Guess whose birthdayyyyyy…

Im finally no longer a teenager lol 

lol nah, just neglected it for a bit…

whooooaaa i thought you deleted your tumblr lol

Brown skinned women are like my kryptonite. Thick thighs, smooth chocolatey legs, my mouth waters just thinkin bout it…

Id much rather be high right now…

Single perfection…

You start your car, just getting off a from a long day at work. After an unsuccessful attempt to rub out the kink in your neck you do 55 all the way home. Leaving items of clothing trailing up the stairs you immediately hop in the shower. With half of the days stress washed away and a tank top and vicky secrets boy shorts keeping you content you pick a bottle from the liquor cabinet, grab your favorite glass and proceed to get comfortable. You turn the tv on, already knowing that there isnt anything interesting on. You pick up your textless phone and check your TL only to find the same fate, nothing interesting. Suddenly a thought returns to your memory… that tall, dreadhead you met. After a short reminiscence of how his outfit was refreshingly different, his conversation showed his intelligence and his scent left you entranced you decide to see what he’s up to. Fresh outta the shower and just off work himself he tells you he’s chillin too. You decide that yall might as well be bored together and invite him over. You turn off the tv, play your ipod and after 15 mins of anxiousness over wondering whether you’re movin too fast you hear him pull up. You drain your 3rd cup, let him in and show him to the couch. As conversation continues and your anxiousness melts away you go from sitting on opposite sides of the couch to laying on his chest. He asks you if you smoke, and with thoughts of the one time you tried it before and with liquid courage pumping through your veins, you tell him you’d try it. So with a small smile he pulls a small bag and a Vanilla Dutch from his pocket and masterfully crafts a blunt before you. With the blunt in his mouth he then grabs his orange Bic and lights it. A couple rotations in and you start to feel the effects. Relaxation washes over you more and more with each pull as whatever comes to your mind manifests a new conversation. You pass the significantly shorter blunt back to him but before he can hit it you snatch it from his lips, puts it between yours. He snatches for it back and misses as you hold it away. Starting a play fight, you wrestle for possession of the marijuana. You put forth your best effort but you are continually overpowered. Half laughing and half coughing up weed smoke and with both arms pinned on the couch you surrender but his focus is no longer on the weed… And neither is yours. You lock eyes and your thoughts align. He lets one of your hands free, with which you around his neck and pull him closer. Dreads surrouding you and his masculine scent enveloping you, you feel your lips meet. As the lip smacks become more agressive, biting ensues. Skin begins to be revealed and unmentionables mentioned. Clothing begins to lose sight until they become nonexistant. With your whispered words fueling his drive and the next few hours at his disposal, he bares his specialty. Dedicating those hours to sweating the rest of the nights edge out of every pore, squeezing every involuntary spasm from your thighs and  bringing forth curses of unladylike proportions from between your lips. As the sky begins to lighten and suns rays penetrate the room, still foggy from the marijuana smoke, you rest satisfied beneath the blanket from atop your couch. You finally get the sleep you desperately need as he heads home to get his before tonight, when you start the back at the beginning…