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In the end... WE WIN

I didn't want to fuck him right now. We just got done going back and forth about the new and old women entering and exiting his life. I didn't want to fuck him right now but somehow I agreed. allowing him to take control of my body while I hate fucked him back. It wasn't rape, that's what you do when you are in a relationship right? fuck your partner when they are in need? what happens when you fuck your partner when they are in need but they still want more? more as in women, not more sex, but he needs more bitches around because of his constant need to be told he is perfect. He's always demanding my undivided attention but can't seem to focus in on even the simplest conversations. He gets the big ups while he puts me down. He gets the praise while these bitches think I stalk him on a daily. Not even, and if I was stalking him it would be because of his actions not because of these loose fees floating around. He does have favorites, the ones who can get nasty for him, the ones who will play by his rules, and the ones who know they could never be more than a side dish to enjoy, she happens to be one of them. But again one of the many that he keeps tucked off in different cities. All of them around for different things and his agenda unknown to anyone but himself. His need to fuck the foreign bitch before she left was at an extreme high. I was laughing because she called him trying to inform him that his bitch was out of pocket. She was hurt because I informed her in multiple different ways that she doesn't matter.... she might be here  5 days in a row and she still wouldn't matter, her pussy is sweet, she is a dope little bitch, and that's where it will end. He's mad because she's claiming not to want to fuck with him ever again but the cigarettes all over the ground of the balcony quickly let it be known she came over here and got here pussy drilled, her ass fucked, and enjoyed a nice fisting session, but still she's gone with the wind. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay away before she left, to be honest, she couldn't help herself because #1 his dick is great, #2 I interrupted their fuck session a few days ago, and #3 she actually likes this nigga and I don't blame her. You see I knew she wanted him on a deeper level months ago. I even tried to tell him but he didn't believe me, let's be honest he never believes me. I was never bothered by it because a plethora of bitches want him, love him, lust for him. Always complaining that I am taking up his time and keeping him away. All the while none of them ever knowing that he chooses to have me here every day, he chooses to fuck me on a regular, he chooses to take me out and about, and he chooses to put up with my wild antics because he causes them. You see, it isn't about the foreign bitch, keys to his world, the freckled one, the smart girl with the beauty beyond measure, the brown beach, or any other bitch. What it is about is him, his ways of claiming that he doesn't want any of them but telling them otherwise. How many times will you believe that a grown ass man forgot to charge his phone? How many times will you believe that he was with his boys? How many times will you believe him when he tells you all of the negative things about me but then requests my presence in his bed?

So even though I didn't want to, he did. So there I lay, head buried in to the 2000 count thread sheets, ass hanging off the edge, and my heart nowhere in the room. Still, my body reacted to him, his long strokes extracting cream from my body, how does he do this? It was as if he were a drill and he had penetrated the well of passion, pulling out heavy loads of my juices every time he entered. Sliding in and out of me so sweetly but with each motion, his body demanded more of my creamy goodness. He could tell I was disconnected so he worked harder as he continued to pummel into me. Placing his strong hands on my shoulders as he maneuvered his way into the pockets of my pussy. This was us, fight, fuck, build it up halfway just to tear it down. the truth is, neither of us are perfect, but neither of us are willing to walk away from something so enjoyable, so I say let all these bitches come around. all they do is intensify his need for me, remind him that I'm that bitch, and confront him with the truth... That truth being, the only sheets he wants her in is his, and the only woman he would like to lay up with for months at a time is me.