Angelina F. Thomas
Bio
I am a very beautiful mother of mixed daughters with expensive taste. I hope and pray to my Abba father that my wishful thinking and my ability to dream huge truly pays off. So be it. Amen.
Stories (229/0)
Self-care is highly important.
I am so finished with that jerk's verbal abuse and never desired any of the verbal abuse, verbal aggression, and menacing threats from a man aggravatedly berating me only because I tried to be his friend. When he was in the wrong for the hateful choice of words he chose instead of changing for the best he grew hateful and nasty. I wasn't hateful and nasty but I stood up for myself verbally and in writing and the haterade spilled out of him, he had the nerve to cry his heart out like his intentions were to be nothing but hateful and play the victim. I am full-fledged on my self-care routine and I won't hop off of my self-care routine ever. Fuck allowing any man to make me feel like I am in the dead wrong when I am in the right forgive me my words may be spilled out wrong but I spilled the tea didn't I? I'm good, I refuse to be hurt over, and over, and over again, and again. I feel so hurt and I don't have anyone but me to self-soothe. Oh well, you bet I am doing it, and doing it well. I sat there and took it and took it and took it and said not one word I smiled a couple of times to say, " I am here for you, but you don't listen or take heed." "I am so done with this BS." And clearly, I was done I refused to go back and forth and argue. I chose wisdom since I am not going to let this man argue and physically abuse me too. I will not allow any form of abuse from anyone. The 0 tolerance policy for haterade is in full effect. Respect the rules of my house or stay 1,000 feet or more away from my physical person including where I live and where I come home. Abuse is not permitted herein my sanctuary of love and understanding. I can be very therapeutic and that is possibly why he continued to return and enjoy my home with me. I care about this man whose name I desire strongly to leave unspoken since I refuse to dignify writing his name in this beautiful specimen. He is beautiful however he needs unconditional love and genuine help. He seems damaged and emotionally disturbed I feel hurt and sad for him, I will choose to love this dude from a very long distance as best as I can for my safety. Unfortunately, his judge decided against me as if I did not count in this world for Jack. I am sick and tired of every time I need the authorities and the structure of the law to provide the safety provide protection that they can give so easily they fail me every single time to protect and serve my needs and the needs of my community. It is as if the law structure thinks and is automatically set up to fail those who genuinely have a need for protection and a safe community from aggravated verbally aggressive Halitosis feet stinky Dennis the menace. How come I must feel like coaxing and begging him to let me wash his garments? It really hurts. How do I know he will not break into my buddy's house where I reside and shoot me in cold blood or break my bones while I am trying to sleep? Or bitch slap me out of my sleep and I give instant retaliation physically and do something that may harm him unintentionally. I dislike harm to me or anyone no matter who they are. I guess I will write myself to sleep or not.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 months ago in Psyche
Bj, creampie.
Bj, creampie. What a naughty filthy but beautiful way to start the morning by pleasing my buddy's dope dick, I ate that cum like a champ, I ate my buddy's nut at 9;30 this morning what a freak I am. I am so horny if I weren't on my cycle I would jump on his peter bone round-two type shit. I am such a horn doggy I ate his cum. I have been wanting to eat his cum when we first met I just played hard to get it.
By Angelina F. Thomas5 months ago in Filthy
Hamburger happy
I cannot wait to see these hamburgers pop off with their glock nines and do this gangster-ass heist for sure. Channel fuck news said hamburgers with arms and legs I mean actual hamburgers with human bodies crossed with a hamburger patty and bun for a torso-type shit. Funny as fuck am I right? Channel fuck news has said that not only do the gangsters own glock nines they own ruggers and AKs among other machine guns and even the type of machine guns that set bodies on fire as soon as the bullet makes an impact with the body. These ham burglars are off the cheezy yo. With onions and potatoes on the side, this heist is going to be feisty and pay off because the fact of the matter is the boys are too dumb to find these masterminded ham burglars laugh out loud. Who doesn't call the cops the boys most real mother fuckers do. I am super real.
By Angelina F. Thomas6 months ago in Fiction
Daddy's hands
Mother Earth and father time. My abba father will never leave me nor forsake me. He has never left me yet he has always been there. When my earthly father has never been there for me my heavenly father was there holding me close everywhere I go, of course I am not able to physically see him however he is present I feel his presence all the time I need to pray to him often and read the holy word of the Lord every day three times a day even if it is the 23rd psalm even though I don't feel like it I should do it because God needs my attention and I don't give him enough.
By Angelina F. Thomas6 months ago in Fiction
Larosa's Pizzeria, mmmmm.
Just writing this story feels hunger pains, I have not eaten at all today. I will barely be able to eat on the 12th and that is it until I can reach the emergency pantry at 2020 Beechmont Avenue. I need SEM Pantry up the way to give me extra when I come back in I am starving and I am the only one who seems to care. The feel of the hot pizza my buddy ordered for him and I, and the taste of the ground beef chicken cheesy pizza was to die for, not literally but you catch my drift. I am hungry. No one is helping me whether they know that I am hungry or not. Ugh! No one should have to go to bed starving.
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Fiction
Making unicorns
Do you know where unicorns are made? They are made in a bedroom made of rainbows, and the rainbows fart glitter, and poop out shar-pei's, and then comes the unicorns. I couldn't believe my eyes as many times as the rainbows did this I about lost my mind at the sight.
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Fiction
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in magic? I believe in magic. Do you? It is magical to wake up and see unicorns and rainbows outside of my brick tile window. It is magical to see 10 more unicorns and rainbows and chickens with unicorn horns like the unicorns. Wow what a unicorn day.
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Fiction
The smell of coffee and hot dogs.
Sativa smokes and smells and tastes so hot and damn good after 10 minutes of my buddy long stroking and shoving his sweet phat meat in my coochie. My pussy is power swear on God my loves. I sure as hell want my earbuds to get fully charged very soon so I can listen to songs about fucking and getting paid thru his wallet thru his and my cash app. Laugh out loud I am money hungry as fuck the more money the better I just want a duffel or twenty of them stashed full of 100's and 50's united states currency I feel like being greedy as fuck on the down low better than I had in the past. Too bad my buddy is exhausted or else I would be feeling his dope dick all inside of my vagina, I want him to dump his load inside of me and I mean every drop of cum for that single fuck session. I want to feel his penis deep inside of me right now. I will not expose who my friend is because it is my business only and I don't need any cock blocking haterade spitting in mine and his direction. I broke up with my ex because he would not spend the needed time I wanted with me so fuck him, at least this friend that is here right now spends time with me and touches me plenty in a great fashion and good form that is for certain big daddy puts it down. Can I get an amen? From all my bitches from the mouth of the south can I get a witness, when you get that dope d in the life gotta keep that dick around hell yes?
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Filthy
My dude is Goku.
Goku, Goku, where is my Goku? Why can't I get some head? Hmm? Because Goku is outside in the streets playing the field perpetrating lying about working. Swear I need some d in my life but it's no where to be found while he's out busy playing the field. Is Goku on crack? He is crazy to not want me in his head is insane. Dude is flat the hell out crazy for not wanting this voluptous bod. He smoking crack because he just wants his d sucked when he is around me, nothing more then he disappears into the night sky screaming ahhhhh, aaahhhhh what the fuck my dick aaaaahhhhhhhh!
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Fiction
Fuck yeah
I want and need my buddy to stick around. Hopefully, my neighbors will keep their mouths shut when it comes to snitching my phat ass out for having company, fuck being lonely if I don't have to be lonely. My neighbors better keep their mouths shut for real, I need to get my needs met and the neighbors don't have a way to do that so fuck that shit. I want and need my needs met, and it doesn't come by easily, I struggle to meet my needs on a daily basis, I wish my wallet would get phat as fuck but no one tips me no one reads my work, what the hell am I supposed to do. No one pledges to my work, bet if I started hitting my audience/fellow creative artists and authors with pledges and tips whenever I can I bet they would show no type of love and I mean not one of them. Who are they to be stingy when they are doing much better than I am financially obviously no wonder they are so damn stingy maybe I should be a greedy penny pincher like them? I have been living paycheck to paycheck for a way to hot damn long and I am sick of it. I am sick of not getting any desired dick in my pussy. Ugh, life sucks when I want what I want and don't get my way at all.
By Angelina F. Thomas7 months ago in Filthy
