I Used to Date This Guy...

In my early 20's I used to date this guy who only came to my house. We never went to his house. He wasn’t my boyfriend or anything serious. We went out on dates, but it was usually fuckin’! His dick wasn’t that big. I mean it did the job, but his head was amazing. At that time in my life it was the best head I had ever had before in my life, so I didn’t give a fuck. The fact that he only came to my house didn’t bother me because I felt more comfortable in my own home anyway.

One day, after we finished fuckin’, I asked him why we never go to his house. His response was; “I live with my grandmother and she’s mean!” When I first met him, he did inform me that he lived with his grandmother and helped to take care of her. His response; however, puzzled me. I had to inform his black ass that the previous Christmas, I saw him and his relatives on the news crying and upset because his grandmother was killed by a hit and run driver on

Adams Boulevard

in Los Angeles, Ca. Now, when I brought his lie to his attention, he gon’ tell me; “Oh! That was my other grandmother!” I had to remind his black ass again that he told me that grandmother had died years ago and he only had one more left!

Now, one might think that I was upset, but NO! I actually enjoyed seeing the look on his face when I threw his lies back at him. I mean we were just fuckin’ anyway! Why make up lies about granny. I no longer have sexual relations with that man, but I didn’t stop riding his face right away either. We still never hooked up at his house, and I never found out the reason why, but its over and done with anyway. I’m damn near 30. All I can do is look back at some of the shit that I’ve done/accepted and shake my head!