Reciprocate

Reciprocate

I know men like him. He thought his dick was his gift to the earth. As if the universe had been waiting for him to grace it with his presence and my thighs with his sorrow. The mentality is unnecessarily sad. Every woman he encountered probably did so much for him. A big dick isn’t always worth the trouble. I walked to the bathroom. I hate the smell of him. I hated having sex with him because it made me feel dirty. He felt evil to me. Why do I do this to myself? He’s a pig. 

“How you doing in there.” He yelled from the bed

“Fine, thanks.”

 I looked into the mirror and flipped myself off. Fuck you El’Aundra. You know what he’s all about. Yet and still you give him a chance. Give him a chance to die slowly. A chance to wilt away from your mind. A chance to rot from the inside out. A chance to see what it feels like to hurt like he hurt you. I pulled my pants on. As if this man knew what the fuck he was doing any damn way. He wasn’t anything I would write home about. Not even all that handsome. Ugly ass personality. I don’t understand this…These men always want their dick sucked but have no interest in reciprocating. Imagine how that made me feel. Someone like me who isn’t selfish. I feel like he used me. Like he just wanted what he could take and nothing else. They all do. 

Where the fuck is my bra. I snatched that shit up quicker than Solange pressed the panic button in the elevator. Seemed like I couldn’t leave this place fast enough. I was putting my bra in when he walked in the bathroom door. “You’re perfect.”

“Is that what you tell every woman you have sex with?”

“Come on El’Aundra. Stop it. Take a compliment.”

“Its not a compliment if it’s not genuine. I am only perfect to you when you’ve had an orgasm because my legs and mouth were open and available for you to use. Lets not forget either you don’t eat pussy or you don’t know how. But irregardless we don’t need to continue this because I won’t compromise on that. Eat my pussy or leave.”

“I will next time.”

I will show you the door this time. There won’t be a next time.