The End: Houston A. J. 

🎀🌥Good Afternoon🌥🎀
So I’ma jump right in this thang. I’ve been seeing a guy I met on tinder. I had ran across his profile long ago on another site but he blocked me there because he thought I was fake due to 1) my looks (because apparently I look good enough to be a catfish) and 2) how I approached him. Pretty much I saw him and after a while of us talking, I said “lemme fuck” and his response was to block  me after tearing me a new one😂😂😂😂😂.

He went on a tangent about how he’s tired of being catfished and how men are always pretending to be women🙄 to lure unsuspecting guys into sex. My argument then was: if I really was a guy, when you saw me and found this out, what would’ve happened? Also if I like men and you don’t (putting myself in a gay males position) why would I lie and say I’m a girl when that could possibly cause an altercation because I wasn’t up front about who I am and what I like? Anyway, upon crossing paths with him on Tinder, I began a conversation with him once more and I asked him why he blocked me.  He  preceded to tell me he thought I was a transgender because only men say stuff like “lemme fuck” to girls.

I told him “Sir, it’s 2016 and I know what I want. Get out of that box you live in where only men ask for sex and cooperate.” On November 19, 2016, we hung in front of my apartment complex, we smoked and talked. About a week later. We hung again and had sex. Oh My God😳😘😩😍👌🏾 it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G‼️ The entire night.  We talked and got high. He played music and his YouTube playlists were very organized lmao. I had to wonder if the playlist he played for me was his “fucking playlist” 😅.

🌐UPDATE🌐: I wanted to write about the details of that night but I kind of don’t because believe it or not, I still cannot gather the words to describe and properly explain the events that transpired.

He kissed me. I rode him. He kissed me. He sucked my breasts. He loved my breasts. I was the first girl to squirt for him. I said “all the crazy girls got the best pussy right?” He said “you must be really crazy then”! (‼️ MF😂😩🙄). He introduced me to the lovely Ms. Ruth B. He was the first guy to make me cry. I didn’t tell him (until way after it happened). He made love to me. It felt really beautiful. It felt perfect. I’m happy I experienced that beauty.

It was only for a moment. But in that moment I was in love with him and I loved him. He really truly made love to me and I cried gentle soft tears. I don’t think he even noticed. I hid my faces so he would cause I didn’t want to ruin the moments with unnecessary questions. I felt weak physically and vulnerable emotionally in that moment. He could’ve said anything to me and I would’ve given him every emotion inside of me. He thanked me for spending time with him. He didn’t pull my hair.

(And I d k if you guys know this but I cut all my hair off and sometimes I wear wigs. But for him to not even have touched my hair (besides moving it to kiss my neck) or attempt pulling it once… G.O.A.T!!!!)



So, I bet you’re wondering: if this man gave you the most amazing sex in the world and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him and he has all these great qualities about himself, why are you saying bye 🤔🤔🤔🤔? Now, I am not one who is incredibly vocal about my sex life or anything too personal about myself on Internet and I am not in anyway judging those who are because I believe whatever makes you happy, do it. I know for fact that I’m a really amazing girl and I know I have a great personality and a very beautiful face and a great body and a beautiful smile. I know who I am and I know what I am. I also happen to have really great vagina. Seriously! And I’m not bragging. I’m stating facts. And I have receipts 📠🐸☕️.

Well anyway, we were supposed to hang out one day and I ended up falling asleep and I didn’t wake up until about 3 AM the next morning. So he’s like blowing up my phone with messages and calls and I get up around 3 AM to go to the bathroom and I see this among many other messages:

I KNOW RIGHT⁉️ Can you believe the audacity? Now I’ve had this problem before with guys. Where I get with them and then it’s like “that pussy mine”… but “it’s actually not” is all I can ever think each time someone says that whether to me or another female. And if you really want to be real, sometimes I’ll be thinking “that’s with the last guy said🙄”. All I can think as I’m reading his messages to me is “this guy really feels like I belong to him and my pussy is literally his and whenever he call I should be prepared to give it” 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#Poorbaby.
I could not believe, and for a long time I was stuck and stumbling over my words on the phone with my best friend 💯🎈🍩🙏🏾🍩🎈💯   because I couldn’t believe and I couldn’t put into words how much disbelief I was in that I was getting cussed out or whatever about MY PUSSY.

He and I argued via text message for a really long time about how unreliable I am, how he was wanting too much for us to not even be in a committed relationship and I had to keep reminding him about what it was I wanted from him and how I viewed him. And I told him “you’re only a pretty face and a penis that’s all I want from you”. And I had thought that we came to an agreement that it was OK that that’s all I wanted from him. After the argument got to a point of no return for me personally (which I wanted to put him on 🌙📵Do Not Disturb📵🌙 then block him🚫🙅🏾), I texted “I hate you”.  A few minutes later I texted again “I Hate You🙄🙄😒😒😡😡😠😠😠😡😡😡😡🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾‼️”… And of course his response was ⬇️

I had to say bye. He was becoming way too possessive and he’d go off on me then apologize saying it’s because my pussy so good that he got that way. Nah B. ✌🏾️✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾🚫.

🌐Update🌐: 2K17

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