I’m A Dirty Dog… excerpts from book

October 17, 2008 at 2:06 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

I ran into one of my friend’s ex’s on the streets of Brooklyn one day.  He had apparently just moved to New York from Chicago and wanted someone to hang out with.  We exchanged numbers and he started calling me like crazy.  In the back of my mind I kept thinking about how big Trisha said his dick was.  She said he had a big horse dick, 12” long and 4” thick.  When looking at him, I could never see that.  He didn’t walk like he had a third leg.  He was an average size guy, about 5’8”, he was light skinned with freckles sprinkled over his face, he had soft curly hair and his lips were pink.  Now I always had the rule to not get involved with men my friends had dated no matter what.  Even though most women admit to being over the guy, the last thing you want to see is someone you messed with kicking it with your supposed to be homegirl.  I broke the rule…

He decided to come over to chill.  It was late at night.  My son was sleep in the bed.  He was an actor so we shot the breeze about the industry and so forth.  The whole time I thought about what his dick looked like.  I stopped talking.  The idea started to eat me up inside.  My whole mind was consumed with it.  In a bold move, I asked him, “I want to ask you something.”  He looked up at me.  I grew shy and turned inwards.  “Forget about it.”

“No, tell me.”

“Okay…  I was wondering if I could see your dick.”  He starred at me.  I even shocked myself asking this.  This was the other me and she wasn’t afraid of shit.  She had now taken over my body.  He stood up from the couch.

“Okay, but you gonna have to get me hard.”  He pulled his pants and draws down at the same time.  The mass amount of meat, fell out, dangling damn near to the floor.  I am not exaggerating, it was hitting his damn knee cap.  My eyes damn near fell out the socket.  I never seen anything like that big before.  It looked abnormal.  The porn star, Lexington Steele had nothing on him.  I didn’t even want to touch it at this point.  DAMN…  I did.  My whole hand couldn’t go around the shaft of it.  I gently rotated it up and down with my hands, too scared to put that in my mouth.  I have been a vegetarian for years and the mere thought of having it near my mouth would make me relapse into a sausage fest.  It grew about two inches more, now it looked swollen.  He started kissing me on my neck, etching down my pajama pants.

“Do you have a condom?”, he asked.  I had a magnum, but didn’t think it would fit.  I went into my room and came back with it.  He ripped open the package, etching the condom over it.  It covered a third of it.  It looked like he was wearing a hat.  We eased back on the sofa, I spread my legs out.  I felt like someone was trying to put their whole fist up there.  It hurt and it was uncomfortable.  He managed to get three pumps in.  I was withdrawn in.  I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with it.  I had a moment of guilt.  He saw it in my eyes, the whole room was consumed with it.  He put on his clothes and said he would call me.  He showed himself out the door.

The next day, he called me.  I didn’t answer the phone.  Everytime his number popped in my phone, I looked at his number on the screen and acted like I didn’t hear it.  I ignored his calls the whole day.  When he finally got in touch with me the next day the conversation was brief.  I knew that the curiosity had gotten the best of me once again.  I wasn’t interested in ever finishing what we started.  My pussy was still throbbing in pain from the previous night with him.  There was no way I was going to let him pull down one of my ovaries or snatch out a Fallopian tube with his huge dick, especially with someone I wasn’t feeling.  He tried to hurt my feeling by saying, “I think you are attractive, but I am not attracted to you.”  I could’a insulted him back, but I knew that my best defense would be me ignoring him from this point on.  It worked.  He called and I ignored him until he finally got the message.  I became the hardest person in the world to reach.  My momma was right, “When someone want to be found they will surface.”  I didn’t want to be found or remember that night.  It was my little secret…

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