He lay there, white, cold, naked.
Dead as the flies on the windshield, beautiful as cut orchids
Dead just the same.
Sunijya hadn't thought about the image of his mother's border in a long while , maybe it was the heat.
The air felt like glue and she prayed for night fall, rain, thick rough hands gently caressing her ass. Anything other than the painfully blue, cloudless autumn skies that offered no shelter.
You learn when you've lived in places where it's like this all the time to move slowly and only when you have to. Her southern relatives all walked slow, talked slow and pretended to be slow. That ass wipe Hollis was southern and did everything slow except fuck and cum. Which was kind of a blessing. All those damned Promethazine Slurpies. It was over almost as fast as it started. I was hitting a fat blunt filled with some John Sinclair Tribute. Taste like Blueberry Bubblegum, hit like Diesel. I'd leaned over to program a playlist and light some incense. When I rolled back over, this bitch was right if front of my face with his dick out and hard as diamonds. "Sunny, You got a sexy little yella ass 'n' shit. You should hook a up niggah forreal." I thought about burnin' the tip of his cock with my blunt, but was a long run back home to Detroit. Screaming wasn't an option in the suburbs of suburban Prairieview and Hollis was two hundred pounds of hay bale throwing dumb country fuck if he was a pound. Okay Hollis, but you need a rubber ducky niggah, I can't be getting knocked up and shit. You know. "I-I'll pull out 'n' shit, you know I ain't got no duckies." I got that shit covered nig. You can't be just fuckin' without protection. Yo punk ass can get burnt. I slipped the condom over his short fat dick, rolled over and told him to hit it from the back real slow, but Hollis was some strange hybrid between a scent hound and a bunny. He was humping like mad and I don't think he ever really penetrated me. I was pissed and told him to eat my pussy. For some reason, eating cooch after fuckin' it makes brothers not brag about hittin' it.
I don't know what's going on, other than the damned heat, everything is fine.
I wish it would rain.
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