Tuesday, September 4, 2018

IN LOVE WITH DISASTER A NOT SO BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY by Mo'Nik (Proppa Droppa)

*UNEDITED*

“I love yo fine ass girl,” Disaster slurred.


He had been hanging out with a few of his homie’s and showed up at Aleina house drunk instead of going home, which wasn’t a problem for Aleina, she was just happy that he thought about her enough to see her before going home.

“I love you too Assiah. You’re drunk,” Aleina stood inside the walk-in closet in her bedroom making room for Assiah to have a HIS side of the closet since he was starting to spend more and more time at her house with her and the kids; it was easier that way instead of having to pack the kids up every time she wanted to see him.     

“Yea, so, will you marry me?” Disaster dropped down to one knee, in the closet, with no ring, and proposed to Aleina.

The moment wasn’t as romantic and she had hoped and dreamed, he did propose though which meant he thought highly enough of her to make her his wife. That was all that Aleina ever wanted, a husband and to be someone’s wife. It looked like she was finally going to have what her best friend had.

“You are drunk babe. We will see if you still feel the same tomorrow when you are sober.”

She managed to get him in the shower to wash the sweat and liquor smell off of him before he got in her bed. It wasn’t late but she wasn’t going to let him drive home under the influence like he was. He could sober up at her house and put something on his stomach before he left. Aleina would cook something up really quick for him to warm up when he woke and sobered up. She prepared a potato hash bowl with diced garlic roasted red potatoes, red, yellow, orange, and green bell peppers, sweet onions, sautéed spinach and kale, beansprouts, and cheese. Disaster actually enjoyed and appreciated the healthier food options that Aleina introduced him to and provided for him. He would eat meat any other time that they weren’t together so he didn’t mind not eating it when they were. While she was cooking, Disaster’s phone was constantly going off; he had left it in the pocket of the pants that he wore and they were on the floor from when she put him in the shower. The noise and vibration of the incoming calls and messages echoed throughout the apartment.

“Assiah? Your phone is going off. Whoever it is, it must be important,” Aleina tried waking him up so that he could answer his phone finally and whoever it was trying to contact him would stop.

Disaster wasn’t budging and his phone wasn’t stopping so Aleina checked it to make sure it wasn’t something life or death. Luckily for her, he was so drunk that he forgot to put a lock on his phone, making it easy for her to find out what she was trying to find out. Several messages had come through and not yet read, all from the same name and number, a Chrissy.

“Are you just trying to fuck me Disaster or fuck with me?” one message read to which he responded, “a little of both.”

From there, he must’ve stopped responding to the woman because the rest of her messages were her going off for him not responding back in a timely fashion.

“You love playing with my feelings for you, don’t you? Knowing how much I love you and you do this to me all the time, knowing I will be right here waiting for you like a fool,” another message read.

“Just let me know that you are okay Disaster. I love you,” yet another one read.

Aleina was heated reading the messages from whoever the fuck Chrissy was because Disaster had just proposed to her and told her that he loved her before she washed his stanking ass and cooked for him. Now she wondered if he was with Chrissy before coming to see her and not really with his boys as he had told her. Maybe that was why she was blowing him up, because he left her so early in the day.

“Assiah “Disaster” Grand, get yo muthafuckin ass up nigga,” Aleina went to the bathroom across from her bedroom and got a cup and filled it with water. She poured the water directly onto his face, his mouth open, almost causing him to drown.

“Aleina, what the fuck?” a startled Disaster hopped up from out of Aleina’s bed so quick, trying to catch his breath.

“Who the fuck is Chrissy Assiah? And don’t lie either because the bitch been blowing up your phone since you been here,” Aleina shouted, dismissing the fact that the kids were asleep close by in their bedroom.

“You went through my phone Aleina? While I was asleep?”

Disaster was asking all of the wrong questions in Aleina’s eyes and answering her question with questions.

“Your phone was going the fuck off so I checked the messages to make sure it wasn’t an emergency. And it wasn’t, it was just Chrissy trying to find out if you fucking with her or just fucking her. A little of both huh Assiah,” she stated to let him know that she knew enough already and that lying wouldn’t be helpful for his case at all right now.

Disaster seemed to sober up really quick and his attitude and demeanor changed as well. He had a look in eyes that frightened Aleina and made her nervous; the same look that he had in his eyes the night that he was fighting her neighbors with her. Without warning or noticing, Disaster grabbed Aleina by her neck and squeezed.

“Assiah, you’re hurting,” were the only words that she could get out of her mouth as his grip tightened around her throat.

She started using her hands to claw at his hands and face and trying to pry his hands from off of her or to loosen he grip that he had.

“Don’t ever disrespect me like that again bitch. Mind your fucking business,” he demanded before letting go of her neck and letting her fall to the floor.

Aleina was balled up in a fetal position crying and holding her neck in disbelief. The shit happened so fast that she still couldn’t believe it. Did Disaster just lose his mind and snap on her?

“Leave Assiah now,” she panted between breathes while still grabbing her neck which was sore.

The only thing she could think about were her children and how she was happy that they hadn’t witnessed anything, even though they were still pretty young. She was hurt and in pain, but not physical pain, emotional pain, she couldn’t believe that he would propose to her one minute and try to hut her the next minute. And all because he had been lying to her and leading her on. He said he loved her and she loved him too but now she wasn’t so sure what was going to happen to her or between them.

“I’m sorry Aleina,” it was like he had blacked out and was now back to reality, tears started streaming down his face. “What the fuck did I do? I’m sorry baby. Please don’t leave me. I love you!”

Aleina got up from where she was on the floor slowly and with caution, watching Disaster the entire time.  He made a move towards her and she backed away from him, taking retreat in a corner like a scared child who had just gotten disciplined.   

“Please don’t touch me Assiah,” Aleina pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks now. “Please just leave. I’m scared.”

“No, Aleina! I’m sorry baby. Please forgive me. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking about. Don’t be scared of me please.”

He went to where Aleina was in the room and picked her up like an injured child, carrying her in his arms to her bed and kissing all over her face.

“I’m sorry baby. I love you so much. I don’t care about her. That’s why she blowing me up like that, because she can’t have me. I love you. I wanna marry you.”

Aleina cried as Disaster cried and pleaded with her to forgive him and not leave him. Just as soon as he snapped out of it he snapped back in and was back to being the sweet, kind, caring, thoughtful man that she had fallen in love with. He placed her on the bed gently as he covered her with kisses anywhere that his lips could touch. He undressed her as she still cried, motionless and shocked by what had happened, it was still processing in her mind on how she should react and what she should do.

“I love you Aleina baby. Please forgive me,” Disaster said again as he continued to undress her and show affection.

Once she was completely naked, he laid down next to her and picked her up, placing her pussy first onto his beard covered face. Her body relaxed at the feeling of his warm and moist tongue penetrating her pussy like a penis but her mind didn’t, it was racing a mile a minute. Disaster grabbed Aleina by the waist and grind her hips on his tongue and mouth. As her honey began to flow from her honey pot, her mind began to ease and she started grinding her hips on his tongue herself.

“Fuck,” slipped past her lips in a whisper but Disaster still heard her and went harder.

Sloppy wet noises filled Aleina’s bedroom as Disaster filled up on her essence. She popped her pussy on his tongue as her juices flowed down his chin and moisturized his beard and mustache. Disaster didn’t stop the assault with his mouth and Aleina felt that feeling that she had only felt a time or two but it always escaped her before she could make use of it; not this time though. The sensation that she had to pee completely took over her body as she pushed and released the cum that had been laying dormant in her body since the last time Mason made her cum, or she made herself cum, which was most likely the case. She had never felt something so powerful take over her entire body the way that it just had but she loved it. Disaster did as well, all that she heard were muffled moans and sounds of “Mmmm!” Aleina was trembling from head to toe, hair bumps raised on her skin, toes curling, body limp; she was in bliss and had momentarily forgotten about what Disaster did prior to him taking her soul.

“From now on, that’s how you cum,” he demanded of her before leaving her limp body lying in the bed.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Bad Boys Need Love Too 3 A Cincinnati Street King's Love Story (excerpt)

             “That’s what I like to hear my nigga. Carly is back in business baby!”

Carlyone ducked inside of the driver’s side of the vehicle that he was in to retrieve the mason jar that he kept his different strains of marijuana and cigarillos in. He figured that he might as well roll up and enjoy the weather and his hood while he waited for Zavia to pull up which should be any minute now. As soon as he was back outside of the car, he and the Cholly nigga, noticed a car slow creeping towards where they were posted and chilling.

Carlyone had been absent from the hood for a while which is what prompted his next question, “yo Cholly, you know who the fuck this is pulling down all slow like this? Whose whip is that?”

Before Cholly could get one word out, the car sped up towards them with the tinted passenger side window down, and the barrel of a gun visibly noticeable. Carlyone seen it and acted just as fast, retrieving the gun that he carried and called Bae from the waistband of the denim shorts that he wore. Cholly wasn’t new to the shit either being a hood veteran with just as many years as Carlyone under his belt if not more, he took his gun out as well as they both started shooting first. They both ducked behind Carly’s vehicle as the other car approached them with bullets flying from both directions. They were in the middle of a real live shoot out in the middle of broad daylight although that was nothing surprising to see in the housing projects that raised Carlyone and all his niggas.

“Who the fuck is these niggas Cholly?” Carlyone shouted above the chaos and noise of guns being shot off while he continued to fire back at the unknown assailants.

Not a moment later after Carlyone asked that did Zavia pull up in the middle of the action. Carlyone spotted her car and immediately ran toward her direction as if he was all of a sudden oblivious to what they were in the middle of.

“Z, don’t move baby, stay right fucking there,” he shouted.

He didn’t want or need her suffering the same fate as Shereen had, at least not yet anyway. He needed Zavia for his next come up.

“Don’t move,” Carlyone shouted once more before he felt a sharp pain in his leg and fell to the concrete pavement in the concrete jungle of the city that raised him and all his boys.

Carlyone got up from the ground and limped toward Zavia as she pulled a gun from her purse and upped it, releasing the bullets through the air at the occupants of the vehicle that was shooting at Carlyone. Carlyone turned around and hopped backward as he began shooting again with Zavia covering him. Cholly was reloading his gun to let off more shots as well and as soon as it began it was over as the dark painted vehicle sped away.

“Carly baby what the fuck? We gotta get you to a hospital,” Zavia cried as she ran to his aid once the vehicle was out of sight.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was Z. Help me to the car,” he demanded as a trail of his blood followed him. 

He had forgotten about his car and Cholly and everything else that was going on around him including the people who were coming out from ducking and dodging slugs. The only thing on Carlyone’s mind was who the fuck it was that was shooting at him.

“When we get to UC just drop me off, you don’t know me, you saw me on the side of the road and gave me a ride,” he instructed as they headed toward the University of Cincinnati Medical Center dubbed UC for short.

Zavia nodded her head to acknowledge the instructions given to her before speaking, “who was that Carly?”

“I don’t fucking know but lemme find out that was Breeze ass or he had any fucking thing to do with it,” he fumed.               

“Breeze?” Zavia quizzed as she weaved through traffic to keep her boo from bleeding all over the upholstery of her brand-new car.

She loved him but she didn’t want the nigga fucking up her shit. She had bust many moves and danced at many parties during the time that he was in prison so that shit was right when he came home, starting with the car that she picked him up in, a 2018 gold Chevy Camaro with matching rims and tinted windows, of course.

“Yes, Breeze. You know that nigga and his bitch been plotting and planning against us since Shereen fucked up that play. The nigga sat in my face and told me that he wasn’t about to be second to me or nobody. Who the fuck else got beef with me and I been locked up for damn near two years?” Carlyone made a point.

“I feel it baby but you just spent some money with him. Wouldn’t it be dumb to fuck up that business? I mean money is money,” Zavia queried of the pack that he had just gotten from Breeze and the same pack that he was in the hood with when he got shot.

“You smarter than that Zavia, keep up. The nigga wants me to think shit sweet,” Carlyone looked out of the windshield and kept his eyes glued to the road ahead of them.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

PUT IT DOWN

I call him Money like Mayweather because he beat it up like Canelo. 🥊
Or maybe call him Swisher because he fill me up like a rello. 💨
I can't call him a gentleman, when we fuck he ain't a nice fellow. 😉
But I can't call him shit when I'm screaming into a pillow. 🛏

He the type to give long dick in longevity. 🍆
Not to mention, he LIT, so I fuck with him heavily. 💪🏾
I'm trying to give him this cake like my name Sara Lee. 🎂
And its not even his birthday but he can put his name on me. 😏

He talk so much shit when we not together that I can't forget about him. 🤷🏾
I love when I'm being nasty and filthy and he still treats me like a priceless gem. 💎
And these other niggas can't compare, his dick alone outweighs them. 🤤
He's the full package, like a luxury car with some rims. 🚗

His flyness goes further than his dick and he don't even know it. 🤦🏾
His highness is like royalty and my loyalty will show it. 💯
Just like my pussy juice, with these words, I'm go flow it. 💦
So when I say he put it down on me, you can quote it. ❤

Monday, May 28, 2018

DAMN!!!



DAMN!!!
He got my my mind and body on lock.
And my mouth just waters at the thought of his cock.
Have my body getting hot, ready to bust like a glock.
Thinking about the way he left me curled up in the bed in shock!


DAMN!!!
Thoughts of him consume me like an infection.
Only I don't want a cure, I just want his affection.
His mental stimulation that once started this connection.
He's got my love locked down like he's the department of corrections!


DAMN!!!
I'm fiending for his love like it's cocaine.
He shouldn't have given me a hit, now I'm going through withdrawals and insane.
Something about the way that he sexed me is so explosive, guess he got that propane.
And even now, my fire is still burning, despite the way I make it rain.


DAMN!!!
I know he doesn't realize how bad my pussy wants and needs his dick.
I'm lookin forward to the next time, I need visual memories, so we'll make a flick.
Had me sprung all over again from the very first lick.
A tatted up  brown skin cutie is a habit I ain't trying to kick......

PRIVATE STORM



PRIVATE STORM
I hear the sound of raindrops tapping against my window 🌧
As I envision your head next to me on my pillow
With each drip I flashback to your stroke 🍆
And with each dip my fingers get a little more soaked 💦
I moan and she purrs as she rains down my thighs 🍑
The rain falls harder, I feel my body temperature rise 🔥
Baby, now my pussy is like a rain cloud
My raindrops begin to fall as my moans get loud 💦
I slowly take my fingers out the strong water flow
And into the shelter of my mouth so I can taste the rainbow 🌈
Now the sound of the rain drowns out my screams
My body starts to shiver as she starts to cream 🍦
Laying here, touching her, playing in her QUIET STORM
I wish you were here so we could make our own PRIVATE STORM......

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

WITHDRAWALS (I'm Going Thru It)


I need it...
I fiend it...
So much so that I dream it.
I wake up with my fingers in my pudding and she creams it.
 
She's dripping...
Fingers slipping...
As they play in her.
In and out and round and round as they lay in her.
 
I crave it...
My favorite...
Feeling him fill me.
My pain melts away as he sexually heals me.
 
She's throbbing...
She's sobbing...
Needing his love near her.
She's calling his name wondering if he can hear her.
 
I miss him...
Want to kiss him...
But also want to do so much more.
Let him have his way with me for one night, be his little whore.
 
SOMETIMES I CAN'T CONTROL MY EMOTIONS
WHEN I NEED TO FEEL HIS MOTION DEEP SEA DIVING IN MY OCEAN
THE WAY HE LOVES ME IS LIKE A POTION.
UNDER A SPELL
BUT HE CAN'T TELL
THAT FOR HIM MY BODY YELLS
SO UNTIL HE ANSWERS I'LL KEEP RINGING HIS CELL...
 
DAMN! I'M GOING THROUGH IT!

(Remote) CONTROL ME

No need to go to BLOCKBUSTER or find a REDBOX
We can make our own movie starring my wet box

You're the producer, director, and have the most important prop
Just know once we start there's no way we can stop

Lights, camera, action. I'm in position
Do whatever you please you dont need my permission

Just say cut when you're ready to switch scenes
No need for a wardrobe change, I wont be needing no jeans

So pull out the camera, mount it up, press RECORD
I'm gonna put on a show for you that you'll love for sure

PLAY we can start breaking a sweat and soaking up the sheets
Long stroke in it slow right before you start to beat

PAUSE let your dick marinate in my kitty kat
Make him jump a little to make her pitty pat

Whatever you do just dont press STOP
Keep filling me up until Im ready to pop

I love the way your love below pleases my love below, see
I submit, I admit, your loving (remote) CONTROLS me