There was nothing amazing about him, but his dick. He was somewhat attractive, with his high school education, he was nothing that I would look at twice, but he became the missing piece to an otherwise boring existence. The attraction I am not sure, our worlds would have never collided, but the convenience was that he did not require all the necessities that a normal man would. I could see him, dismiss him and call him when I wanted more. Keep him around often enough for him to feel needed, but not enough for him to think that I was in love, or wanted to establish any kind of meaningful relationship. That's what I needed right now, someone who did not ask a lot of questions and who would not interrupt my everyday life.
His innocence to the world was almost unbearable. He had never traveled outside the state, yet alone the country, not even to the next city. His life was filled with his hood. All he knew was his hood. A life surrounded by drug use and poverty. He was the perfect candidate for what I had in mind. He had never been in love, never took care of anything, never strived for anything greater than his environment, just lived a very selfish and useless life, with moments of monetary victories through robberies and taking from others. Shit, I didn't even know how old he was. That was his life; none of which was my business. His purpose in my life would be to compete the task of satisfying me until my husband returned from prison; he had 10 more years to go.
It was our first date. He did not have a car, so I picked him up. This normally would be a problem for me, but I wasn't in this for the long haul; I was in it for temporary satisfaction. He lived in the hood. The same hood I grew up in and moved away from. So as I drove my new C-class Mercedes, all eyes were on me, thank god for tinted windows. I did not want to be seen.
He was dressed in sagging jeans and a white T-shirt, typical B-boy fashion, except he wasn't a b-boy; he lacked the skill to hustle, he was a five and dimer. He wreaked of weed and vodka, he was happy and loaded, so I decided to not take this man out in public. I will start slow and take him to a hotel instead to find out exactly what he was working with. I needed to test the merchandise of my short-term investment.
After a long night of complete satisfaction, I saw that my husband had called several times, so he had to go. "Hey Boo". There is nothing more irritating than hearing a man call you boo, when you have no intention of ever being his boo, so I just looked at him. "Hey you got some change? I spent my last on these new kicks an' shit, I did that fa' you". Here he is wanting me to appreciate him spending his last whatever on himself, that was actually for me, and now he wanted to be reimbursed for it, ain't that some shit. I gave him the change because as far as I was concerned I had just fucked Idris Elba or Denzel Washington. I don't know who this nigga is, so I gave him the change to go back to where he came from, until I wanted him again.
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