"Damn, this is good. Please, I want to touch you." Mr. Coffee moaned.
"Shhh," Inakat replied.
"But, you are going to make me come too quick. Please, baby, please!"
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. His face twisted as if he was in pure agony. He bit down hard on his lip. The walls of her body convulsed around his shaft while she stared at him.
"I see Shelley was the better bet for you. Be nice and I might just let her out to play with you." Inakat said.
"Wait, I like this. Can't I just have both of you?" He pleaded.
"Uh, no. It does not work that way. You either want a good girl that is wifey material, or you want hardcore. You cannot have us both at the same time, so you better pick your flavor. I should warn you, though; I do not tolerate a lot of shit. I do not like the way you put that out there. I am done with you." She quipped.
He gasped when she pulled away from and slid off the bed. She reached up and pulled the silk scarf from his wrist before she opened the cuff on the frame. Quickly, he began to rub his wrists and massage them. Sheepishly, he looked away from her.
"See you around; I need to take a shower." She said.
"Wait, what happened? I did not get what I came back for. Seriously, you are throwing me out now. That is how you get down, huh?" He asked.
"Are you checking me? I owe you something? Boy bye, look you came over here on some fake poetry crap as if I was supposed to swoon over you. Your act might have been believable, except you were tied up in a knot when real poetry in motion showed up. Real recognize real. I do not care for players, gamers, and all that. You tried to dog Shelley and ended up with Inakat. I do not participate in chaos. I won't let you hurt her either. I think it is best that you go on about your way."
"But I respect you. I can do whatever you want to do."
"Okay, I want you to be yourself. I want you to go home, think about how wrong this could have gone, think about the direction that you want it to go, and then get at me. You need to keep in mind that I am capable of quite a few things, so if you're after sex, then just be real about that. I am trying to make it clear to you that if that is what you wanted then tell me upfront. I know love, and this isn't that. Sometimes people piss me off with lameness. A woman is just as capable of sex and still do not feel a damn thing for you. You can be just another notch on her bra with no hesitations. Not everybody is looking for a husband, and sometimes we want the same things that you do. The false belief that your sex is so good that we will instantly be in love you just ruins your come on. I am a woman. I have needs too. Stop complicating what is simple with bullshit and lies. If I fall in love, I promise it will be because I found a best friend, someone that makes the effort to understand me, and appreciates how I rock my style. Someone that I can grow with, other than that when you run game on me, then the game is what you are going to get back. Meanwhile, you are wasting time on track to nowhere."
"So why you do all this then, you think you are going to change me or teach me a lesson."
"No. I made a choice, just like you did. It is hard enough out here single without the lies. You respect getting a quick nut but claim that you are interested in motivated women with a good head on her shoulders. You will fuck what you won't marry. I am just saying that that works both ways. I do not want to be forever stuck with a person that is an undercover freak on a humble either. Chances are being real increases your chances of meeting real, so no you cannot feel or touch me. Go home, and I might call you later."
"You ain't going to call me later. I feel used and cheap."
"Okay, I totally understand your feelings, but you came with the idea that someone was going to feel used and dirty."
© Inakat 2016