insight to get to know us better but I still called bullshit. The boys like him and instantly because he gave good dating advice and gave insider jokes only they would understand. That made me hate him even more. The other girls seemed to dig his persona but I had my mindset on giving him hell.

The following Monday would be the first official day of school so I spent that weekend getting myself together. As an eleventh grader, I was expected to look refined and act as if the ground I walked on bowed to me. I had what all the boys wanted, and knowing that gave me an advantage. I ironed my uniform for the week and got my hair treated and clipped to rest on my shoulders. My uniform was long enough to meet the school's regulations but also short and tight enough to show my shape. I walked into class that morning smelling like an enchanted garden. I was the sexiest of them all, ”Mi Nah ask Krise”. I sat at the back of the class beside a window where I had a clear view of everyone in the class and I could also see what's taking place outside. A manly scent was in the air for a few seconds and I could feel the presence of someone coming.

Teacher: Good morning class. How are we doing today?

Class: Good morning sir. We are fine thank you and how are you?

Teacher: I'm fine as well, thanks for asking. I will be your form teacher for those who weren't here on Friday. You can call me Mr. Smith.

I was confused as fuck because there was no way this was the same guy I saw on Friday. He’s the complete opposite of what I saw. His cologne alone had me hooked. He was well-groomed, properly attired, and resembled those hot teachers you’d see on pornhub. I could see his muscles fighting his shirt and his lips seemed so kissable. Shit, I was now drooling over the man I hated a few days ago and I knew for a fact the other girls were doing the same. Most of the girls back then were typical clothespins so I knew for a fact they'd throw themselves at him. That put me in a spot. I was now forced to think of how to make him want me without making it seem I was interested in him at the very least. I told everybody I hated him and how I planned on giving him hell. This way I covered my tracks before I started rolling the dice. He complimented me on my attire which made my heart skip a beat but I played it off with a simple “So I heard”. His face dropped and I could tell I cut him deep. He would now chase me for sure. So said, so done. He gave me detention one evening for insubordination which was a bit intense but at least we got to spend time together. I sat there watching him mark our quiz papers and laughed whenever he seemed to find a response that was rubbish. Our eyes made four a few times but I kept giving him the “I really don’t want to be here right now look”.

Mr. Smith: Shenelle, why do you hate me so much? Did I do something to offend you? I just sat there mute 🤐. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him but I thought suspense would be better. You’re not like the other girls I see. You don’t y’all much, you speak proper English and you carry yourself well. If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re from a good family. I still stayed silent. I know teenage girls are normally hard to deal with and I know I might not look the type, but you can always talk to me about anything. I’ll advise you as best as possible. I have a WhatsApp study group that I would like for you to be a part of. You would be an asset to me and the other students with that brain of yours. A smile stretches across my face for the first time because he was secretly asking me for my number and acting like he was up to good deeds.

Me: If it gets me out of detention, sure

Again I could see that I cut him and I knew for a fact that he wouldn’t give up.

We started corresponding in the group as he said then we moved to personal messages over status responses and stupid questions we both knew the answers to. Within days we were flirting, professionally via messaging but at school, we were still enemies. He’d call me to ensure I got home safe and I’d call him to ask him if he needed my assistance. In sure time we were asking about each other’s personal lives and getting to where we both wanted to be. I told him I didn't have a boyfriend which was somewhat true because at the time my ”X” or my current or my call on, whatever he is was acting up. So I decided I'd fuck on him. He confessed that he wanted me and I did the same. We both wanted to be naked in bed moaning and cumin, but we had to be incognito. Time passed and I grew hornier so we had to plan to take the next step as soon as we could. The thought was easy but making it happen was the hard part. I lived with my grandparents and my grandmom was a great Warden so my movement was always monitored. I couldn't sleep out and I couldn't say I was going to the library because grandpa had his own in the basement. We hit rock bottom because there was no way we could make it happen and it couldn't be during nor after school so I kinda called it quits. But his desperation made him figure the perfect excuse to take me away. Saturday study classes. It was necessary after all so grandma allowed it. But instead of studying, I went dick taking.

He was quite the gentleman and my pussy rewarded him repeatedly. He caressed my body, sucked my nipples, and fucked the hell out of my tight wet pussy. He exceeded my expectations and had me hooked and all up in my feelings. He exploded on me like I was his bitch, showered, fucked me again the fucked me under the shower. The good for nothing man I met a few months back had me weak. We had sex at least five more times before graduation and they were all epic. I started UWI the semester after graduating which meant I’d be boarding in Kingston which was miles away from him. A sacrifice had to be made but neither of us was happy. Distance and lack of communication caused us to take a break. A break I wish I could take back. My ”X” and I were within the same vicinity so it only made sense to let him fuck me whenever I was horny. Mr. Smith would hit me up now and then but he didn't show the interest he'd usually so I didn't have the urge to go see him, plus I'm sure he had new girls fucking. I couldn't help but miss him though. He did say he would go the extra mile to fuck me again and I wanted to exploit that ”extra mile”. Seeing that I couldn't go visit him if I was to go home, I’d have to have him come to me which was super risky. But I just wanted to fuck him at least one last time.

Text message

Me: I'm coming down next weekend and I'll be staying with my grandma. I can sneak you in and have you stay in the helper's room until they're sleeping then we can move to my room. You'd have to be here by 7:00 pm and leave by 7:00 am the next morning. You said you'll do whatever it takes to see me again. Let's see if you mean it.

At first, he was hesitant because he was afraid of getting caught but once I made sure it was a do-or-die situation he was onboard. I thought he'd punk out but to my surprise, he came. We were super nervous the moment he came through the gate so we moved fast up the driveway to the back where the helper's room is. They didn't notice me leaving nor coming back into the house because they were preoccupied watching tv. He was there for about two hours before they headed to their room so I used this time to shower and get myself sexy for him. I snuck him through the house and up to my room where he made himself at home before taking a shower. As soon as he was about to start showering my grandma walked into the room to give me some cash and almost went to the bathroom thinking I was in there. I almost shit myself. If she was to push the door she surely faint when she saw him. He had no way out because the alarm was armed and my grandfather would've probably shot him before he could make it to the fence. I locked the door the moment she left in hopes of preventing any more surprises.

He wasted no time in undressing me and making me were on top of m nervousness. We hadn't had sex for five months so every touch was intense. He kissed my thighs and ran his tongue down my spine repeatedly. His dick was harder and somehow bigger than usual, curving towards the left. He made me cum so many times that I was numb. I sucked him, let him fuck my throat at the edge of the bed the fuck me hard again but he wasn't anywhere close to cumin. Every stroke sent shock waves throughout my body and I legit couldn't help screaming. He had to hold my mouth most of the time or else they would have heard me moaning for sure. He gave me a chance to catch my breath then it was back to fucking the hell out me again. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and had me spread my legs wide giving him full access to my pussy. He rubbed his long dick back and forth against my hard clit and my hole several times causing me to shake before putting it in. He went slow and deep as he sucked on my nipples, making me cul so much the bed was soaked. Thick cream pasted his dick and he repeated this motion until I felt him swelling inside me. He held me tighter so that I couldn't move and he thrust harder and harder as he was close to climax. He pulled out and rubbed his dick against my clit and cum went spraying from my navel to my face. A real hard cul shot. His jumping dick bouncing on my clit made me squirt like a broken pipe. We fell asleep right after.

He had never fucked me like that before and I wonder if that was one of those ” Makeup sex” is the best kind of situation, or if he was just happy to see me. Whatever it was I was glad it happened. It was worth the risk because he slipped out the next morning like nothing happened. I'm dying to feel him like that again but emotionally he's toxic. He claims he wants to spend the rest of his life with me but I trust his words. He's way too much of a womanizer. Good dick doesn't always come with a relationship so for now, I'll be holding my own and rubbing my clit to the thought of the Creamy Risk I took that night. I'd do it again if I could Mr. Smith, so when you see this, hit me up. I might just let you bullshit your way inside me again.

Yours truly,

Shenelle ❣️

[lifeofbouyd]

Her First Orgasm

I spotted her staring at me from a distance. She looked as if she would just eat me up if I gave her the time of day. I have thought about fucking her but I wanted to seem less interested as possible. I had only flirted with her once so maybe this was the after effect. She kept staring even when our eyes made four. It was as if she wanted me to see that she was staring me down. I didn't pay her much mind that day because I was preoccupied melting someone else brain. Causing chaos in someone else's underwear. I caught her staring at me another day so I went over and started a conversation. She told me her boyfriend had left the island a few days ago so she’s practically single till he gets back. This was convenience on another level.

Kim: I need a friend

Me: What kind?

Kim: The kind I can go out with and hold a vibe.

Me: That sounds good. I hope you find someone soon.

Kim: Most people would recommend themselves

Me: I’m not good for you

Kim: I take that as a challenge

I had just played my cards right and landed a “Friend”. A sexy one if I do say so myself. I could see her tingling with excitement when I held her hands. She stared and smiled until it felt creepy. What the fuck is she thinking? Is she fucking me in her mind right now? My dick got secretly hard (a mind erection).

Me: What you thinking bout?

Kim: A lot

Me: Wanna talk about it?

Kim: Give me your number and I’ll text you.

I gave her the digits and went back to my other project. We got to know each other over the phone, via long calls and texts. Likes, dislikes, favourites etc. I kept painting a bad picture for myself, telling her about my bipolar emotional disorder which she took for a joke. She spent hours trying to convince me she possessed the ability to “change me” and make me fall in love if we fucked. I kept smiling and wondering what she had in mind that I’ve never seen. I’ve been there done that so nothing could surprise me at this stage in life. Even though she wanted to fuck me she loved her boyfriend; her words not mine lol. They talked every chance they got. It seemed to be the perfect relationship. Long distance craving kind of relationship. But if it was why would she cheat, was there something missing from her life, or is it that she can’t be pleased? I couldn’t wrap my hands around it but to be honest, I didn’t care. Who was I to judge? After all I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to fuck my girl (if I had one for myself) if he got the chance.

Text Convo:

Kim: I like to be fucked hard from back and I hate boring sex. Can you fuck?

Me: Give me the chance and you’ll find out

Kim: I don’t want to cheat on my boyfriend and it’s not worth it in the end.

Me: I won’t make any promises

Kim: I can’t wait to feel you inside me

Well to be honest I’m not the kind who likes to fuck like a race horse. I like to take my time and build the vibe before fucking a girl’s brains out. I just feel like rushing into it kinda kills the momentum and the feeling. Yeah I know I’m a hoe but ask around, they’ll tell you. She planned to come see me on a weekend when she’d be free and I acted like I could care less if she came or not. The first couple times didn’t workout because I always had somewhere to be or someone’s girl to hookup with. I finally reserved a weekend for her so we could get it over with because she was about to catch a fit. I got the place all cleaned up and smelling like a massage room. I found us a movie to watch while I texted my life away. I could actually feel her watching me; it was as if she was confused. She was used to guys all over her but I just laid there on my phone with not a care in the world as to what was going on. She held my leg and stared at me while I texted.

Kim: You seem to be shy. Are you always like this?

Me: I’m allowing you to enjoy the movie and make yourself at home

Kim: I got a tv at home. I came for you to fuck me.

Me: 😏

Kim: Don’t let me force you if you don’t want to. I kept texting and stared at her through one eye. She reached for my dick and I grabbed her hand.

Me: I thought you said we just gonna chill today. What changed?

Kim: I know you wanna fuck, stop acting up.

She turned the tv off and came over. At that point I realized she meant business. I ditched my phone and started giving her my attention. She laid on her belly and I watched her ass fighting to get out her jeans. I gave her wet kisses on her shoulder while I slowly took her clothes off. I slowly rolled her blouse up while I planted lingering wet kisses along her sides. I ran my tongue along her waist as I pulled her pants off. ((( heavy breathing)))

Kim: Bouyd…… please stop…. your driving me crazy.

Hearing her say that was like gas to my adrenaline. I lingered across her waist again once I realized the effect I had on her body. Every kiss I planted her body shook, she squeezed the bed and moaned as if I was already deep inside her. She was soaking wet long before I even took her clothes off. I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue across one nipple while massaging the other with my hand. Her pussy was dripping wet and her body shook as if she was experiencing a tremor. It was like a phone ringing ((((vibration)))). I slowly ran my middle finger up and down her clit while watching her shake as if she was about to cum. I squeezed one finger in while sucking on her nipple and giving her wet kisses. I could see her struggling to keep it together. She could hardly take my shirt off when I told her to. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I held my hard dick and slapped her with it. I rubbed it on her leg, her clit and at her wet entrance. Teasing and starving her, making her yearn for the dick.

I slowly slid it in and seductively sucked on her nipples while she tried whining to the root of my stump. I watched her eyes roll back every time I stroked her. She pulled her hair, she pulled the sheets, she bit her lips. Damn, she was all in 100% . She was enjoying my unorthodox sex. I placed her foot on my shoulder giving me full access to her pussy. I slowly shoved my dick as far as it could go. With every stroke she squeezed harder. “Harder, harder, fuck me harder”, she screamed. I started driving my hard dick down her belly and smiled at her expression. I’m the kinda guy who’ll legit laugh at you while we having sex. “Cum all over my dick, make it creamy”, I whispered in her ears. She had told me she never had an orgasm before and I was determined to be her first. I started fucking her even harder, pushing my dick deeper inside her.

Kim: Babe…… I…. I….. I wanna pee

Me: You’re gonna cum babe. Let it out. Cum all over my dick.

Kim: I….. (((heavy breathing))) can’t hold it.

She started wriggling like she was having a convolution (fit). I pushed harder and harder, trying to make her climax. She held me tight as if she would never let me go while I kissed her shoulder and massaged her nipples.

Kim: Babe mi ago piss up, mi can’t hold it no longer to bloodclaat.

I could feel the hot cum running out. She was having an orgasm for the first in her life. Two years of sex with her boyfriend and she had never had one. She pushed me out while she vibrated like a ringing phone. Her eyes rolled back as as screamed and held the pillow tight between her legs. She was confused. This was way too much pleasure for her to bare.

Kim: Bouyd mi cum, mi cum to “bloodclaat”. Mi caa believe mi cum. How the fuck you do that?

I just sat there with my steel hard dick looking at her and laughing in my mind. I fucked her brains out like I said I would, I made her cum. I realized that moment that she was gonna get clingy but I didn’t mind. I had just won me a new trophy. When she finally came to the realization that she just had an orgasm, she jumped right back on the dick. She rode like a rodeo and kept cumin as if it was a sport. She didn’t stop until she was numb. It’s as if she had found a new toy that she didn’t wanna put down. I fucked her again in the morning and again she came several times. She couldn’t contain the feeling. She fell in-love with the dick. Even after finding a boyfriend she fucked me several times before fucking him, and whenever he was acting up, she’d come see me to set her mind free. He just kept turning her on for me and I was always grateful; especially when he got her angry, I was her calming pill. To be honest I loved fucking her as much as she loved to cum. But like everything in life, it eventually came to an end. Life changes I guess. But it was fun while it lasted.

This made me realize long distance relationships don’t cut for shit. Someone will fuck your bitch the moment you turn your back and she’ll still make you feel like you King of the Hill. Let that sink in.

[lifeofbouyd]

Apples sweet 16

At age seven I met who I thought would someday be my wife, Apple. She was an angel. I met her at uncle's favorite bar with her friend Vanessa who seemed to always have her head up her ass. While the other kid was running up and down like wild animals, they just sat there, being pretty. I noticed them from a distance for a while before finding an excuse to get close. When they weren’t looking I purposely kicked the ball in their direction to get her attention. The moment our eyes made four, I went over.

Me: Hey, you’re pretty.

Vanessa: Apple doesn’t like you

Me: I wasn’t talking to you.

Apple just sat there smiling as if she was crazy.

At least I had made her smile and that’s all that matters to me. I went back to playing with the other kids and I remember our eyes making four each time I looked around. She’d just smile like she was crazy and it would melt my heart to think that she thought of me. For days I wondered if it was possible that she didn’t like me like Vanessa said, and if that was the truth, why? I was no Prince Charming for sure but I did have on some pretty cool gears that day. I hadn’t seen her until like a month later when uncle and I went to her aunt's bar. We were both shocked and happy to see each other again. No Vanessa, no noisy kids, just us. This girl was right under my nose without my knowledge. She was my next-door neighbor. We played for a while and got to know each other better. Asking stupid questions that seemed important back then. Boasting who was better at writing and other seven years old bullshit. Her house became my regular hang out spot. I’d rush to her house every day after school before even doing my homework. It's safe to say I was way more interested in “dugu dugu” which wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon. Her aunt allowed her to visit now and then but uncle ensured we stayed in sight. Maybe he knew that I’d be a perv someday. One day she came over and we were playing as always, but I decided to be a hero and make the first move.

Me: wanna be my girlfriend?

Apple: I am your girlfriend.

I stood in amazement for a while, (((mute))) with no idea in the world as to what just happened. Bouyd, Bouyd, say something for God's sake.

I just kept staring at her and smiling because I hadn’t fully thought it out in my head. Officially my first girlfriend. Apple and I were meant for each other or so I thought. We broke up more times than I can count but somehow we always got back together.

We didn’t see each other for about four years because she had changed school and lived with some other family. She returned a teen and by turning a teen she became the most wanted girl by the boys in the streets. For me “Shrek” this was a stiff competition. These guys were prized bulls or Prince Charming as some would call it. And me, well hmm; let’s just say I was not in their league. The difference between me and these guys was, I was King of words and I could talk my way in a woman’s heart. They had pretty faces and Poor “gyallis” traits. She did date a few due to my lack of consistency and sometimes care thereof. I wasn’t the best of boyfriends nor was I the kind to beat a woman for seeing another man. I was always the kind to say “do what makes you happy” because I didn’t and still don’t feel the need to try to control a woman.

I remember us planning her sweet sixteen birthday party for months. Ensuring it was the best of the best. She was my “Queen” and I felt the need to make her feel special. She had broken up with this guy down the street because she found out he was cheating on her. I was already a hoe in the streets but She was always my top priority so I wanted to beat him up, but she kept begging for him. Eventually, I left him alone. She wanted cake, music, decoration, and people, which was an easy pull for me. I Invited all my friends and she did the same. We expected to have a blast and that we did, or they did or whatever happened. I got shaved, took a very long shower, and got dressed as if I was going out with a celebrity. I had already sent her a really nice birthday message in the morning and I had made a birthday card that I planned to give her later on that night. I alerted my friends and headed to my, and I quote, “girlfriend’s” party. I guess it’s safe to say this was my first official heartbreak.

Let me set the scene. Place nicely decorated, pretty cake, booming music, lots of friends and a pretty girlfriend. The prettiest there was for miles. Life doesn’t get better than that for a guy at my age back then. She was beautiful. Her tiara reflected the lights at us lighting up the place like a disco light. I had never seen her this dressed up before. Beautiful was an understatement. I fell in love with her all over again.

My friends and I were busy drinking and holding a vibe until it was time for me to help her cut the cake.

Apple: It’s time to cut the cake guys, everyone gather round.

I got up from my seat feeling like a King only to get the shock of my life. The same nigga I wanted to beat so bad was standing beside her about to help her cut the cake 😞. ((((What the fuck)))).

Stunned and ashamed, I watched him help her cut her sweet 16 cake (deep breath). She said we’d do it together, she said she loved me, she said they weren’t together. Then why the fuck is he there and I’m here looking like a fool? Did I do something wrong, am I missing something? Tears filled my eyes as my friends started to laugh. “Man tek weh yuh gyal”. Believe me, I don’t think there’s been a night worst than that.

Apple: Cake anyone?

Me: Nah, I’m full.

I thought of starting a fight several ways but I was too ashamed to even drink another glass of water.

Friend: Apple’s looking for you Bouyd, what you gonna do”?

Me: Fuck Apple, who the fuck she think she is? I hate her. Ima fuck this party up.

((Bouyd, Bouyd)). I heard her calling but I pretended to be hard of hearing.

Apple: Bouyd I need to talk to you.

Me: about what

Apple: About all this

Me: Apple leave me the fuck alone. You just embarrassed me in front of everyone.

Apple: I’m sorry.

Me: at which point did you become sorry? Before or after he helped you cut the cake or was it while I was helping you plan your birthday?

Apple: I didn’t mean to hurt you Bouyd

Me: Just leave me the fuck alone. I don’t ever wanna see you again.

I ate my heart while saying that to her. I watched her cry her eyes out while my heart grew cold in my stomach. (((Deep Breath))) I had flashbacks of her cooking and singing for me; even crying on my shoulder whenever she needed someone to talk to. I was always there every time someone hurt her. She’s supposed to love me, she said she did. I walked away that night and I never stopped to look back. Ashamed & broken-hearted I decide no one will ever get close to me again. I made myself a vow that night; I’d never open up to anyone, not even if they cried me a River. Since then I’ve found it really hard to connect to my emotional side and whenever I was able to, my heart only got battered worst than it already was. I got so used to hurting people and shutting them out I couldn’t tell the difference between who was real or not. The sad part is we eventually winded up back together; but my inability to love her the way I should, resulted in her heart being broken.

They say karma is a bitch, an eye for an eye. But I really did love that girl and even though she hurt me, she didn’t deserve what I put her through years later. The truth about life and love is, somethings you’ll never be able to get over or let go of. Sometimes we’ll wind up meeting the right person at the wrong time and that shit can mess you up, literally.

[lifeofbouyd]

How it all began

On an ordinary day just like any other, I was busy being a bad boy. The only thing I was sure of how to be back then. As bad as I was, most times I was lonely because even bad boys need a girlfriend right? My crush crossed my eyes. I had seen this girl a few times and no matter how close we were to each other I wasn't brave enough to approach her. I had considered her my girl for as long as I can remember. Long before I even knew her full name. I guess you can say I'm a pervert or maybe I was just obsessed with the idea of having her. Ariana was no ordinary girl or at least to me. She wasn't the regular nasty nosed, nappy head, poorly attired, dirty shoes sixth grader. She was rather refined and matured which allowed her to stand out. Occasionally she'd watch me play marble and or cricket with the boys and she'd She point me out to her friends. I wondered if she was sharing my crazy dream or if she was saying I looked stupid playing. A mature girl like her would ”highly unlikely” be interested in me. But if given the chance, I would change for her. I'd keep my pockets and my knuckles clean. I'd stop hanging with the boys on a whole. I had to make a move Sooner or later so I wrote her a letter expressing my crush for her and my interest in filling the ”Boyfriend” position in her life if that was up for grabs. Surprisingly, she claimed she likes me too and wanted us to meet up after school to talk things over.

I was so happy I had forgotten I already had a girlfriend, Nicki; who I’d normally walk home with. Nicki too was mature and considered a must-have amongst us dirty pocket, untied shoes, poorly attired boys. I tried to turn Ariana down but she decided it was now or never so I had to think fast. How to ditch Nicki without suspicion and meet up with Ariana without anyone noticing? This was too much drama for an 11-year-old. I was no Prince Charming if I do say so myself self and I was now stuck between two mature girls with my ”Joopy” self. I had to think fast. How do I pull it off?. Who do I choose, can I have my cake and eat it too?

Teacher: Bouyd, Bouyd, hello. Bouyd, are you ok?

How fucking perfect. If I said no, I could ditch Nicki and meet up with Ariana.

Me: No miss, my head is killing me.

Teacher: Ok you can put your head on the desk then.

Instantly I got a note: I’ll walk home with my friends since you’re sick ok”. Unexpected, but perfect. Ariana and I met that evening at the pump house which became our chill spot. We only hugged after talking for a while but in my head, I just had perfect sex (dugu dugu). I was a horny little boy to begin with so that was expected. We went discreet for a while until she gave me my first kiss. I had lied that I was a good kisser when she had asked, but when push came to shove I froze like I was water in the freezer. Gently she sucked my lips off causing my brain exploded like fireworks. Laugh at me if you must. But for the first in my life, shit got real. I hadn’t kissed Nicki yet because I was too much of a shy guy plus I didn't know how to do nothing more than (Chups). If Ariana hadn’t kissed me that day I doubt that I would have had sex before twenty.

She had me good. Doing stuff I thought I’d never do. Would you believe if I said I was the kind of guy to write love letters? Two full pages expressing my feelings that are now extinct. Shit, I can’t even believe it myself. Ariana and I wrote to each other every day and exchanged letters during lunch. You could say I was the William Shakespeare of love letter writing. I never imagined that we’d ever break up or that someone could make me feel way better than she did. Jenifer started attending our school the next semester and my Life changed in an instant. For some reason, she had a liking for me and I had realized that Ariana already had an older boyfriend and so did Nicki. So you see, I was a sideman from a tender age without my consent. Jenifer wasn't the girly girl. She was physically rough like a boy but she was damn pretty. We did everything together. We even played cricket. I started seeing her so much I forgot about my life before she came. Like a fairytale relationship, it kinda just appeared. We dated for a while and she was amazing but eventually, I ended up with Ariana again. Ariana claimed we were meant to be. I wonder what she says now when and if I ever cross her mind. As inseparable as she said we were, she was still with her boyfriend. I am as confused as you are right now because looking back on it makes me wonder if I was sleeping. Maybe I was built as a side piece and only women can see this Innate ability of mine.

It was time for me to graduate and she couldn’t make it for some reason or the other. Felecia, her best friend was there. She came just to see me. Well, at least that’s what she said (typical bullshit). I had always wanted her. She had big tits, a nice ass, a pretty face, and some lips I was dying to kiss. We exchanged numbers and by the time I got home she had already sent me credit so I wouldn't have an excuse not to message her. She was the kinda girl to give gifts and I was the kinda boy who didn't mind getting them. Eventually, I ended up stuck between the two. I couldn't decide who I loved versus who I wanted. They chose for me when they decided to fight and pull each other's hair out. I dodged them both because I'm not the kind of relationship drama. And on top of that, I was already on my way to become a famous hoe at high school. Being the only boy in my class at that time who had ever had sex made me popular amongst the girls. I ended up taking both their V-Cards and when they found out they wanted my head on a stick. I was still the sideman to both of them so I really couldn’t see through the dilemma or jealousy that they were expressing.

Since then I’ve questioned a lot of things that women do and say. They somehow seem to think it’s ok to be in a relationship with someone else and still have you for themselves. That’s rather selfish if you asked me. But being the sideman I have been since day one, I guess I’m in no position to complain. Life lesson learned, never date two best friends unless you’re getting a threesome or you can be sure that they can keep their mouth shut.

[lifeofbouyd]

Our Little Secret

Overhearing a conversation

Nyoka: A yuh man Breda dat Eno gyal. A him a fuck d brown gyal rouna shop deh suh. Mi hate the gyal like poison eno. A Wanda if him wuda deh wid me an Mek it bun d gyal?

Shan: Mi ago Mek him Breda introduce unu cah mi no like the gyal eda.

A smile stretched across my face as they continued to talk. I just stood there pretending to be texting so I wouldn’t seem too suspicious. At that time I was only in the 8th grade but I had already mastered the art of picking up chicks. Nyoka was the kind of girl who’d fuck you just so your girlfriend would feel hurt and leave then dumps you after the game is played out. She was at least in the 10th grade with Shan whom I had my eyes on since day one. Too bad my brother beat me to the punch because she was more into older guys. My brother is the kind of guy who always found a way to charm his way into these girls draws, even when he’d already fucked most of their friends. In their eyes he was perfect and I was the tyrant. I admired him for his personality and hoped that at some point I could fill the shoes he was walking in. A wish I wish I had never made because having the gift sometimes can often be a curse. A few days passed and my brother introduced us, claiming she had told him she had her eyes on me for a while. I humored her, knowing her intentions which aligned with mine perfectly. I was quite the gentleman and she was generous enough to have sex with me that night. I had every intention to fuck her but the moment she took her pants off I was nervous as hell. She was a certified deep throat god and her street record was that to be afraid of. I had heard most of the guys in the community had fucked her already, but even if they did, she had a brand new pussy walking around with.

Unofficially she became my girlfriend, at least that’s what she saved her name as. I guess she hoped it would cause chaos if she was to call while I’m with my actual girlfriend. Shan and I eventually got closer because we saw each other all the time, went places together without them, and sometimes even spent quite a while on the phone talking about them. At the time she was living alone because her mom was hardly ever there and she did authorize me to sleep there anytime I wish (just to keep her company). Sounded like a fun deal but I had my brother sleep there seeing that she was his girl. However, my brother's girlfriend lived like four houses away so he thought it’d be too much of a risk for him, and being the caring brother that I am I accepted the offer to stay. My girlfriend was also relatively close by so I had to be very careful with my actions. I couldn’t stay at my girlfriend's house past seven because that’s the time her mom would be home, and I had to see Nyoka after school in the evening so I made a schedule. Lunch with Shan (brother’s girl), meet up with Nyoka (unofficial girlfriend), see my girlfriend before seven, and then go sleep beside Shan (Brother’s girl ). The only way I didn’t sleep there was if my brother decided to take the risk.

I remember sleeping over every night for at least one month straight because they seemed to had been in some kind of argument or typical relationship drama kinda shit. She kept asking me if I thought he was cheating and I kept telling her no because he technically wasn’t cheating on her seeing that she wasn’t the first girl in the picture. So technically I didn’t lie to cover up for him, I just analyzed the situation from a different angle. Most of the nights she slept beside me she had nothing on but a big t-shirt which I found sexy as hell for some strange reason. She wasn’t ugly and she was sexy as hell so of course I’m gonna look. After all, the bro-code says look but not touch and that’s all I did. She’d feel me up at nights when she thought I was asleep and I acted as if I didn’t know which was rather stupid because I wanted to fuck her even though I shouldn’t. Why would she even do that in the first place? She’s my brother's girl and I’m her friend’s fuck boy and her enemy’s boyfriend. I couldn’t tell my bro because I’m sure he wouldn’t believe me, and then she’d take me for an informer and a fool. She’d slip her hands in my shorts while she masturbates and I could feel her pain as she climaxed. She held me tight and took deep breaths as she sank herself deep in the bed, making a mess as if she had peed herself.

We got home soaked from school one late evening and thought it’d be fun to shower together seeing that we were both already soaked. We helped each other undress and our eyes caressed each other’s body slowly. I poured the shower gel on her shoulder and watched it run to her breasts before creating circular soap motions all over her perfect body. I could feel her shake every time I touched her sensitive spots and this made my dick hard enough to push a house down. She lubricated her hand with the shower gel and started stroking my shaft slow and tender. Making me feel like I was getting heads. My legs were shaking, my heartbeat was off the charts and I was confused as fuck as to what to do. I held her hand and begged her to stop even though I didn’t want her to. I was hoping in the back of my mind that she would stop but she kissed me and that was it. She fucking kissed me, who does that, why would she? I know why she would but still, why would she? She braced next against the wall and slid my dick in her warm embrace causing me to cum prematurely inside her. My dick by then was harder than it was before and she made use of every single inch until she couldn’t cum anymore. She had her desire fulfilled and I had my sexual appetite open. I wanted more, I wanted to fuck her for all those times she masturbated and jerked me off when she thought I was sleeping. I wanted to fuck her just for being sexy and she wanted me to fuck the hell out of her too, so who was I to judge? I kept it a secret from my bro, her friend, and my girlfriend who was her enemy and she did the same. The only problem was we didn't wanna see each other with anybody and that had us making excuses to stay together and cut everybody else out.

Initially, it was a solid proof plan but you know how women and their emotions are from time to time. Not saying that to point any fingers but y’all women know what I mean. She became clingy and that’s where the cookie started to crumble. We went on our annual beach trip the following summer and she beat the shit out of my girlfriend (her enemy) and her friend (my side chick) because they were been too friendly with me while she was stuck with my bro who was just flirting with other girls. If I could have sunk my head like an ostrich I would have because I felt ashamed of what had happened and she could have cared less because she wanted me for herself at any cost. I could see that my brother was furious but he didn’t say a word, he just walked away and that was the end of them. Our little secret became a scandal. To some I was a star, to others I was a fucked up brother. But to her, I was the love of her life while it lasted. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know how or why we broke up. It just happened naturally. If I said I didn’t like her or cared about her feelings or wanted to settle down with her I’d be lying. But shit happens. Accept it, embrace it, and move on. Life will surprise you just when you think you know it all. Just when you think you have all the answers life calls, checkmate. Make memories while you can because, at the end of the day, that’s all you’ll have when the night falls.

[lifeofbouyd]

[lifeofbouyd]

If He Only knew

This story was made up and in no way reflects true-life events. At least, that’s what the disclaimer says.

As much as I’ve played the victim, sometimes played the villain, and the only reason I did, was to measure up to the bullshit that I had been through. Too often I’ve been taken for a fool and it was a result of my reluctance to questioning the red flags 🚩 that I had become accustomed to. At the end of the day, I’m always busy with someone else so why worry about a relationship that’s probably just based solely on sex? It didn’t and still doesn’t make any sense to me so pardon me if I’ve ghosted you while dating you. The fake gold (relationship) shines brighter these days and I really don’t have the tube to waste. Past experiences have made me who I am, so before you come with the bullshit, “gather yuh damn self”.

Orane: Meet my friend Bouyd. Bouyd meet my girlfriend Princess.

We smiled at each other for a moment or two trying to get the initial nice to meet you greetings across. I took notice of her from head to toe and then toe to the waist, to butt, to lips. Capturing every single detail in a glimpse of my eye. I watched her as she did the same and ran her tongue across her lower skip then swallowed hard. In that instant, we had liked the idea of what we could be and if he wasn’t there I’d probably take her number. We played it cool and acted as if we didn't feel the shock run through our veins while we stared each other down.

Me: I'm a comedian, I hope you have great humor. I tend to crack jokes that are solely based on one's imagination.

Princess: Nice to meet you too. I have just enough space to squeeze you in whenever you feel like. Pun intended.

We both laughed out loud as if we were crazy and Orane stood staring at us as if he was lost. She has just enough space 🍑 to squeeze me 🍆 in whenever I feel like was an obvious invitation to fuck her. I played with the idea in my head over and over until the idea of her made me horny. For weeks to come, we grew closer and closer to each other. Fantasizing in what we could possibly do. She had the best blow job jokes and boasted how good she was at riding dick and God knows I wanted to nut in her. So hard, so deep. We started spending more and more time together because he was hardly ever around and I was always there when she needed someone. I was her best friend, her shoulder to cry on, and her sense of strength when he made her feel like shit. As badly as I wanted to fuck her, I didn’t wanna be the fucked up friend and fuck his chick. He repeatedly said he didn’t want her and I should fuck her if I could but I knew he was only saying that to find out if I was already fucking her. Truth is I don’t know why people always say “you can have them if you want” when they really want to hold on to what they got. Fuck the gyal man, easy pussy that you zeet, he would say. But she wasn’t easy pussy, she just liked me just as much as I liked her. Plenty of guys were chasing her but she just wasn’t interested in anyone else.

I remember them having an argument next door one night about who was texting her phone and how many friends she should have, and whatnot. I didn’t pay much attention to them because it wasn’t my place to impede. Our dorm mom came and separated them and sent her to my room to cool off but that was what the devil had planned all this time. The perfect moment to mess our brains up for life. She came over with honest intentions of taking a shower and spending the night. Or at least, that’s what she said. She sat crying on my chest for a while as I played in her hair trying to cheer her up and make her smile.

Princess: Why can't he be more like you and make me feel appreciated, why does he always do this to me? Mi ago fuck pon him and him ago mad, seh bet. A bet the whole school laugh ata him when them hear? Mi done talk to blood cloth.

She got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She came out with nothing but her towel on and stood looking in the mirror for a few seconds then sat beside me on the edge of the bed staring at the tv. She rolled under the covers and braced her ass against me causing me to get super hard. A Wanda if she know mi wi bus a quick fuck pon har?

Princess: I want you to fuck me like I’ve heard you fuck those other girls. I want you to cum on my face and video me. I don’t care if he finds out. I thought about it for a second before I replied because she was my friend’s girl, but she was so damn sexy and appealing. I wanna feel you deep inside me, I wanna scream your name. Fuck me Bouyd, fuck me as you’ve always wanted to, fuck me like you miss me. I know you want to fuck me as much as I wanna fuck you. Ever since I met you all I can think about is you especially when we having sex. I even called him your name and had to draw for a cover-up real quick. I had to tell him that you’re gonna hear me screaming but after all, you hear me scream your name. Can I please swallow your dick, please? Can you please fuck my throat?

No to bombocloth, a weh dem get da demanz yah man. She really come fi get fuck tonight. I watched her kiss my ankle and ran her tongue along my legs. I begged her repeatedly to stop but she wouldn’t. I tried stopping her, I think. But she had her eyes set on the prize and she was going to stop at nothing to get it. we wrestled for my shorts until she started biting my dick through my shorts. Slow, tingling, teasing bites causing my dick to jump even harder. I gave the fuck up, literally 🤣. She had one hand under my shirt carrying my chest and the other squeezing my dick gently in my shorts while she ran her teeth along the head. She pulled my clothes off as if she was about to rape me. It was intensifying. She started sucking my dick hard as I held her head and fucked her throat. I exploded in her mouth and watched her swallow every drop as if her life depended on it. She was moaning like I was deep inside her, she spoke a language only my dick understood. I placed her flat on her back and spread her legs wide, “slapping” her aroused clit with hard shaft before forcing my way in. At that moment she was no longer my friend’s girl, she was mine. I knew it, I felt it, and I knew she felt it too. We fucked until we were numb, sweat ran down our bodies like broken pipes and a great feeling of satisfaction rested on our minds.

What we had done was undoable and it was a mighty secret to keep. We couldn’t tell him for starters and we couldn’t tell anyone that could possibly bring it back to him so the only persons who actually knew were us. We fucked every chance we got anywhere we got the chance. Even if his room while he was bathing. Eventually, I didn’t feel bad because I found out he was busy chasing my girl that was busy chasing me 🤦‍♂️. Shit got real when she got pregnant and he always used a condom. He beat her half to death and ended yo getting kicked off the premises by our dorm mom. As unfortunate as it was, it was very fortunate for me because she was now staying with me. I flooded her day in, day out and no matter how many times he asked, I still kept saying I never fucked her. But if he only knew what we did he’d probably kill himself. She lost the baby and they eventually made up but he and I ain’t friends no more so I still fuck her every chance I get. He thinks he the don but “If he only knew”.

[lifeofbouyd]

The Vows We Make

Dear Bouyd,

Life is full of surprises, some of which we really wish never occurred. I didn’t plan on doing most of the things I’ve already done, things I’m currently doing, or will end up doing in the future, but life happens. Whatever comes, I’ll embrace it, whatever I’ve already I accept it and whatever I’m doing now I just have to live with it.

I was only sixteen when I met my husband, young, shy, and innocent. I didn’t even know what love was supposed to feel like or look like cause no one took the time out to explain it to me. It just happened, we “zinged”. Of all the boys that were chasing me back then he was the only one that seemed worth getting in trouble for. My mom would always say “treasure your virginity because when he leaves, you can’t take it back”. I had no idea what she meant by that at the time as I had no real insight on sex nor virginity. All I knew was that there was a different kind of feeling in my chest for him and I wasn’t gonna let anyone or anything take that away from me. We decided on my seventeenth-birthday that we would have sex and we’d spend the rest of our lives together, which only seemed feasible because I was giving him something I could never take back if he was to leave me. Of all the places I had imagined losing my virginity, the abandoned outside toilet wasn’t one; “but when a time fi fuck, a just time fi fuck”. It was fucking hot and it felt like my pussy was falling out, but eventually, all that pushing made me as slippery as an Ochro. Pain became a pleasure, and pressure became orgasms. I wanted him inside me every day after that. It was as if I couldn’t live without a dick, my new found addiction, the sweet drug. I’d sneak him in my house whenever I couldn’t and when I couldn’t, we’d fuck anywhere we could.

We got separated when I started college due to the long distance and the lack of communication thereof. We started seeing other people but as soon as I was done with college and came back home for good, I made it my point of duty to chase away all the strays and reclaim what was rightfully mine. After all, we did say forever, right? We were inseparable, the perfect couple, or at least that’s what I thought. Turns out he was still holding on to his ragidy ass hoe that was holding him down in my absence and I was about to have it. I created hell and he decided he wanted to be with me (as if he had a choice push). He apologized and proposed, offering me the rest of his life for my virginity that he was holding on to for me. A few months later we were happily married and pregnant. The perfect guy, the wedding I had always wanted, and a baby on the way. Life was good until I searched his phone one night. He had a whole other life with someone else. How could he, why would he? Wasn’t I good enough? Didn’t I suck him good enough, wasn’t he pleased by cumin on my face ever so often. What exactly was I missing? She ain’t even as sexy as I am. I asked him about it and he denied it repeatedly, claiming she was a friend. But even if she was, why was she sending him naked pictures? Why was she posting him on social media as a couple? I was stressed the fuck out and all he did was lie to me. I could have lost my child due to the stress I was undergoing, I could have died 😔.

He claimed they broke up and he was in it to win it this time. He again convinced me to stay with him which I am still, but he still cheats on me with that same girl. Sometimes I fee Ike he’s cheating on her with me and I’m the one with the ring. He was around for a month or two after the baby was born but he’s been on the road ever since and when he does get the time to be at home he just wants to open my legs for a few minutes then leave again. He was living the life I should be living with her and he expected me to be ok with it. For months at a time, I was horny and desperate, lacking love and affection, not to mention dick. I felt like shit within myself self so I decided two can play that game. I started entertaining people who made me feel wanted and appreciated. People who checked up on me several times a day and made me a priority. I slept with my friend Rajay twice which was fun but then it just felt so wrong. I am a married woman so why do I have to go out to be pleased? I tried again to fix our relationship and he only stayed for a month before leaving. I met Steve who then owned a pharmacy and hired me to assist with clearing the prescriptions but we ended up doing way more than that. I was his occasional the course meal on the counter and he’d fill me with cum every chance he got. He still does whenever I give him the time of day but I’m really trying to get my life together. If only I was getting from my husband What I was getting from Steve them all would be well. But I don’t see him making any effort.

I just feel like I am trapped by a ring and a few vows I made to a man that was supposed to love me for the rest of his and or our life. Somehow something changed and he has his eyes set on someone else. I’ve tried everything to be the best wife there is it could ever be, but unfortunately, all my efforts are unnoticed. I get told I complain too much, I overthink, and I overreact. No love, no affection no fucking care; and I place emphasis on the fuck because I wasn’t getting any. I give good fucking heads, I know just how to make him nut. I nurse him in his time of need and I always look out for his best interest. I keep forgiving him but he keeps doing the same shit and I’m beyond that stage in my life. I am beyond settling but he keeps holding me hostage, filling my head with a fairytale that will never come through. I wanna be a family, settled, living good and happy; but I’m forced to settle by marriage to my husband and bound to Steve for my sexual needs. My child spends more time with Steve than with the so-called husband slash father. What if she starts calling him dad? My husband would surely kill me with his service pistol, but can he really blame me though? A few minutes of sex every few weeks just doesn’t cut the cake for me. The way I see it, it’s best to keep doing what I’m doing so I can stay afloat. In his mind no one else in this world wants me but if he only knew the kind of freak I was to Steve he would rethink his short strays. I only regret not holding on to my virginity a little longer and not saying yes when he proposed.

The vows we make will come to haunt us at some point. My advice to anyone who wants to get married or settled down is to think it over. Take time to get to know the person because the moment the relationship gets committed it gets complicated. On the other hand, complicated doesn’t mean it can not be fixed. Some struggles build strong women and I can attest to that because as far as he knows, I’ve been a yam head and I would never cheat on him even though he treats me like shit. But to be honest all I want to be is a wife and I guess I just have to keep fucking Steve until my husband gets his act together. I just honestly pray he doesn’t get me pregnant because that would be another drama I’m not mentally prepared for. Although, I should get pregnant just to make him feel like shit. A pregnant wife that he ain’t even fucking sounds way worst than a wife of a husband who doesn’t sleep at home. But he’d probably kill me and Steve would probably say it’s not his so either way I take it it’s a gamble. An unfortunate situation I wish I could have avoided. I don’t know just how much more I can take. I have given him all my life and I only have a ring and a child to show. No love, no cuddles, no sex except for Steve. What happened to watch me sleep at nights, what happened to us not seeing other people, was I the problem?

For now, I’ll watch and hope he’ll come to the realization that he’s hurting me and I deserve better. I just pray it will be before I decide to get a divorce or get pregnant for Steve 🤦‍♂️.

Yours truly,

Krissi

[lifeofbouyd]

Engagement #1

Dear Bouyd,

Many times we get into relationships for the wrong reasons and in the end regret every second of it. But after all, you only live once, so why not live it to the fullest.

I was only sixteen when I met Marlon. He was all I ever wanted in a man at that time so I held him as tight as I could. We started out as friends with intentions of getting to know each other better because I had treasured my virginity and vowed that, any man that was gonna take it away was either lucky or had a truckload of money. He definitely had the money so in return I made him lucky. He practically bought me from my parents and they didn’t mind because they didn’t have any money to do much for me anyway. He paid for all my subjects, extra lessons, and anything else I could possibly need as a teenage girl so I gladly gave up the cookie without a fight. He took me to a hotel for the weekend and had me for a three-course meal. He was gentle and precise with the movement of his tongue 👅 across my golden fruit. He spread me wide, whip creamed my clit and his tongue became a snake 🐍. He wiggled it back and forth until I felt my legs shaking. He slowly slid the head in and stroked me steadily until I came several times. It wasn’t the biggest but it sure as hell got the job done. I was so wet I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t a virgin. He nutted in me until he was numb. My swollen And cramped but it was sure as hell worth it.

Eventually, I loved him, like really loved him. I wanted him for more than just what he had to offer. After all, the sex was good, the money was awesome and I had everything I could possibly want. Why not settle down and enjoy the good life? On my eighteenth birthday, he bought me a car and proposed it. A rather public, romantic, breezy proposal on a yacht. I didn’t waste a second before I said yes. We had sex while snorkeling and now that I think about it, that’s the same day I got pregnant 🤰. I was living life. My own car, an engagement ring, and a baby on the way. As far as I could see, life couldn’t get any better than that, or at least that’s what I thought. Two months before I was due, a woman called stating she was recently engaged to him and it’s time for me to get out so that she could move in. I was shocked out of my life. I didn’t believe a word she said at first but when she went in-depth and told me things only he would know, my heart melted. Turns out all those times he went to spend weekends with his mom he was actually sleeping with someone else. She even sent pictures to prove it. Marlon was the only man I had ever been with at that time, and I felt like giving up on him would be the end of me. No more money, he’d probably take my car and he’d probably hold the baby hostage or deny paternity. I thought long and hard before I even approached him about it, and when I finally did, he slapped me across my face. That’s the first time he had ever done that and that’s when I woke the fuck up.

Marlon: I own you. Keep your mouth shut with your legs between your tail.

“Like mi really feel seh a coke him did a tek eno cau, dis man just a come beat mi up fi nutn and a try style me pon top a it. He left the house without another word and didn’t come back for days. No calls nor texts to say where he was nor what he was doing. I was worried out my mind but at the same time, I hated his guts for cheating on me, getting engaged to someone else while engaged to me, and then call me a Bitch and bragged about how much he hated me. Who the fuck does he think he is? He might have paid for my education, purposes to me and bought me a car but my dignity came first. Why was he using all that he had done for me against me? Wasn’t he doing it with a willing heart? When he finally made his way home he had a woman strolling behind him. He introduced me as his helper and marched right pass to the guest room where he spent hours having sex with her. Right in my face and there was nothing I could do about it because I had given up on everything to make the son of a gun, piece of shit man happy. Reality struck and I was on the wrong side of the table.

For months to come, he treated me like shit. The only time he slept next to me was when he couldn’t get pussy elsewhere. I was his late-night booty call if you get what I mean. It was either I let him fuck me and enjoy himself self or he beat the fuck out of me and threaten to throw me out. I honestly had nowhere to go because I really didn’t want to move back to my mom’s house worst now that I was a plus one. My daughter was growing fast and I honestly didn’t want her to grow and see me get such disrespect from her father. So I had to come up with a plan to escape with my life, my child, and my assets intact. But before I could move, I needed somewhere to stay. I had always heard my mom say it would be good to extend her house in case She ever got grandkids so that’s the idea I ran with. I had saved up some “rainy day” money that I planned to use only in the case of an emergency, and the state I was in definitely made the cut.

In less than six months I had added an additional four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen on my mom’s house which was more than enough space for me and my daughter. I furnished the house, sold the car then moved out while he was gone one weekend. In my mind, this was the safest way to handle the situation, but that only got him mad. He tried breaking in several times and even broke a few windows on several occasions. He was determined that we’re either gonna be together or he was gonna kill me for all the money he spent. I didn’t think he was serious because he was busy living a double life. “But a really death before dishonor the Killy did a pree”. I was about to drive out one morning when he rammed into the passenger side of my car. I was knocked out for a while before coming to. My nose was bleeding like crazy and I could hardly move. My hand felt as if it was broken and my back felt as if it had slipped out. After two weeks in the hospital, I was released with a broken arm and a brace around my neck and for my back. While there I had a lot of time to reflect on my life and realize the mistakes that I had made as a young girl. I could have died just because he thought he owned me. If he couldn’t have me no one could and that wasn’t fair. I’ve never cheated on him, I’ve never done him wrong. Yet still, he made me feel like shit. I filed a restraining order against him which was only good for a few weeks the most. He constantly showed up creating a scene and trying to fight, reluctant to let me go. I honestly couldn’t take the drama anymore so I booked a ticket and never came back until eight years when my mother died. Between that time we had never exchanged a word, and I never knew nor had a care if he was living or dead. I was only focused on building a firm foundation for me and my daughter.

He came by after the funeral asking to see his daughter but his intentions seemed quite the opposite so I was very hesitant towards him. He wanted to take her out and she didn’t want to go which only made him furious. He created an uproar, on this if all days. He had no respect for the dead nor those affected by her passing. This made everyone angry and a beating was his best friend. They beat him so bad he could hardly walk, I honestly felt bad for him even though he got what he deserved. If I had only had my priorities right from the get-go I wouldn’t have been in that situation, to begin with. A crazy-ass man trying to kill me because I refused to settle with him and his bitches. Wasn’t I allowed to have a little dignity? Was money supposed to make me immune to everything? Do I own everyone that I help out financially? Sigh 😔. A million thoughts ran through me as I watched him bleed out when they finally let him go. I thought long and hard of a way out this craziness and the only thing to do was to kill him. If I don’t kill him he’s always going to come back, he’s gonna keep at it until one of us dies. I ran to my room and loaded a clip in my handgun, rushing out with only one intention, death before dishonor. I fired the first two shots in the air causing the crowd to scramble. They ran like headless chickens. He was already laying flat as if he thought he had gotten shot. I stood over him with intentions of blowing his brains out when I heard my daughter cry out in the background “Mommy don’t kill him”.

I cried like a baby. If I didn’t kill him he was gonna kill me eventually but was I really ready for the consequences? What would happen to my daughter while I’m in jail? Was he worth throwing my life away? I wiped my eyes and fired another three shots causing even more chaos. They thought I had killed him, which I should have, but I fired the shots close to his head. I really wanted to kill him because that was the only thing that made sense at that point, but I wasn’t gonna allow him to make me spend years behind bars. I warned him that the next time he tried anything I would kill him and he’s being a rather supportive father since. I guess his walk to the light was what he really needed, or maybe he was afraid that I’d kill him. Whatever it was, I’m just thankful that it worked out. Reflecting on my life has made me realize that choosing a guy for what he has to offer doesn’t always turn outright. Money can’t buy peace, money doesn’t secure happiness and it sure as hell isn’t worth unnecessary drama. If I didn’t stand up for myself I’d probably be dead, but how many of us women suffering from domestic abuse will get the chance to escape? My advise to everyone would be, exclude money from your settling down list unless you are prepared for the baggage.

Yours Truly,

Stacey

[lifeofbouyd]

Caught

I was always ready for sex; Whereever, whenever, however. I’d travel miles for one orgasm and I’d take that pussy where ever she was willing to give it. The adrenaline was unbearable with the idea of getting caught and instead of being afraid, I was pumped up with the idea of spontaneity. Hennessy was the kind of girl who believed in adventure and making life lasting memories. Where ever she got horny she’d take the dick and who was I to judge? She was a pro at taking dick and an expert in making me feel satisfied so I always ensured I met her half way.

Hennessy was the kind of girl who wanted dick every weekend and after school if possible. She was considered as what we’d call “a must have girl” to most the guys in the school. We had being together a year before she started attending and by the time she got there, I was already a national hoe. Funny thing is I fucked most her friends long before I even got a chance to fuck her because she was a virgin at the time; afraid of dick, so this gave me ample time to sew my seed wherever chicks wanted to cultivate my crop lol. Before I met Hennessy, my bro had introduced me to his step daughter China. This chick wanted to fuck him too but he had too much on his plate plus she was a virgin and he didn’t have time for that. Turns out, Hennessy and China were best friends. Born the same day, same year and in the same class at the same school 🤦‍♂️. Both these chicks sat talking bout me in class but it took them a long time to realize they were talking about the same guy. I had already taken China’s virginity long before they found out what was up and she decided she wasn’t gonna give up the dick for no one, not even her best friend. Her mom had half killed several times after realizing I was fucking her and her step dad was also another problem (not my bro). This dude wanted her for himself and his friends. Plus he already had it out for my brother because he found out he was banging his chick. Hennessy left because she expected me to choose between her and China but I really couldn’t decide between the two. Only difference was that I had already banged China. We ended up together again some months later. She had messaged to tell me she lost her virginity. Who cares, how does that affect me, why tell me this? Once I thought it over and realized that she gave me an invitation I was back under her skin. Way closer than we were before. It was as if we had just met.

She eventually decided to come see me one weekend. She wanted to get it out her system as she had been waiting forever. She had heard the girls in her class talk about me in bed and wanted to see for herself if it was true. She had planned to be knocked out. She came dressed to impress; mesh undies and matching cuff bra. Not a scratch on her golden skin. She had the nicest little tits and the perfect size ass for grabbing. By the time I started sucking her nipples she had already tore my shirt off; I really liked that shirt. But I didn’t care that she tore it off because all I was focused on was to make it worth her wait. I gave so much fore play she begged me to put it in. I rubbed my dick gently on her clit while I ran wet circles around her nipples. She sunk deeper and deeper into the bed trying to escape the unbearable pleasure. She grabbed my dick and rubbed it up and down her drooling, warm pussy. She was super moist as if she had already cum on herself. I entered her slowly as I held her neck and kissed her; my waist moved like a snake and her moaning made me wanna fuck her even harder. I held her head and pushed one leg to her chest and gave her slow deep penetration. She scratched, she screamed, she begged me not to stop. She started rubbing her jumping clit while tears ran down her face. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ((((screams)))), I love you. I raised both her legs now giving me full access to her now soaked pussy and I rapidly ran the head in and out causing a vibrating friction inside her. I had to hold her mouth while she plastered my shaft with thick, warm, creamy cum. She held me tight and vibrated on my dick while her eyes rolled back to her brain.

Hennessy: I love you Bouyd, I’m never gonna leave you no matter what.

Me: I love you too.

Hennessy had gotten what she came for and by the look on her face I could tell there was a lot more to come. I remember taking her to a school dance with my friends and their chicks and she wanted to have sex in the middle of the party. She took my dick out and stroked it gently while I looked at her with a what the fuck you doing face. She was desperate, acting as if her life depended on it. This chick must be crazy. She decided she wasn’t taking no for an answer. Believe me, I was way hornier than she was and even though I wanted to fuck her, too much attention would’ve been drawn to us. We tried the bathroom and behind the auditorium which were already booked by other horny teens so we headed for the lazy bench. This was in the open and anyone could catch us in the act.

Hennessy: I’ll ride and you watch. Tell me when to stop.

There’s no better deal than that. She helped herself to several orgasms before anyone came close to where we were. The Cops had locked the party off and they were searching for kids in the school to send them home.

Me: Babe, police coming

Hennessy: I’m cumin too

Me: I’m serious babe

Hennessy: Stop talking babe, let me focus.

She held my mouth and rode harder and harder. Biting her lips with her head rolled back. I watched the cops get closer and closer while she got closer to cuming. She squeezed my head in her chest as if she wanted to stop my breath while hot cum ran down my nuts and fear ran through my gut. The cops were right next to us. By the time they spotted us we acted as if we were taking a piss.

Police: You there, what y’all doing in the dark.

Me: Taking a piss

Police: The bathroom is down by the auditorium

Like I didn’t know that. He searched me and gave us a long lecture before letting us go. I knew he knew we weren’t pissing but he just played along. The way he looked at her I could tell he’d fucked her too if he got the chance.

We had an argument a few days later and broke up but still kept fucking. The only thing she wanted was dick; hard, deep and mind blowing. I met her at Peter Bash one December, we had broken up again a few weeks before. I had gone with two of my ex girlfriends, a potential girlfriend and some other friends. Hennessy was the kind of chick who’d start an argument over nothing just to get her own way. Luckily she was on a chill vibe that night or shit would’ve escalated real quick. I was surprised to see her cause we hadn’t really seen each other since she lost the baby. She was 5 months pregnant when the miscarriage occurred. We couldn’t even face each other, that fucked us real bad. We drank and danced for a while till the liquor seeped in. Another of my ex also joined in the enjoyment that night and my friends crowned me king.

Hennessy wanted me to follow her to pee, claiming she was afraid to go by herself. By the time I took a piss she jumped me. She didn’t even pee, she had played me for a fool. She wanted dick but didn’t know how to ask. She sucked on my bottom lip as if she wanted to take it off my face. Her legs around my back, her ass in my hands and her hands squishing my face tight. I laid her on the bonnet of a bus while I sucked her nipples, it was as if I had never fucked her before. Something was just so different. I wanted to cum inside her but she decided we had to use a condom cause she couldn’t live with the fact of loosing another baby for me. She slowly rolled it on and laid facing down on the bonnet of the bus. I pulled her pants to her ankles and forced my way in her wet pussy. I slowly stroked her while pulling her hair and slapping her ass. It felt so good I dug deeper and deeper inside her making her leak cum like a broken pipe. I turned her around placing her completely on the bonnet; one leg to my shoulder. Harder and harder I stroked her. She begged me not to stop. The bus shook as if it was traveling on a bumpy route. I glimpsed the window several times and saw no one in the bus but by time I was closer to cumin I saw a lady cleaning the windscreen. I almost fucking fainted. This woman had being watching us fuck all this time. I couldn’t help but laugh; what a perv. She could have notified us sooner but I guess she just wanted to see it play out. We had finally gotten caught in the act; pressed across the bonnet of a mini bus. Hennessy and I were too ashamed to continue so we headed back to the party, laughing like two crazy people. The unexplainable feeling running through our bodies made it difficult to relax. All I could think about was the woman in the mini bus clearing her windshield to get a better view; I laughed until I cried that night. For days I played it back in my head “caught on a mini bus”, seems just like yesterday to me. I lost Hennessy somewhere along life but at least I got these memories that will serve me for a life time. “Cheers” to Hennessy, for the adventurous life we had. I hope you’re happy, where ever you are. Love always.