#Anyway serious stuff. Prob it's just my phone who needs and update but still

[doodlingwren]

Asking myself if my tumblr app is bugged bc it's impossible once I post a thing it gets deleted after 5 minutes without reason

[autisticangus]

anyway im so out of the loop on the mcelboys

i pretty much only keep semi-up to date with Sawbones at this point, not cuz i dont still LIKE everything else, just a lot has been goin on in my life

if anyone wants a long and rambly update on All Of The Bullshit im gonna stick a read more down here, asks are open and its cool to message me abt any of it if u want cuz i have some really nice and cool followers/mutuals here that make me comfy talkin abt that shit

as far as the future of this blog goes i wanna start using it more again! the mcelroys have gotten me out of some really dark places before so i hope having more connection to this community and the people here and their content again will help me like it has in the past! ill probs post more general mcelroy content here than previously rather than just taz btw i just gotta fuckin uhhhhh,,,, catch up on a bunch of shit again before this blog is even semi active lmaoo but im like alive and on tumblr regularly again!!

Wow u clicked on this and wanna hear me talk? Ur awesome and sweet, thanks for caring!

These past two years have been extraordinarily tough. This is gonna be a pretty long and detailed post that deals with the sensitive topics of emotional abuse, abusive relationships, and alcoholism. Please read on with caution.

Back in March of 2019, so this was about 3-4 months after i left tumblr, I got a new boyfriend and things started out really good, he was kind of a "bad boy" and it was fun at first. Im kind of a goody-goody so it was very interesting for me at first to be with someone so different who had such different life experiences than me. I liked hearing his stories of living in a traphouse, and running with gangs, and selling drugs, and knowing people who had killed people. I assumed a LOT of it was lies, obviously, who just brags about that shit u know? I just rolled with it, didnt take it seriously, and found the imagined scenarios interesting to listen to. So much of it was obviously played up to make him seem cooler, and I shouldve seen that as the red flag it was, and all my friends did but I didnt. 

He had a serious alcohol problem, I mean I had coffee in the morning and he had 2 four lokos before noon. it was bad. about 6 months into the relationship he decided i was cheating on him with my ex who i had recently reconnected with, we missed being friends and things were really going well talking and being friends again, he was really important to me! but my boyfriend saw this as yet another thing i was doing wrong. when he decided i was cheating, that become his focus of alcoholic rage. nearly every time he got drunk, which was several times a week, he would accuse me of things, he would yell and scream, he would call me horrible names and make me cry for literal hours, he never hit me but that shouldnt even matter, i was emotionally battered and mentally bruised and everything hurt. he gaslit me into believing i said and did things i never said or did, i admitted to things that were not real, and then i was yelled at for admitting them. i didnt know what to do.

he was threatening my ex too, he would get drunk and say he knew where he lived (he didnt) or he knew what car he drove (he didnt) and explained to me many times that although he had never killed someone, people had been killed before at his command. he said a bullet in the back of my ex’s brain was just a phone call and $500 away. somedays he would tell me he was just going to do it himself, with a hammer, or a kitchen knife, or whatever weapon he could get his hands on during his explanation of how he would do it. my only option was to agree, to say it didnt matter to me what happened to him, i had to pretend my on

/ly concern was him going to jail for the crime, if i showed any sign that i didn’t want my ex murdered, it clearly meant i was cheating on him. 

i pretended to block my ex on social media to get him off my back and it worked a little bit but he still brought it up. and even if he didnt directly mention him, he would always tell me when he was drunk that i was the cause of all his problems, i was why he was so self conscious, i was why he drank so much, i was why he had to work so hard, i was why every single issue he had was happening. logically i knew it was wrong, but i was so conditioned to it by then that i just went with it. i knew that agreeing and apologizing made the fighting end quicker.

things spiraled this past summer. his job needed us to relocate so we moved like 4 states away, away from all my family and friends, and lived in a tiny hotel room for a month. during this time, his drinking was somehow worse. he was drunk literally every night but he was passing out so we didnt fight and i was relieved. i was depressed being stuck in the hotel room all day alone, but thankful i wasnt being abused at least. then he started getting into drunken fistfights with his coworkers in the hotel parking lot. one day he came home just in time to find one of his drunk coworkers trying to break into the room with me there desperately trying to keep him out. i was terrified and wanted to go home but he convinced me to stay. a couple weeks after that we travelled for his work again several more states away. his drinking got a little bit better here, but i was so depressed and lonely, i was so isolated, he was all i saw day in and day out besides his coworkers and i was nervous around them. one day the guy who tried to break in on me, purposefully, while drunk, hit another coworkers car and totaled it and tried to run the guy over and i saw the whole thing. a week later my boyfriend was also fired because he got so drunk he passed out in the hotel parking lot and the company needed to save face with the hotel after the whole car incident. 

so we travelled back home, but not my home, to his where we lived isolated on a mountain with no phone signal or wifi. the house was old and not well kept from being empty for several years, half the appliances didnt work. i was more isolated than i have ever been in my life. for 4 months i stayed there and just dreaded him coming home because i knew he would be drunk again and he'd yell or accuse me of things or otherwise belittle me. it was horrible. my friends all said to leave and my parents said to leave but i was so brainwashed into thinking that if i was just a good little housewife and if i just stayed home and did the dishes and the laundry that he would be nicer but he still found things to point at and say i was cheating. he was also becoming really controlling about my food intake and weight and i already struggle with an eating disorder so that just made me feel even more like i had to stay, my brain felt like if i wasnt under his watchful eye id gain weight again, like somehow it was thanks to him i had lost weight and not my own choices.

one day last week i expressed to him wanting to leave, saying how unhappy i was, i told him how sad i felt and how i didnt think we were such a good match. he didnt take me seriously, so the next day when he got sloppy drunk before 5 pm i packed a small bag and went to my moms. i was just gonna stay for a night or two but he called and screamed at me for leaving without telling him, i told him he just didnt remember me telling him because he was so drunk, and he accused me of not caring about his feelings and made me sound like the bad guy for leaving without his permission. i told him it was just for a few days but the angrier he got the more i knew i was in the right and told him i was done. i told him we were breaking up and id come get my stuff soon.

i got my stuff while he was at work this past weekend and moved in with my best friend. im safe and happy now. things are looking so much better for me and im so thankful to my friends and family who supported me all the way to the end.

i just wanted to make this post because, i know its not mcelroy related, and a lot of ppl probably dont care for stuff like this on this kind of blog, but i think its important.

its important to friends and family of people in abusive relationships to be steady. dont give up your ground. even if the person keeps pushing back and wont leave the person, keep being there for them, it can take a long time, it took me almost 2 years to leave, it takes some people even longer, but just stay there for them and be there for them when they finally make that step. dont give up on them.

and to those who have been in these kinds of relationships, and especially those who are there right now: it is not your fault. it is so, so hard to leave, i know, but please try to find help and support and resources to do it. if all your friends dont like someone, theres a good reason for it. please dont fall into the trap of thinking your friends dont have the best intentions for you. there are so many things you may overlook in the moment that others can see from a mile away are horrible. especially if you have been abused in the past. its incredibly hard to tell what is a red flag when your gut instinct is that anything and everything is a red flag. surround yourself with people who you can trust and listen to them

and trust me, i know how hard it is when youre stuck in that spot of KNOWING you should go but fearing that first step away. its scary. its difficult. but it is worth it. find someone safe you can be with. and if you arent sure, find a reason to leave for just a few days, an excuse, anything. give yourself space from the abuser, tell yourself youre going back in a couple days, just get out from under the thumb long enough to clear your head and things will make more sense with the fog lifted.

when i first got in my car and put my kitten on my lap and told her we were going to my moms for a couple nights, i didnt know if that was the truth. i planned to come back and i knew i didnt want to. i only took enough stuff for a couple days. i couldnt imagine my life changing so drastically. where would i live? how would i make money? who take care of me? i had no clue about any of those things. but after a couple days away I realized i would take care of me. i remembered that i had worked jobs before i was with him, i could do it again. i remembered that i had options of where to live. all of those things were so clouded when i was with him, they felt like impossibilities. once i was away, even just for a short time, things were so much easier to parse.

and i know i had many privileges in this journey not everyone is afforded, and my heart goes out to those who read this and are in this situation and the options i had just arent accessible to you, i am so sorry, i wish i had something more to offer you but all i have is my story, and a wish that it gives you some hope at the very least, and a promise that if you need someone to talk to, im here, i will listen, and you will be heard and loved.

i just want everyone who reads to take something small but important away from it. love your friends, love yourself. please stay safe. please dont give up. remember love should not hurt.

[daddyconfessions]

sugar tales: Amoladora

Amoladora sent me a wink on whatsyourpice. I had all but forgotten about that site. Never been a fan of it really. Most of the girls I’d met were only looking for some quick cash IMHO. But after Ripoff, I couldn’t do any worse at this point. I reply back with an offer and 3 days later we’re texting.

Amoladora isn’t in town at the moment which works for me. I use the time to get to know her better and more importantly see if she is serious about a SD. Generally, I’m not as stern about wyp dates and if nothing happens as a result its no biggie. But I was admittedly salty after Ripoff  and down about 3 stacks with nothing to show for it.  

As we talk, she puts me at ease and I relax. I realize I can’t hold every sugar chick accountable for what someone else did. Feeling like I got part of my mojo back, I jump on SA and peruse the ads. I see Ripoff is still on there wrecking havoc. Bitch. I send out several messages, one to a young lady I’ll blog about next called Casino and another who would become Firecracker.

Btw, sorry it took so long to update my sugar tales. I was busy answering all your anons and private messages. Some of you ladies are really going through some things so glad I could help. Some of you other’s are too much.

Besitos Cohiba :)

And this one took longer because I still had the messages (text, email, etc.) so I went through them to write the post. Its still a bit choppy from my POV but I had to shorten it.

Anyway....within a couple of days Amoladora has allayed any concerns I have for the moment.  I bring up allowances, but she shy’s away from any commitment until after we’ve met. We go silent for a day or two, can’t remember how long really. Then she surprises me one morning and text me 7:30am. It’s amazing and funny how chicks know you’re up that early just because you have a job.  Baby wants to meet up that day. But the whole ordeal of Ripoff floods back into the mind and suddenly I want to cancel.

I shrug it off and by 1:30pm I’m pulling into some nice upscale apartments. I was shocked I got to pick her up actually. Lot of sugar chicks don’t go for that sort of thing. I haven’t had another chick in the car with me for quite some time including my wife (she hates my car). My passenger seat still looks new. I’m always meeting chicks somewhere or at the hotel. It’s always “I’ll meet you there…”  or some stuff like that.

As I wait in the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of this sexy as Latina coming down the stairs. At first I think its someone else but as she comes closer I see its Amoladora. Nice. Cuter than her pics. Body is nice too. A little extra belly fat, but nothing to complain about.  She gets into the car all perfumed up. “Nice car she says.”

We chit chat along the way. “You’re really cute,” she says randomly. Amoladora runs a manicured nail along the back of my hand and up my arm as I shift through gears.  Then she smiles at me, “I wasn’t expecting that. You got like a little preppy boy face.” Not sure if she was lying or not, but it sounded good. I needed the ego boost.

I pick an upscale chain. Its after the lunch rush so we get seated quick. We spark of a fairly decent conversation. She thinks I’m funny. Laughs at all my jokes. “So how are you a Mexican from Missouri,” I asks. She laughs. “Oh you have jokes Mister.” I go on cracking jokes for almost an hour. We manage to talk about our lives, experiences in the sugar bowl, our background. We run out of things to talk about so I bring up the allowance again.

“I think we’re looking for two different things sweetie,” she says. “That’s too low for me.” I smile and ask, “Well how much baby?”

She throws out an amount and I immediately agree to it. Too quick. She kicks me under the table. “Really? You were just giving me a shitty offer to see if I would take it?”  I tell her yes and we both laugh.

“I better watch you,” she says, wincing at me, pursing those full lips at me. She touches my hand again. “You’re really cute. “

I know tumblr. I’m a bastard. But hey, I was understandably a little salty after the last month with Ripoff. We order another set of drinks and then go on talking about some minute details of our arrangement.

“Can I ask a question babe?” she says, serious all of a sudden. I give her the nod as I sip of my drink. “How big is your penis?” I nearly spit my drink out. “How big is what?” I ask. We spend a few minutes talking about my size. Smh. She tells me she doesn’t like big penis’. Something to the effect she’s small down there and how she’s shaped. Smh. Only in the sugar bowl.

I tell her to relax. If it becomes uncomfortable we can stop. “Ok baby,” she says. “I trust you.”

By now its time to get back to work. I’m going on my second hour for my lunch break. If I leave now I can make it back by 4:30ish and be in my office when all the big boys walk by on their way out.  So I ask when we can have our second date. It’s the moment of truth. Is this the usual wyp date for me or am I on the verge of a new beginning? Amoladora  shocks me – she tells me something about her roommate is gone and she doesn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day. “We can get started baby,” I remember her saying. “Or do you have to get back to work?”

I did! I whip out the phone and send a few emails to cover myself for the afternoon. “I’m all yours baby,” I say putting my phone away.

Back in the car I tell her I have to run by the bank. “You need condoms too sweetie,” she says, confirming how the next 2 hours are about to go down. I’m thinking in the back of mind, “I’m about to tear the kitty up!!!” At some point Amoladora tells me she could really use some weed. I tell her no prob. I got the connect.

“No fucking way,” she says wide eyed. “You look so innocent. I wouldn’t think you did stuff like that.”

I don’t. About a week prior to our date, I was at a gas station when this fine ass black chick pulls up. I’ve been lazy about approaching girls in the vanilla world. I just don’t have that hunger I did when I was in my 20’s. And since I stay coochie down to the socks, its hard to put forth the effort and work the vanilla scene requires. But I couldn’t pass up this hottie. Maybe she’s into sugar?  We spark up a conversation and two minutes later I’m going nowhere fast. Then I realize she’s high. I ask her if we could hang out, maybe smoke a little ganga. Her whole demeanor changed. The conversation went from 0 to 100. I got a kiss, hug, phone number and the promise  of a potential vanilla/side piece type relationship. But my old ass didn’t save the number when I put it in my phone and later lost it. A day later I consult the Oracle about upping my game with a little 420. She tells me “Hell yea.” Says chick’s who smoke weed love a dude that has some. Can get it. “Shit, I met let you hit this if you come through with a bag,” she tells me. The Oracle is immune to my charm and money, so it means a lot coming form her. Never knew 420 was such an aphrodisiac….Back to our story.

I tell Amoladora I don’t smoke it, but I’d try a little with her.

Within the hour  we’re walking up the stairs to her apt. She tells me something about her roommate may be home so when we walk in I need to be as quiet as possible. A flag is raised. I see flashbacks of a month ago where Ripoff was disappear into a back room to change into something more comfy. The some bitch ass dude comes in all nonchalant like he just went to the store. Outside, more of the homies are waiting for backup…..My eyes dart around to see if I see anything suspicious. I’m nervous, but Bartholomew (my second brain) is in control now and I’m throwing caution to the wind. She opens the door and we walk into this upscale apt. with wooden floors and pretty swanky layout. I only take a few steps before she diverts me into a door on the right. It’s the bathroom and has another door to her bedroom. She pushes me in gently, follows me in and closes the door behind me.

Oh snap. It could be the perfect setup. Big wad of cash in my pocket. In a room that’s dark. Some buster could jump out at any minute. WTF? How did I let myself get back into this situation? Am I about to get robbed again?

Amoladora picks up an open bottle of wine on a nearby night stand and says, “let’s finish this.” I sigh in relief. Heart stops pounding.  I chuckle at being smuggled in like I’m some guilty pleasure of hers. Reminds me of back when I was teenager, sneaking into some girls house. She runs to the kitchen and returns with 2 glasses. We sit on the bed and talk, sipping wine. Before long we start to kiss. I can taste the sweet taste of wine on her supple lips. Even as I type this, I can recall the taste like it was yesterday.

By now, Bartholomew  is about to bust through the zipper. Then I realize I hadn’t took my Lamar Odom’s (herbals  for those who don’t know) before I left work. Oh well, I don’t think I’ll be having a problem today anyway.

Before long we’re taking turns removing clothes articles of clothing. After several minutes of play, I’m naked. I push her back on the bed and go down on her. The kitty is fresh and clean. I pour a little wine on her, just a few drops, as began to thrash her with my tongue. I watch her face and upper body to see how my efforts are going. Sometimes licking the clit directly doesn’t always achieve the right results. And even if it does, there is a certain amount of pressure she might like, hard, soft, medium, and then there’s speed – fast, slow….it’ a guessing game at best. I lick the kitty in several places until I find the right spot. She’s squirming and arching her back now. Got her. I cup my hands under her buttocks and raise her up. Her back arches and she becomes stiff. I got the muff right in front of me now. A couple of times she tries to push my head away but I ignore it. She’s playing the game so many before her have – refusing to cum.

I’ve had girls tell me its against the rules. They’re not suppose to enjoy it. Blah blah. Probably in some sugarbaby rule book somewhere. The shit I hear I tell you. As usual, I just bulldoze right over that bullshit and mercilessly thrash the clit with my tongue. Before long she’s cums. Her body twitches violently as she grabs the back of my head. I remove my hands and let her fall back to the bed, then I wrap my arms around her thighs. No sooner does she cum then does she push my head away. She tries to move away but I anticipate as much and I pull her back to me and continue my assault on the clit. “Babe, st—“ she tries, but I’m going to town now. No intention of stopping.

Before long I’ve chased her across the bed, with my head buried between those creamy thighs.

She’s about to fall off the side when she sits up and says, “Okay. Stop baby. I’m sensitive now.”

As I move away from her slightly, I still see her stomach fluttering and her lower body twitching. I kiss and rub on her legs and lower torso while she recuperates. “I never came twice in a row baby,” she says, rubbing a hand over my head. That’s my cue….. I go back down again. She stops me and tells me its my turn. My kind of girl :) We switch. She licks the shaft a few times and looks at Bartholomew. “Its big baby,” she says, voice sultry now. She continues on, licking the shaft before taking Bart in her mouth and going down a quarter of the way. She has a pretty good technique of suction and simultaneously working the tongue on the shaft. Now it’s my turn to twitch and squirm like a little bitch. Pretty good fellatio I’ll admit. No deep throating, not a lot of saliva, but I’m satisfied. She stops suddenly and apologizes that she can give me a better BJ due to some teeth problems.

She doesn’t know I’ve heard that one many times before. “Oh I can’t give head because I had a tooth pulled” or “I’ve had some recent dental work so I can give you a BJ” or “I have braces, it may hurt you” or “I have braces and can’t open my mouth as wide …” or “I have problems with my wisdom tooth” even though she’s 25. But maybe Amoladora is telling the truth. She does happen to have Bartholomew in her mouth when she says it.  I tell her to keep going, she’s doing a good job despite her “mouth” issues.

I had no idea that was a precursor to future problems.

When Bart is good and hard, we slide on the condomn. She tries to get on top, but she can’t take it. I’m too big.  We switch and after a few gentle strokes, I’m able to get a good rhythm going. Baby is nice and wett. I think she’s a keeper.  Before long she’s raised her legs and wrapped them around me, encouraging my thrust. I oblige, burying myself deeper inside her with each thrust. Amoladora bury’s her fingernails gently in my back.

If you’re wondering how I remember this even so vividly its because  no sooner than it began then did it end. I cum before I know it. Damnit. I wanted to enjoy it more. But since I was sans Lamar Odom’s, my stamina was off. Bart was down and out. I would have taken them if I had known we’d be getting physical on the first date. I totally expected to pay for the wyp date and call it a wrap.

Afterwards we lay in the bed chatting. I inquire about her living situation and she tells me she has an old friend who lets her stay in the apartment. As long as she respects him she can stay but she wants her own place.

Him?

She explains its just a guy she knows that’s helping her out. But doesn’t offer more details. Smh. Always some weird shit in the sugar bowl.

I start to wonder if everyone on SA and Wyp is homeless or something.

I’m hard again from all the talking. Baby’s brown skin is enticing and sulty voice as she lays on my chest is getting me aroused again. But Amoladora isn’t interested. No second round for Daddy. She does want me to come back later though. Tells me we can sit on the porch and enjoy the 420. Her roommate will be working.

I get dressed and rush back to work. Almost five when I sit down behind my desk, just in time for everyone to walk past my office. Most thought I’d been there the whole time working with my door closed. Cool. As I put on the appearance of a long day of work, I get out my phone and get my connect up. No answer. I text baby the news but she still wants me to come back anyway. I close my eyes and thank whatever deity looks down on sugardaddies. I’m going to be taking my time tonight.

The family is out of town so I got the house to myself. I’ll be joining them in a few days. Going back to kick it with Amoladora is not a problem. No excuses to make up tonight. No lies. A few hours later, I’m omw back to Amoladora. I stop and get more wine and fruit. Back at her place, we sip wine and try and watch tv but we mostly talk.

Then she asks me the big one. “Would you mind helping me get an apartment down here?” The question catches me off guard. “Um yea. Sure.” Baby unloads about her situation. She wants an apartment in town and already has it picked out. She just needs help getting it. Finding a job has been close to impossible. “Honestly, I really don’t want to work at all,” she says. “I just need a daddy to take care of me,” she says.

I feel the S burning on my chest again. I have to control myself before I leap off the couch and into my Cap’n-Sav-a-hoe outfit.

I hear my cape flapping in the wind as I prepare to swoop down and save her. Ok I’m being silly.

But her request comes with strings. She wants me to get the apartment in my name. Uh…..

Suddenly I’m doubtful. I tell her I’m not comfy doing that. But she says she can’t get it in her name due to not having a job. I tell her how I can get her the documentation she needs, but she feels that’s fraudulent and doesn’t want to go that route. We go back and forth but baby is adamant that she wants the apt and wants it in my name. Amoladora tells me I’m less likely to run out on her if its in my name. It’s a story I’ve heard before. Babies want me to get a car or apartment in my name that way I’m obligated to pay for it. Not a bad approach actually. The only time I don’t want to do something like that is when I know the sugar isn’t going to last long.

But its never worked for me. Last time I signed a lease, baby girl ran out on the lease. Left me holding a fairly big rent payment. She was gone, apt was empty and I had 3 months left to pay. And that was the second time that happene dot me. The first time the girl left after a month and she damaged the floor. I’m still jaded about signing leases and stuff. So naturally, I wasn’t looking to even take the chance.

“Would you at least consider it?” she asks. Sure I say. With that, we start playing. We end up back in her room but she only lets me make out with her. WTF? Says she’s a little sore. I would have stayed home if I knew I wasn’t getting any nookie. I know. I was being selfish.  I get up to leave, but Amoladora doesn’t want me to go. She lays on me to prevent me from getting up. I like it. Feels good to be appreciated. “This is how it’ll be when we get my place.” Nicely done Amoladora. I’m warming up to the idea. We end up rolling around in the bed playing around before she falls asleep. I stay up another hour, Bart hard as a rock and nothing to do with it.

Fuck. I can’t win.

Staying the night is rare for me. Sugar babies usually don’t get down like that unless you’re off  on a trip or something. Baby lays on me the first part of the night  like I’m a teddy bear. But I wake up about 3am and freezing to death and hearing this grinding sound. I look down at my body and I have no cover. I look over at Amoladora and she has all the covers. WTF?  I’m so cold I’m starting to go numb. I keep hearing this gnawing, grinding sound. I manage to get part of the sheet from her stingy ass but it only mildly keeps me warm. I manage to doze off for a bit only to be awakened again by the sound. Now baby is back on me again, wrapped in the comforter, grinding her teeth together.

I can’t win I tell you. Smh. No nookie, freezing my ass off and this teeth grinder over here (Amoladora ) wants her own place. Only in the bowl.

I fall back asleep despite the cold and noise. I wake at 6 and I got morning wood. Really? Any other morning my old ass would be be as soft as tissue. But this morning I’m standing strong and nowhere to put it. I give. The sugar gods are frowning on me.

I wake Amoladora up and tell her goodbye and head back home to freshen up. I get to work but luckily for my tired ass things are slow. All the big boys are gone for a conference. Cool. I might close my door and catch a nap. Then my phone starts blowing up. Amoladora wants to know what I think about the apt. I see she’s well rested. We spend the rest of the day talking, mostly her trying to convince me to put the apt in my name and me saying no. Amoladora tells me she wants me to come back over that night. I have to fly out the next day to join the fam so I’m not sure. But she insist. She wants to get a hotel this time. Turns out her roommate came home and saw my shoes at the door and got uncomfortable. Said he couldn’t sleep with another man in the house. Go figure. I tell her we can use the house, which is usually a big no no. But the fam’s out of town so I’ll bypass the hotel. She also wants me to try and get the weed again. I hit up my connect and after work I swing by and pick up the cannabis.

I go by and pick her up. “Your car’s so loud,” she says. “It vibrates. Its kind of naughty.” I look over at her in disbelief and think to myself, I am so tearing this pussy up tonight.” We stop by the store for some cigarillo’s and we head back to my house.

I pop the garage and drive right in letting the garage down behind us, just in case the neighbors were watching. We head to the guest house and she cracks open the cigarillo and re-rolls it with the 420....

and then we head out to the patio with our drinks and stuff.

I pull out a Cohiba and light it. Hadn’t had one in awhile. We sip wine, laugh and talk as she blazes.

Damn I hope the neighbors aren’t in their backyards too. I put the cigar out and take a couple of hits with baby. Amoladora finished it tho, while sipping wine with me.

We’re both sweaty from being out in the summer heat so we go back inside and watch a little TV. She brings up the apt. again. I keep telling her I’m fine with paying for everything but she wants it in my name still. I tell her I’m strongly considering it, just to keep her from talking about it anymore. I’m ready to get to the rest of the night’s festivities. Before we can get started she’s got the munchies all of a sudden. We make a quick dash to the burger spot, get the combo and then back to the house.

After she eats half of everything (love how you sugarbabies hate to eat all your food around men. It’s the cutest shit ever. But I know your asses are hungry. ). We retire to the bedroom to have more fun. She excuses herself to the bathroom and a few minutes later she comes out wearing some sexy lingerie.

As we kiss, baby tells me she wants to spend the night again. And I remembered to take my Lamar Odum’s too? OMG I’m sooooo  going to miss my flight in the morn.

But, things weren’t as good as the night before. I go down and taste the kitty, but she stops me early and says, “Come fuck me……” I climb on top. No quickie’s tonight. I’m full of the herbals and I’m ready. Not sure how long I went, but baby grabbed me by the chin and asked me to hurry up and cum. Told me it was hurting. I decide to end things, dumping my unborn into the plastic latex. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms and talk more. She doesn’t bring up the apt. again. Instead we talk about all the things we’ll be doing together once she lives here permanently.

“We don’t have to use condoms daddy,” she tells me. Only in the bowl. “Once you get the apartment I’ll get on BC and everything. You’ll be the only guy I’m sleeping with.”

Then she hits me with more news.

“I have a son,” she says. I’m like WTF? Why the cloak and dagger. Why not tell me upfront. Not that it was a big deal or anything but I felt like we had a pretty good beginning so no need to lie. She tells me she didn’t want to scare me away. As a sugar daddy I’ve seen most everything so her having kids is no big deal. We kiss passionately and I try to get some more kitty but she’s not having it. We fall asleep at some point and she starts grinding her teeth again. It doesn’t keep me up this time and the next thing I know I’m staring angrily at the alarm clock going off.

We jump up, get dressed. “Can I keep the weed daddy?” she asks as we head to the garage. “I’ll keep it for us so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Heeeeeeeeell naw. She ain’t smoking up all my shit.I might need this in the coming weeks.

But I say nicely, “Oh no. i’ll give you some of it.” We head out before the neighbors are up leaving for work. I drop Amoladora off and then speed to the airport.

Over the next few days we keep texting here and there. Mostly staying in touch and talking about how much time we’re going to spend together when I get back. She wants me to hit up the apartments first thing when I get back. I must admit, by the time I board the plane to return to the states, I’m missing Amoladora.

I get back a couple days ahead of the family. Big board meeting on Monday so I had to be there in case the BoD had questions for me or my dept. For lunch, I go by Amoladora for some fun. She’s wearing a maxi dress, nothing underneath. We do little talking as I raise the dress up over her head to reveal her naked body underneath. I get a strong whiff of the body wash, signaling she’s all fresh for Daddy.  Once again I push her back gently on the bed and bury my face between her legs, thrashing that pink muff. This is a few rounds later so I know right where to concentrate on. Within moments she’s squeezing my head and ears…She tries to pull away but I’m unstoppable.  She starts shaking again and but she’s not running from me this time. She lets out along moan, signaling the bell had been wrung.

I get her up and make her turn around on her knees. Time for some doggie. I give her a nice slap here and there as I pound her from the back. Then I stop, grab her by the waist and pull her back and forth on me rapidly and repeatedly. “Daddy....” The ass looks like it has waves rippling through it as she she slams into me. I wish i could have took a pic of it too.

Yea I know.

Afterwards, we freshen up and swing by the apt. complex. Nice place. Two story condo’s. Nice neighborhood in uptown. They’ve completely renovated the apts. Wouldn't mind living there myself if I were single. We look at a few that are big enough for her and the youngin then go back to the office to fill out the paperwork and then we’re gone. She’s hungry so we stop by one of my fav Chinese places. The tone is changing rapidly. She’s nice now. More attentive. Even takes back my order because they messed it up. We talk more about the apt. She tells me about her son and how she came to be in the situation she’s in. Then she surprises me again, “Is it ok if I work daddy?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. She tells me with me paying her rent and giving her an allowance plush child support from baby daddy she doesn’t really need to work. But at the same time, she’s new to town so she can’t fathom what she’s going to do with her time. So she’s thinking about getting a job at a bar or restaurant. Cool with me. I take her home and just stop long enough for her to get out. “You don’t’ want to come in daddy?” she says, rubbing my arm.

Nah. I got to get back to work. I kiss her by and head back to work. I needed to get home before the fam came home and make sure nothing incriminating was left behind. I give the guest house a once over and then I have cleaning lady tidy up. That night, I meet with the Oracle. Needed to discuss the apt. thing. The whole idea of it in my name has me nervous. I need advice. The Oracle tells me it’s a bad idea. If I had known the girl more than 7 days, she’d say yes. But its too early. She reminds me of the last time I did this and how I was left paying on an apt for months while baby up and left. She also reminds me of the risk I’m taking. Anything could happen. Baby girl could run out on the lease and damage the place and I’d be responsible. Something could happen to her and her son and I’d be involved. On and on.

Hadn’t thought about all that.  A few hours later I text Amoladora and tell her I’m fine what paying for everything, but I just can’t put the apt in my name. Too risky and . For the next 24 hours we text back and forth on the subject. But I just can’t do it.

Then it happens. Just like many of the girls before her,  the text start trailing off. Generally its not apparent, but I notice immediately. I try to keep it going but Amoladora is fading fast from my grip. Damn. I thought we had a good thing too.

By now I’m texting I’m talking regularly with Casino and Firecracker. I’m also getting ready to meet Firecracker for the first time. As the days go on, Amoladora becomes more and more silent. Before text would be answered right away, but now hours go by. Soon, no response at all.

Amoladora’s exit is bitter sweet as it were. The pics of Firecracker and Casino got me quite excited. Two bad ass black chicks. Hadn’t really been involved with any since Nebraska. And Casino’s body is just quite simply – extraordinary. I hate it that things didn’t work out with her. I’ll tell you all about it later....

A week after things go cold, I’ve gone out with Firecracker. Casino’s stopped texting. But I still send Amoladora a text to see if she’s gone for good. No response. I do actually like her and other than the name on the lease I was going to make her quite comfortable. Then to add to my woes a week after that Firecracker goes MIA. She stops texting too. Sigh. I am not winning.

Now we’re in July and I’m SBS (sugababy single). Its looking like its going to be dry spell for the summer. Perhaps its time to get out the sugar game? Put up my Capn’ Sav’em outfit and cape?

By the time I’m ready to call it quits, Casino text me. She’ll be back in town the next day and wants too meet when she gets back….To be continued

[maariku]

He’s Well Hung & I Am Hanging On [Rockstar AU Prequel]

[Rockstar AU main thread] ; done with @oregashujinkaku​

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jheeny3000: pabloooooooooooo

PABLOO: yo

jheeny3000: he in yet

PABLOO: nah man

PABLOO: but i got updates too yo

jheeny3000: yeah?

PABLOO: ye my bands playing at charlie's pub this friday

jheeny3000: noice u gotta tell skeeter

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PABLOO: ye i will

PABLOO: yo nora

PABLOO: saw u the other night that was a sick show!

jheeny3000: yo noraaaa

noranora: hey

noranora: omg thanks

noranora: i didn't see you there!

noranora: is skeeter here yet?

jheeny3000: nah but yo pablo's band is playing at charlies on friday

noranora: sweeeet when? i'll drop by!

PABLOO: prob like nine that would be cool ye

noranora: jon hows your music coming?

jheeny3000: fucken stalled girl

jheeny3000: mikey bailed so we need a new drummer

PABLOO: what a fag

noranora: oh shit :( good luck with that

jheeny3000: yeahhhhhhhhh whatevs he was a dick

PABLOO: didnt he try to hook up with that guys sister

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jheeny3000: idr probably lmao he hooks up with everyone

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jheeny3000: SKEEEEET

jheeny3000: skeet man

PABLOO: yo skeet what up

skeeter: sup what i miss

noranora: pablo's playing at charlies on friday! :)

skeeter: sick gig man

jheeny3000: yo skeet u know a drummer? ours bailed

skeeter: nah man sorry

jheeny3000: shit

skeeter: karim might

jheeny3000: truuu

noranora: hey who is princemalik

PABLOO: idk hasnt said anything yo skeet u coming to charlies for me?

skeeter: i'll try man

princemalik: hey

noranora: hi :)

PABLOO: yo wtf wheres karim i got fken class in an hour

jheeny3000: dont sweat it pablo we'll tell him about charlies

jheey3000: you dont gotta spread it out to everyone like a flier lmao

PABLOO: shut up man karim got me this gig

noranora: oh cool! is he playing too?

PABLOO: idk i think so

jheeny3000: well now im def going

PABLOO: ur a faggot man fuck you

skeeter: just texted him he's coming on

PABLOO: FINALLY

noranora: he's in uni pablo he's probably busy

PABLOO: we're all busy damn man

jheeny3000: skeet did he get a new phone

skeeter: idk

jheeny3000: i asked his number he said he lost his phone last week

PABLOO: lmaoooooo you fuckin got skid man

jheeny3000: asshole wtf i cant believe him

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jheeny3000: fuck him

PABLOO: lmao nice

noranora: omg

noranora: hey karim

jheeny3000: yo man u fix ur fuckin phone

PABLOO: dude

PABLOO: duuude dont

PABLOO: karim yo i got that gig on friday

jheeny3000: IGNORED palbo damn

PABLOO: palbo

PABLOO: yo where is he wtf

noranora: you guys have no chill

mkarim: hey nora

mkarim: nice pablo thats sick im gonna be there all night my boys are getting trashed haha

PABLOO: sweeet hey man i'll see u there

mkarim: for sure

jheeny3000: karim u got a drummer i can use

mkarim: what happened to mikey

jheeny3000: got enaged r smth

mkarim: aw

noranora: awww thats sweet

mkarim: hey whos princemalik

jheeny3000: no its fukn gay

jheeny3000: dk he doesnt fkn talk just sqautting

mkarim: doesnt malik mean king

mkarim: prince king?

mkarim: your highness do you play or do you watch

princemalik: i play

princemalik: someone in another chatroom told me to join this one

princemalik: something about this song i wrote

skeeter: oh yo that was me hey man sorry i blanked

skeeter: karim dm him he has some stuff you should hear sounds like yours

noranora: ooooh can we hear it?

mkarim: oh yeah? cool okay

jheeny3000: sounds like his how

jhneey3000: like rip off or like what

skeeter: like style man

PABLOO: i gotta go to class

PABLOO: see u guys friday?

PABLOO: charlies?

jheeny3000: jfc pablo we'll be there fk off with the self promo

noranora: we'll be there! :)

mkarim: see you man

PABLOO: kk

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jheeny3000: karim yo you never told me about the drummer situation

jheeny3000: you got one?

noranora: i think he’s afk again

jheeny3000: jfc skeet can u text him or smth

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jheeny3000: skeeeeet

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jhneey3000: r u fuck serious rn

noranora: i'm sorry j :/ i'll try to be on the lookout for you

jheeny3000: fucking faggots jfc

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[private message: mkarim@ princemalik]

mkarim: hey your highness

mkarim: so you got a link to these songs?

princemalik:  yeah, hold on

princemalik:  https:youtu.be/dQwwWgXcQ

mkarim: I like this

mkarim: I really like this

mkarim: you do this alone? how long have you been playing

princemalik: yeah

princemalik: oh man idk since I was a kid, I started taking singing lessons when I was eight I think

princemalik: you?

mkarim: christ lmao

mkarim: one of those kids huh

mkarim:  I started like fifteen or something I think

mkarim: no I like this though skeet was right it does sound like my stuff

mkarim: kind of punk right?

princemalik: yeah, alternative I guess

princemalik: so, do I get to hear some of your stuff or what?

princemalik: so you started at fifteen... how old are you now?

mkarim: yeah sure here

mkarim: https:youtu.be/dXwqQjXcX

mkarim: thats one of the newer ones

mkarim: 20

mkarim: u?

princemalik: yeah, me too

princemalik: holy shit, this is really good, you have like a band or something?

mkarim: yeah we play a bit in bars and stuff

mkarim: small venue stuff

mkarim: we're playing at charlie's on friday after pablo's band, you should come, are you in LA?

princemalik:  nah I don't live in the states, actually

princemalik:  that sounds really cool though, maybe you could get someone to record it for me?

princemalik:  that's not weird to ask, is it?

mkarim: no we post live vids on our channel you can check it out

mkarim: we're called endeverafter

mkarim: shame youre not close would be cool to jam sometime with a guy with music like yours

mkarim: you thinking of starting a band of your own?

princemalik: yeah absolutely I'll check it out

princemalik:  I've been talking to some of the guys in my class about it, the guitarist's dad owns a bar in the city he told us when we get some songs together we can play there

princemalik: so, do you speak Arabic or did you google my name?

mkarim: right on you gotta take him up on that let me know how it goes

mkarim: lol I speak it I was born just outside cairo

mkarim: I take it youre native too?

princemalik: yeah, I will.

princemalik: hey, me too.  When did you move out to the states?  What's it like?

mkarim: maybe five ago

mkarim: its amazing I love the city here

mkarim: so much to do, tons of clubs, people are just generally into more stuff

mkarim: I could never go back after being here its like a whole other world

mkarim: its expensive though

princemalik: yeah?  Worse than Cairo you think?

princemalik: I've always wanted to visit, it seems like everyone is more chill there, more accepting, y'know?

mkarim: definitely steeper. I got an apartment I share with three other guys rn

mkarim: they definitely are

mkarim: are you in school still?

princemalik: oh wow that's a lot, sounds like it could be a lot of fun tho

princemalik: yeah I am, you?

mkarim: yeah, second year. I think I'm done honestly though getting tired of this and the bands doing so well, we're getting signed in a few months, probably start touring

princemalik: holy shit you're getting signed?  That's amazing, good for you guys.  You gotta make sure the tour comes through here lol

mkarim: lmao yeah just for you your majesty

mkarim: what are you studying

princemalik: that's right, a private viewing just for me lol

princemalik: music theory

princemalik: what about you, something boring?

mkarim: yeah

mkarim: the only way my dad would pay for me to move here and go to school was if I studied what he wanted

mkarim: worth it to get away from him so I figure why not I can drop it out once I save up my own money

mkarim: sorry you don't need to know that shit

princemalik:  it's alright

princemalik: don't get along very well with your dad, huh?

mkarim: no

mkarim: do you live at home?

princemalik: that sucks, sorry man

princemalik: yeah, with my father and my sister

mkarim: older or younger? she into music too?

princemalik: older and nah not really

princemalik: she's more into like clothes and stuff

princemalik: you have any siblings?

mkarim: ooh fashionista lol

mkarim: no its just me

mkarim: that I know of lol

mkarim: isn't it late there now? youre like ten hours ahead aren't you?

princemalik: yeah she makes her own jewelry and everything she's pretty good at it

princemalik: yeah but it's the weekend tomorrow I'll just sleep in

mkarim: fair enough

mkarim: so what else are you into

princemalik: not a lot, with school and practice that takes up most of my time y'know

princemalik:  I read a lot, mostly keep to myself

princemalik:  what about you, you seem pretty outgoing.  I bet you have groupies already

mkarim: hahahaa yeah I guess kind of

mkarim: we go out a lot here like I said theres a lot of places to go

mkarim: do you party?

princemalik: yeah, sometimes

princemalik: there's some really nice clubs here but my dad is pretty strict so I've gotta get creative

mkarim: lol youre 20 man why do you stay at home? move out, get your own place, party any time you want. why let him rule you?

princemalik:  I don't really have a job right now, I couldn't afford living on my own anyway.

princemalik: he's not too bad

mkarim: if you say so

mkarim: I gotta get going. rehearsal. i'll talk to you later, prince lol

princemalik: alright lol see ya

princemalik:  you up yet?  How did your rehearsal go?

mkarim: hey sorry I hardly go on the chats here

mkarim: jon keeps bugging me about everything hes really annoying lol

mkarim: you can text me though that might be easier?

princemalik: yeah absolutely just send me you number

mkarim:  5552814

Hey it's the king.  So how was rehearsal, you go to any wild parties?

the king huh lol it was fine, just practicing for friday. probably having an after party then we'll see we'll see ;)

Hey, I didn't name myself lol.  Nice, have fun.  I'm going out Friday night too, it's not gonna be anywhere near as wild as your party though I'm sure.

whats your sisters name I bet its like Amira or something lol. you gonna party or got a hot date?

No lol it's Ishizu.  Just clubbing with some friends, I'm not really dating anyone right now.  What about you, you got a girlfriend or something?

or something. nah not really with anyone now.

so I listened to a few more of your songs on your yt, you've got good chords man. i'm still reeling that you put all that together by yourself.

That means a lot, especially from someone with as much experience as you, thank you.  Hey, if you ever need some guest vocals you know who to call lol

haha yeah if you ever flew to LA to sing. wouldn't be bad though we all suck, we could use someone like you. shame. what do you play most?

Mostly just sing, keyboard.  I started learning guitar years ago but I'm kind of a wuss with my hands I hate he callouses lol. What do you play?

lol aw the poor royal hands. I love guitar, i play bass mostly though.

Got the short end of the stick huh?   You're really good at the vocals too, you have a good voice for it.  You could be lead if you wanted to.

nah i don't think ive got the right stage presence for lead or something. i like bass its ok

That's something you learn, though, right?  You seemed to handle yourself pretty well in those videos.

ahh you watched those eh yeah they're kind nsfw I guess but so are the songs

Yeah they were really good though, you're very good looking.

ahahahaa thanks. You make any videos?

What, of just me?  Nah, that's kind of weird and embarrassing lol.  Maybe if the whole band thing takes off we will.

nah do like acoustic stuff. Girls love that shit. Besides, if you're good looking too it'll get you more views

Do they? lol  Yeah, maybe I'll try it.  Something with my keyboard, maybe.

yeah and then link me. That's not weird to ask right lol

Nah it's only fair I guess.  I'll have to borrow my father's camera no way my phone is gonna do it.

lol okay well good luck with that I look forward to it

Did you still wanna see that video?  I'm kinda nervous about posting it honestly.

what video?

oh yeahhh oh yeah send it over

I sent the link in our chat.  Promise not to laugh too much.

i promise

damn thats good man.

i mean it sounds as good the camera allows but you look great too man lol your views will definitely skyrocket if you post that

Oh wow thanks lol.  Yeah I think I'm gonna do it.  May as well start getting myself out there, y'know?

you absolutely should. i swear its a lot easier to get noticed here though i think, like we've only been playing a year maybe and we're growing fast. it's just LA

A year??  That's so fast.  Man I've gotta get out there some day.

you sure do. how was your weekend?

Boring.  I spent most of it helping my father clean out the garage, wrote some new stuff.  What did you do, Mr. Rockstar?

lol what happened to that party you were going to? i went out man I don't even remember what I did last night we got so fucked

I didn't end up going we'll probably go this weekend instead.  Actually I might have some friends over Tuesday while my father's out of town.  It must've been a lot of fun then lol.

that sucks. sounds like a shitty weekend. does your sister live at home with you guys i can't remember if you told me

Yeah, I did she does.  If I'm extra nice to her she won't tell on me lol

lol better start doing her chores then. you wanna show me some of your new stuff? do you start with lyrics or music?

I already did her laundry today lol.  Sure, how do you want me to show you?  I always start with the lyrics, it helps me get an idea of where I'm going.  You write any of the stuff for your band?

yeah some of the lyrics but the lead does most of the music, he's just got an ear for it. whatever is easier for you, depends on how much you have I guess? we can call if it helps.

Not too much, its mostly bits and pieces.  Yeah we can call if you want that would be cool.

Alright give me a sec

[Incoming call: Karim]

[crispyninjadonut]

Keeper Group Chat Chapter 2

A/n hey guys sorry I don't have a schedule set up for updating I procrastinate and end up writing this on notes going to and from class XD  Enjoy

  As always under the cut for people that don't want to read (but why wouldn't you)

Linh: fitz did you have that science test yet Fitz: yeah earlier today Linh: how hard was it Fitz: define hard Fitz: like bash head against the wall hard Linh: definitely not that hard hopefully Fitz: yeah it wasn’t tHaT hard Linh: phew Sophie: hey guys Fitz: yo soph Linh: how was your morning Sophie: tiring Fitz: I don’t blame you Linh: yeah Sophie: I wonder where everyone else is Fitz: probs getting to class Linh: yeah doesn’t biana have maths across the school next? Sophie: tru Fitz: yep Sophie: I am sooooo ready for lunch Linh: saaaame Fitz: gtg bells about to ring Linh: me too Sophie: bye

Keefe: I have the fear Biana: you okay Keefe Keefe: t h e l u n c h l i n e Dex: oh my god Biana: how long have we been going to this school Tam: too long Biana: -_- Biana: my point is that you’ve gone through the lunch line before stop being so dramatic Dex: ohhhhhh Dex: she told you Keefe: if i die you aren’t getting any of my stuff Biana: just go! God Tam: see you at the table Dex: ugghhhh why does my locker have to be so far away Biana: c'mon Dex stop talking more walking Dex: I’m coming sheesh

Sophie: I don’t wanna go to maaaaath Fitz: c'mon that’s our only class together Keefe: I see why you don’t wanna go Fitz: -_- Keefe: ALLL byyyy myyyseeeeelf Keefe: don’t wannaaaa beeee Biana: oh my god Sophie: I know Tam: keefe could you shut up Keefe: nevverrrrr Fitz: uhoh Biana: the bells gonna ring you better shut up Sophie: if you make my phone go off in class Ill kill you Fitz: hahah HAHA Fitz: go to class Sophie: I swear if you are ditching again Keefe: me? Pfft Keefe: no way Biana: -_- Keefe: maybe a little Fitz: KEEFE Biana: you are so getting detention Fitz: don’t skip the detention Keefe: of course I’m gonna skip the detention Sophie: Keefe no Keefe: Keefe yes Tam: I do not condone this Keefe: hahaha see ya later guys Fitz: are you serious

Dex: FREEEDOOOOOOM Linh: yep Biana: let’s freaking go Im ready Sophie: where is my bus Keefe: with all the other busses Sophie: thanks Keefe Fitz: UGH I’ve got so much homework Dex: haha sucks to suck Fitz: what Dex: forget it Sophie: I CANT GIND MY BUS Biana: noooooooo Keefe: Foster it’s right over there Sophie: where the heck is that Keefe: the front Sophie: whys it over there Linh: go before you miss it Dex: oh my god soph XD Fitz: what are we gonna do with you Biana: :P Sophie: ha ha ha Sophie: ha ha ha haaaaa Sophie: -_- Dex: it’s okay Sophie: I’m disowning all of you Biana: you do that Sophie: jk jk love you guys Tam: I’m trying to do homework can you guys SHUT UP Keefe: you can’t tell us what to do bangs boy Biana: so what do you guys want to do on the ride home Dex: cry Keefe: um Dex: ;-; Linh: you okay there Dex: nO Fitz: do you want to talk about it Dex: no I’m just never okay Sophie; IM NOOOT OKKAAAAYYY Sophie: IM NOT OKAAAYYYYYYY Biana: sophie stap Sophie: ok I’m good Keefe: that happened Fitz: indeed Biana: I see the house on the horizon Fitz: woot let’s go Keefe: see ya guys Sophie: byyyye Dex: ughh five more stops Dex: I’m gonna do a little homework Sophie: ok talk to ya later Dex Keefe: bye!! Sophie: and then there were 2 Keefe: make that 1 my stop is in a minute Sophie: ugggggggggggg Sophie: alllll by myyyyyseeeelllllllfffff Sophie: fine I’ll do homework then

Sophie: HOMEWORK SUCKS Linh: I feel you Sophie: math Sophie: I hate math Dex: *maths Sophie: yeah yeah whatever Biana: XD Fitz: you having trouble Sophie: AM I HAVING TROUBLE Fitz: *? Fitz: need some help Sophie: yea Fitz: FaceTime me I’ll help Sophie: omg thanks Dex: hey linh do you get the music homework cause I don’t Linh: what part Dex: every part Linh: well that’s helpful Dex: wait google is being helpful Linh: okay Linh: am I being replaced by a computer? Biana: XD Dex: nooooo Dex: it’s just that google understands me Linh: XD okay

Keefe: it is already dark out!!! Tam: yeah that happens Keefe: but I have practiiiiiice Tam: deal with it Keefe: sigh Keefe: oh I see how it is Keefe: your just gonna leave me here with my boredom Keefe: ugghgggggggghhh your all so boring

Biana: hahaha sorry Keefe Keefe: -_- Biana: :P Keefe: hey hey did you know Biana: the more you KNOWWW Keefe: did you know that how to save a life is ten years old now Biana: WHAT Biana: ARE YOU SERIOUS Keefe: yep Biana: man I feel old Keefe: I know right Biana: wooowwww Biana: welp I gotta go Keefe: ugh just leave me be Biana: XD see ya

Dex: I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND THIS MUSIC HOMEWORK

Sophie: hey at least its not math Dex: *maths Sophie: sigh Dex: technically it is like maths though Sophie: oh shut up Dex: XD Dex: I win Keefe: foster nobody calls it math Sophie: AMERICANS CALL IT MATH Keefe: I rest my case Sophie: ohhHHHH ITS ONN Dex: look what you did Keefe Dex: I just wanted to complain about my homework Dex: but nooooo Keefe: hehe sorry Sophie: UGH Sophie: you disgust me Keefe: I try ;) Dex: ew Sophie: omg Dex XD Dex: ^-^ Keefe: I am highly offended Biana: why am I not surprised Dex: heyy biana Dex: you have mister austin for music right Biana: yeah Dex: did you have any music homework Biana: nope we were running late Dex: are you serious Biana: sorry buddy Dex; well im gonna fail Sophie: no your not Biana: why are you taking music anyway Dex: my parents like TORTURING me Sophie: -_- Biana: cmon music isn’t that bad Dex: you know im terrible at it Sophie: your never gonna get better with that attitude Biana: yeah Dex: hmf Keefe: Guess who’s back Dex: an idiot is back Sophie: ab argumentative idiot is back Keefe: ack I am highly offended Biana: good Keefe: why do yall hate me Sophie: keefe Keefe: yah Sophie: never say y'all again Keefe: okay Dex: XD Keefe: hey Keefe: hey hey Sophie: yeah? Keefe: biana Sophie: oh Dex: XD Keefe: bianaaaaaa Biana: what is it keefe Keefe: is fitz around Biana: -_- Biana: he’s shut up in his room doing homework Keefe: ohhhh Biana:facetime him or something Keefe: I can’t he set it to do not disturb Dex: what do you want wonderboy for anyway Sophie: dEX Dex: yeah yeah don’t call him wonderboy anymore I know Sophie: :-: Biana: welp I don’t know what to tell you Keefe: tell FiTz that there’s a rugby game this saturday Biana: fine Sophie: ope Sophie: dinners ready bye! Keefe: bye foster! Dex: see ya soph Keefe: sooo Dex: I’m doing hw talk later Keefe: mkay

Biana: just told him Keefe: thanks Keefe: imma go take a nap Biana: XD okay Keefe: see ya tomorrow

 Chap 1

[3one3]

Okay Sunday update tyme. 

There may or may not have been a mini war over making my coffee this morning. I'm not really sure. All I know is the one I got was made by the Babysitter and not very good. 

Then there was a baby. This nice couple that comes in often arrived with their maybe 16 mo son, who the Babysitter always holds and stuff. He lets him play with the touch-screen. Some people just really love babies. They see a baby and they get heart eyes and are like oo a baby how ~cute~ lemme go see it! I’m not one of them. I’m mostly afraid of and/or grossed out by babies. The Pacifier definitely got the baby gene. He was DELIGHTED by the baby. Instant, yuge smile. He went over to see him, and tickled his tummy and stuff, and I was like wow, he’s more interested in touching a baby than me, that hurts. Way to cut me deep. It was still really cute to see him be delighted by the baby tho. I def got THAT gene. The “guys being cute with kids directly affects ovaries” gene. 

Then the piña colada party started. They're not on the menu. I guess someone bought a big bottle of Cooco Real, the coconut cream stuff that makes piña coladas delicious at 900 calories per sip, but not really because it’s not as good as the thick stuff that comes in a can. They also don't have anything else blended on the menu but they do have a blender. Out comes this blender. The Pacifier and the Brother are practically giddy about this, and are verifying with the Babysitter what to put in it. He takes over anyway. Pacifier suggests using Malibu coconut rum and Babysitter is like no you use the regular clear rum rawr. They're actually both wrong. You should use a good quality white rum, yeah, but you should also use a really good dark rum. But that's if you have good quality coconut cream, which they didn't. It should have coconut milk too, and some lime, but I didn’t want to lecture the bartenders on how to bartend, ya know? Just cause I’ve been a piña colada enthusiast since age 6 doesn’t mean I’m an authority.  

Babysitter makes the first batch and tries to pour some in this little coupe glass which is all wrong for that. How do you put a full size straw in a coupe glass? You don't. Anyway. It also won't pour. It's too solid. Like sorbet. I was like "it's supposed to be a liquid, not a dessert". Pacifier chuckles at this and I'm like oooo score. Pacifier goes and gets a cherry for it and everything and they taste some and give it to me to taste, and they both said it's not sweet enough, and I said IT NEEDS MALIBU, and the Pacifier is like IT NEEDS MALIBU, and it becomes clear at this point that the Babysitter has never had Malibu and doesn't know its awesomeness. Side note: my favorite whatever drink is Malibu and pineapple juice. I didn't even know they had Malibu at this bar until last week because no one uses it for anything but the Pacifier and I happened to see him grab it from below the bar and pour some. I always wondered why there is none on the shelf with everything else. Anyway. Moving on. 

A second batch is made, with Malibu, and offered around to everyone to try. It's much better. Babysitter still can't pour it tho and Pacifier and I are watching him try and I look at him and shake my head and he starts cracking up and I melt inside. Making someone you want to be friends with laugh with you like a normal reason rather than awkwardly laugh for no apparent reason every time you talk to him is just the best. They decide it can go on the menu for the day. I told the Babysitter not to serve it in that stupid glass but he insisted. He said hey could use the cocktail straws. I was like wtf how can you sip an already too thick piña colada through a fucking cocktail straw??? And he just laughed. Another guy decided the solution was to just cut the regular straws in half 🤷🏼‍♀️

I still had the whole first example to drink myself, plus some of the new and improved one. I really don't drink anymore, so that was enough to count as liquid courage I guess. It brightened by whole day. I was in a good mood. I decided it was to be a day of progress on the communication front. But then naturally the place got crazy busy and the Pacifier was running around at Mach V doing his job. I seriously can’t bring myself to bother him when he’s busy.

I waited until things calmed down considerably and did my standard I'm-about-to-be-annoying-but-at-least-I'm-sweet-about-it way of saying his name (this has gotten males of all age and association to do things for me forever) as he was walking behind me, and he leaned in beside me and said "yes? ma'am" and I wanted to end myself right then and there. You can't ask a girl to hang out one weekend and then call her ma'am the next. It's bloody criminal. I decided it wasn't serious tho. He called the Babysitter sir earlier. I call my officemate ma'am all the time, non-seriously, like when she brings my trash can in from the hallway and I say thank you, ma’am. But anyway it ruined the whole plan it took me an hour to decide on. I was going to summon him and then be like "you know what I want *wink wink*" bc obvi I wanted a coffee and he would know that. Ma'am threw me off tho. And then he didn't give me a chance to ask a question anyway. He asked me if I wanted another one and I was like yesssss pleaaaaase. It was delicious and I was thankful. I wanted to tell him that he’s my favorite person on the planet on saturdays and sundays and that when I work those mornings the only reason I get out of bed is that I know I get to have that cappuccino after. He’s too quick. Or I’m too slow. Or something.

Now here's where shit gets cray. One of my clients and I have been looking at this horse for a while. We checked him out years ago when he had a different owner, and liked him but not for the price. Now his current owners put him up for private auction over the weekend and we were like, well if we can get him for X then it’s a no brainer and if we can get him for Y it would probably be worth it, but no more, and I did the homework on the other people I knew might be interested  and so I thought it was possible that we could get him for that. But we weren't fully sold on him. I usually feel strongly one way or another on whether to get a horse, particularly at a certain price point. I was like, we could do this, and it would be great, or we could not do it, and I probably won't  kick myself over it tomorrow. 

With 90 mins left on the sale clock, and an "it's up to you" order from the client, which I had been waiting for for most of the day, I decide that the best way to decide is to let the Pacifier choose 😂 I had a good reason though! The horse's name is one letter off being Cappuccino! It's a sign! I'll show him the video of the horse on my phone and ask him what I should do. It’s genius. I summon the Pacifier, who had to be wondering just how much cappuccino I can drink in one day, since that's all I ever summon him for. I immediately panic that the friend I was texting literally *about him* and practically nothing else and who hadn't answered me in over an hour would decide that was the right time to reply, and that she'd say something totally incriminating exactly as he was looking at my phone. It was too late to tell her to shh tho bc he was already incoming, and I couldn't do airplane mode bc I needed wifi to show him the Video. It went like this. 

"Are you superstitious?" (I'm thinking, what if he doesn't know what that means?)

~message from friend about how the babysitter is definitely cockblocking drops down from top of screen along with two others BECAUSE OF FUCKING COURSE and I desperately will her to stfu~

"No. " 

"Well I'm very superstitious and I need your help. There's this horse. See the video of  the nice horse?" I held the phone so he could barely see it, just in case. "I have an hour and a half to decide if I should get it for a client and I don't know what to do. I'm fine either way. I’m totally 50/50 on it. I could flip a coin. But the horse's name is Cappuccino (it would have been too hard to explain the one letter difference and I talk really fast when I'm nervous and it gets hard for people to understand and meh whatever) and you're my cappuccino guy so I need you to tell me what to do."

"Then you should go for it!" He says, laughing. It was sort of like a comfortable laugh too, not the awkward one. 

"You think so?"

"Yeah! Go for it!" At this point I'm just loving the carefree gung ho attitude here. 

I told him okay I'm gonna do it, and I warned him that I'm blaming him if the horse ends up being terrible. He was just smiley and laughing and stuff. 

And that's how i bought a $400,000 horse on the cappuccino guy's say so. Did I mention I forgot to mention to him how much the horse costs? 🙊 He might be one of those people who thinks even competition horses are peanuts. He probably has no idea. He might not have even understood what I was saying. He could have thought I was talking about betting on the horse or something. I have no idea. He was just all for it. 

I get really high when I do big deals. Like so pumped. I called the client and said to do it. And I was like shaking and grinning and stupid. Hopefully it was the horse and not just the interaction 🤦🏼‍♀️

I left a little while after that. On the way out when he was saying bye to me I reminded him that he's in big trouble if the horse is crap, and he was all smiles. 

I find out for sure tomorrow morning if our bid was definitely accepted, but I saw no others come in after so it prob was. Lawd help me if this doesn't work out well 🙈🙈🙈

Then I went running and got sunburn bc it was earlier than I wanted to go but I was too hyped to sit still, then I saw one of the guys from the restaurant on the way to where I run, and he was on a bike share bike outside mcdonalds in work clothes but not the ones he was in earlier and I was like wtf and also please don't notice me in my terrible running outfit. 

Then I got some really upsetting texts from bf about all this 😕

Then I had some food and prepped some stuff for my lunches and then I worked out bc the high hadn't gone away yet and ya gotta use it while it's there. Haven't managed to figure out how to use it to fix the bf thing tho. 

But, consider yourself updated.