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  • April messina
    Published 5 months ago
    The other side of cheating

    The other side of cheating

    Ok, I am about to get controversial here. I been on both sides of the spectrum, one more than the other, I only cheated once. My ex who kept cheating on me over and over again, I finally gave up and thought two wrongs made a right,well in my case it did. He felt terrible and never cheated again. Well, on the next girl. I have been cheated on both times. I know friends who have been the other person. Let's discuss that part.
  • Cassandra
    Published 5 months ago
    How could he sleep with his own sister (part 4)

    How could he sleep with his own sister (part 4)

    STORY TIME with Cassy prt4: so after I told Flex about seeing jerry and his dumb ass nickname he gave me, of course he fucking laughed like a idiot but it's cool I'll be Geronimo if it means getting away from dog ass Xavier. We just sat there for a while each in our own thoughts for a minute. I was thinking if I should really just dip out of the city or face this nigga because I didn't want to feel like a prisoner somewhere I wanted to be free again, and not have to watch my back everywhere I went. " yo I'm thinking I should just see what the fuck this nigga want with me" I said out loud. Flex's eyes got big as shit "you serious?" He asked "yea" I said. "He can be mad all he wants to but he hurt me first I was nothing but loyal to him and I was a friend to his sister/slut that was his payback" I was super nervous about a confrontation with this nigga but not scared to where I felt like I had to hide from him for the rest of my life. I was planning on moving back to New Orleans anyway so if I seen him before I left and we got into it I was gonna make sure I would walk away from the situation with my life. "Take me to buy a gun" I said to Flex "I want one just in case I see this clown anywhere I can't do another day stuck in this room just sitting here I m tired of this shit!!" He must have knew I was dead serious because all he said was "come on let's go I know somebody" well shit that was easier than I thought. I never even held a gun before let alone shot one but I was prepared to be Lara croft out this bitch if it meant saving my own life. I wasn't going back to Brooklyn in a box fuck that!!! We walked out of the room and got into Flex's car and made our way over to his friend's house. When we arrived it was 5 guys standing out front with real serious looks on their faces, and their hands inside their coat pockets. It didn't take a rocket scientist, to know that they were body guards or some kind of bootleg security and I immediately felt spooked. What the fuck type of shit is this I thought to myself as we walked up to the door. Before we could get past these fools they stopped us and subjected us to a pat down. I could have sworn the one who searched me touched my pum pum, but I wasn't about to have a slick mouth today I just wanted to get the piece and get the fuck out of there. We got the head nod of approval to enter the house and there in the living room sat this big ass 450 pound looking nigga who stood up to greet us. "My man Flex boogie" he said in a surprisingly friendly voice "what can I do for you" he looked around Flex and inquired about me "who's ya friend is this your girl?" He asked giving me a real perverted look. "Yea this my girl Cassy" Flex replied which shocked the hell out of me because we didn't make no agreements about this shit but whatever. I stayed in the living room while Flex and biggie went in a back room to conduct their business. Flex came out a few minutes later and gave me two options "you could get a .22 for $250 or you can get .357 magnum for $375" "which one is better?" I asked sounding like I was choosing televisions or some shit" Flex laughed and replied "well the .22 is type small and lady like the .357 will do more damage" there was no debate "let me get the .357" I gave him the money and he raced back in the back room and a few minutes later he came back with a shoe box and handed it to me. I looked inside and saw a shiny gray and black pistol and immediately felt relieved. There was a small book in there as well, and before I could as what it was it Flex told me that he had got the shells for me. Great I was locked and loaded!!! We left the house and hurried to the car so we could get the grip back to the room and off the streets. Lord knows we didn't want to get caught with that shit and end up in jail before I even got a chance to touch it. I felt like a real gangsta Bitch now!!! I had a fine as ride or die nigha with me and my first piece, I was ready for whatever came my way. We made it back to the room safe once we were inside, I wanted to get up close and personal with my new buddy. I opened the box and picked it up like it was a newborn baby it felt so cold and smooth in my hands. I wasn't even sure how to hold it and must have looked green as fuck doing so, because Flex took it from me and said "here let me show you how to hold it girl" he looked like a pro holding that shit and leveled it up to his eye squinting and point it at the wall "now you try" he said I stood up and took the gun from him holding it just like he did and leveling it the same way and I felt like the baddest bitch lol. It seemed pretty easy and I felt confident but practicing was one thing, actually having the guts to use it was something else. "I'm going to show you how to load it now" Flex said now I was shaking like a stripper on the pole I forgot all about the bullets lol I didn't want to make a mistake and shoot myself or him for that matter every bullet would be used for my safety only. He opened the gun and began to load the chamber with the shells. He looked sexy as hell to me at the moment and I was so happy I had him by my side I would have been so lost if I had to do all of this shit on my own. He took his time putting about three bullets in and I was second guessing everything at the moment. I had really gotten myself into some deep shit but I didn't start it but I was determined to end it. I took the loaded gun from Flex and it felt even heavier now that it had some shells in it. I quickly placed it in the box and slid it up under the bed for now. My phone started ringing out of nowhere and I looked at the number curiously "hello" I answered I heard breathing on the other end and then the person hung up. "Who was it?" Flex asked "nobody who ever it was heard my voice and hung up I said" my phone rang again same number. I snatched it up from the bed and answered "hello!!" Yelling this time. A female voice boomed in my ear "Bitch are you fucking my man?!!!" I looked at the phone in disbelief "who the fuck is this?" I asked " it's the Bitch that's gonna whoop your ass if you're fucking Flex because that's my MAN!!" She yelled. "I ain't fucking him anymore after today!!!" I shouted "matter of fact let me send his black ass home to you now good day Bitch!!!" I hung up on her ass and turned to Flex, he knew what it was and looked at me with the puppy dog eyes. " Cassy" he said my name and I cut him right in his tracks "save the story nigha just leave!!!!" I yelled at him. He tried to run some story about how they not together and he just fuck with her so he can see his kid and blah blah. I didn't give a fuck at that point I was boiling mad!!!!! " nigga save that shit for somebody who gives a shit!!!!! I just went through some fuck boy Shit I'm over the bullshit with nighas and other bitches just leave now!!!" I reached under the bed and got the shoebox and pulled the gun out and pointed it right at his ass. "Get the fuck out I don't want to hear shit!!!" I screamed. "You served your purpose anyway!!!" His ass broke boot camp. I ain't gonna lie I was hurt I liked him a lot,and thought we were cool enough with each other for him to be honest with me. I was on my own again now and left wondering what to do and where to go. "Fuck!!!! It's always something with these niggas!!!" That night I packed my stuff and left the room and Detroit all together. I boarded a bus and took the three day trip back to New Orleans. I never got a chance to square off with Xavier but that was fine with me. I figured I'd see that nigga in hell, and we would have our time then. Little did I know my stay in New Orleans would be a taste of what he'll must have been like. My next story will explain my life there. (part 5)
  • Cassandra
    Published 5 months ago
    How could he sleep with his own sister part (3)

    How could he sleep with his own sister part (3)

    STORY TIME with Cassy: part 3 ok so boom!!! I had to go to the hospital and get my wrist checked out because that shit was hurting like a motherfucker!!! Flex sat with me for three hours and made sure I was okay. The more he sat there he just got cuter and cuter to me by the minute, I was going to really have to keep myself near the cross because I wasn't ready to give my heart to someone else just yet. After we left the hospital, he took me to a hotel where I used some of the stolen money to pay for a week long stay. "You know you could just keep that cash and stay with me until you figure out your next move right? I want to make sure you're good" the offer was rather tempting but I needed the space to myself and some time to think about what I had actually done. I mean I had all right to get some type of revenge on this fool but I was nervous as fuck for Xavier to find out my hideout, and I didn't want Flex to get caught up in any of my drama. I gavehim all of the jewelry I had stolen as partial payment for helping me out that day but the real cashout took place the night we went to the hotel. I don't know how he hid it but biiitttchhh under those clothes was a real work of art!!! He stood about 6"2 maybe a solid 200 pounds of all chocolate covered muscle, baby that nigha was finnnneeeeeee. He had tattoos almost everywhere and the one that did it for me was a tattoo of a 9mm handgun right on his waist lord father I was in trouble again but I liked that shit lol. We were laying in the bed smoking just talking about me jumping out the window at first, before things got real serious up in that room. He was very gentle yet aggressive with a bitch, taking off my clothes slowly and just sat back admiring my body as if he taking a mental picture of everything. I've never had a man pay so much attention to me like that not even Xavier. I watched him like a hawk as he got undressed taking off his undershirt and folding it carefully to place on the chair beside the bed. Next he took off his sneakers , he seemed to be moving so slow I just wanted that child naked already I was damn near drooling out the mouth!!!! When it was time for his pants to be removed, he looked me in the eyes and asked me if I was ready. "Yes!!!" I shouted a bit too eager for the occasion and he just gave me a deep stare and laughed at me. I didn't see shit funny I was ready for that handgun to be pointed in my face fuck the chit chat. Babbbbbbbyyyyy he took those pants off and lorrrdddddddddd that thang was pitching a whole tent in his boxers and a bitch like me was more than ready to go camping where the fuck is my sleeping bag?!! He took off his underwear and I saw the prettiest chocolate BIGGEST penis I had ever laid my eyes on!!! I would need the whole week just to take all of that but we were damn sure gonna cram in as much as we could TONIGHT!! It was going digital!!! He crawled up from the foot of the bed opening my legs so he could kiss the treasure box and lord knows I just knew I was gonna die in that bitch. He licked me as if he had crafted my vagina himself and knew exactly which spot to lick. I knew the sheets was stuck up in my booty cheeks, but I couldn't move I was totally at his surrender hell he could have killed me and I would have died a happy Bitch. I wasn't too much of a head giver at that time but I gladly returned the favor fitting as much of him in my mouth as the law would allow. I must have been doing a great job because he was moaning and whispering my name and just hearing him moan made me get into it even more so I sucked on that shit like i was a diabetic and he had insulin coming out of it. He suddenly grabbed me by my shoulders, and forced me down on the bed and lifted my legs into the air like I was about to give birth. "Lorddddddddd help me" I whispered as he entered me slowly but with enough intensity to get up in there in one stroke. I felt like he was gonna split me in half but I was gonna be a happy ass set of twins so it was on and popping. We must have went at it for about 2 hours straight, I thought he was never going to explode. He made sure I was fully satisfied before he even thought about finishing himself off, which was another first for me I think I fell in love with that boy that night I almost told him I loved him I had to keep biting my tongue literally to stop it from coming out. When we finally did finished we both fell out into our own separate comas and he held me like I was his first child the entire night. I had never felt more safe in my whole life. The next morning we woke up and he wanted breakfast so he went out to go grab something to replenish our fluids we lost, while I stayed behind and made the herbal essence sticks. I had to smoke one to the face because I was still reeling from last night that child know he put something wicked on me and I needed to shake it off quick, so that I didn't get caught up in the matrix. I was starting to get worried after a while because Flex had yet to return. I didn't want to seem like a crackhead and call him but he supposed to only be going down the street and I knew that it didn't take that long. Right before I decided to pick up my phone to call him he burst back into the room laughing his fuckin head off. "What the fuck is wrong with u?" I asked laughing my damn self because he looked crazy as hell at that moment. He goes " aye yo why I run into Xavier just now and that nigga was pissed the FUCK off" we were both laughing hard as fuck now I would have paid money to see that niggas face fuck him!!! I thought to myself. " yo baby that nigha is hot as fuck right now at you he asked me if I seen you and said you stole all of his shit and jumped out the fucking window!!!" I was fucking weaakkkkkkk "oh well that nigha had to know shit wasn't as sweet as he thought it was, fuck him and his sister hoe and his master lock!!!" Flex dumb ass was really laughing hard now with tears coming out of his eyes, which made me laugh even more. I hadn't laughed in a minute so I definitely took advantage of that moment to giggle like a fool and it felt fabulous. Flex got himself together and said " I think it's better that u move out of this city because he told me that if he ever saw you again he would break your neck and he looked dead ass serious" "listen fuck that bald headed ass freak!!! Fuck how he feels fuck his window fuck his life!!!" I yelled "he's lucky I didn't kill his ass in his sleep!!!" I continued. "Who the fuck is he to threaten me?? I'm not scared of that nigha matter of fact take me to guy buy a pistol because I'm not gonna hide from him, if he wants war than it is what it is!!" Flex looked at me like I was a goddamn fool. "Shorty you crazy for real but I fuck with you" he then leaned over and kissed me. Lorddddd catch my drawers please!!! Fuck that fool I wasn't going nowhere I had already paid a week for the place and I felt like I gave Xavier exactly what he deserved. Like I said he's lucky I didn't poke his black ass up while he was sleeping. Flex went home that night but promised to come see me the next morning and bring me something to eat. I didn't let him leave before he dicked me down again and he was happy to oblige. I was good to go I had my plants and some snacks to keep me company plus I needed time to myself to figure out my next move. I watched episodes of rescue 911 (that was my show back in the day) and fell asleep on the episode of the little dumb ass kid who licked a pole in the snow and got his tongue stuck!!! That was some funny ass shit. I don't know what I was thinking but I was just hungry as hell the next morning and figures it would be ok to run to the mc Donald's right next door and get something to eat. I tried calling Flex but his ass didn't answer and I wasn't about to starve to death!! His ass was probably still sleep after I drained his ass either way I was hungry. I dressed in my sweats and hoodie and walked out of the room and made my way down the steps to the restaurant. I was a bit nervous and watched all around carefully. I know I probably looked like a nervous crack head but I didnt give a fuck my safety comes first. I got to mc Donald's safely and went inside I was still looking around just to be sure I didn't see Xavier or anybody he knew. I didn't spot anyone so I removed my hoodie, so they didn't think I was trying to rob the place my life of crime was over. I was just about to place my order when I heard somebody say " aye Geronimo!!!!!" I paid it no fucking mind who ever it was couldnt be talking to me I ignored the shit. The nigha walked up to me and tapped me on my shoulder "yo Geronimo!!! I know u hear me!!" I was shocked to see one of Xavier's corny ass homies Jerry standing in my face " yo you a wild girl Geronimo that nigga Xay is on ya heels you better keep it light" " yo stop calling me that!!!" I yelled "that nigha had a whole Bitch in my crib calling her his sister, and was fucking her so don't come calling me names and talking shit about something u don't know about!!"
  • Cassandra
    Published 5 months ago
    How could he sleep with his own sister (part 2)

    How could he sleep with his own sister (part 2)

    STORY TIME with Cassy prt 2: Ok so boom!! After I left Xavier's scandalous ass, I was literally homeless for almost three days. I slept in a women's shelter and took the time to collect my thoughts, all the while plotting my revenge. On the third morning I said to myself "you're a pussy!!! U let those two run you out of your house, and you left everything behind including your dignity!!" I must have been two kinds of fool to go back but I felt like I had some unfinished business!!! I picked up my face and decided to go back and at least slap the fuck out of somebody, or at least get some clothes and the things that I truly cared about. I felt super brave the entire bus ride back to the house, but once I reached the block I was frozen with fear!! What if he tried to fight me for trying to kill their asses? What if all my stuff was thrown out into the street? What if his so called sister wench tried to fight me or they both jumped me? Whatever the situation it was too late to turn back, the worse had already happened so I figured fuck it. I zombie walked my way up to the front door, I didn't hear any movement inside so I knocked on the door real mad black woman style!!! All of my anger suddenly returned. "Who the fuck is it?!!" The bald bastard my ex shouted. " it's Cassy motherfucker open up!!!" I yelled There was silence and then suddenly he popped the door open. We stared each other down like two cowboys in the old west, right before one of them drew their weapon. "What are u doing here?" He said in a nasty voice, " I came to get my shit!!" I replied just as salty as he had spoken to me. The nerve of this motherfucker to have a attitude with me after what him and the thot biscuit, did to me!!! "Xavier you have a lot of nerve coming at me with a fucking attitude after what you did!!" I yelled to him. "You lied about this Bitch being your sister fucking her right under my nose?? Matter of fact where is she I got some words for her as well" I turned toward him and was shocked to see his head hanging low. "I sent her back to her house and told her I loved you,and wanted to end things with her" I was like nigga what??? "What did you just say?" I asked. " we had a big ass fight after you left because I told her that I was tired of hurting people and I really loved you and she got mad and tried to fight me" ( well ain't that some shit) right then my plan formulated in my mind. I'm about to rob this nigga!!!!!!!! I conjured up a few tears and fell into his arms like one of those soap opera bitches. That bastard cried with me I had to bury my face into his chest to keep from laughing out loud!!! This was going to be easier than I thought. Don't call me crazy just yet babies, but that night we got into some really intense make up sex. For the first time in my life I was using this puss puss for evil and it felt great!!! He dozed off (as he should have) and I began plotting the next phase of my plan. After packing everything I was sure I wanted and most of his shit too, I snuck downstairs to make a few phone calls. First I called the herbal essence guy who always gave me rhythm, but I was sick a loyal puppy to Xay I never gave him any play until now " hey Cassy" he answered "what y'all need?" A smile crept across my face when I said "won't be any we's tonight boo I need you" I heard his stick jump through his pants through the phone lol he started stuttering "wh what did u say?" "You heard me now listen I need a favor from you it's important" I ran down to him what I needed and he was all for it thank god he was a little cutie, because I had a feeling that this shit would cost me some pussy. I damn sure didn't want to, but I crept back upstairs and got in the bed with king dog. He grabbed me and held me spooning up next to me and I almost puked in my damn mouth just thinking about all of the hurt. Yes we had sex, but that was just to get my plan popping all feelings I had for him went out the window, that night I caught him fucking Raquel. The morning came pretty quickly and I woke up to find that Xavier had already left out for work. Perfect!!!! This will be a piece of cake I thought to myself as I raced around the room making sure everything was ready to go literally. I called the medicine man and told him to be here in the next hour. I packed this nigga's watches, his chains, some of his rings, and went in his stash spot and took the $2700 dollars that was in there. I carried the bags downstairs and waited for my new friend to come rescue me. My phone went off right on time and I told him come to the front door so he could help me carry my bags to his car. Bitttccchhhhhhh tell me why when I attempted to open the door I couldn't!!!!! The bastard put the master lock on!!!!! Now we had this lock on the door for a while,and never used it unless we both were out of the house. You had to have the key to get out. "Oh my god!!!!" I yelled "you got to be shitting me right fucking now!!" Flex my weed buddy was yelling at me from the other side of the door "Cass what the fuck is going on in there open the door!!!" "I can't this nigga locked me inside he put the master lock on!!!!!!" I felt so defeated I didn't know what the fuck to do. I was always a crafty Bitch so I grabbed some of the bags and raced back up upstairs. I ran back down and got the rest and called flex and said "nigha I'm dead ass about to jump out of this window!!!!" Our bedroom window was the only window without a bar over it, so it was my only hope. I felt like I had came so far I couldn't let no locked fucking door hold me back and I damn sure wasn't about to have my plan uncoil. "You not serious right now are you?!" Flex screamed into the phone "nigga I'm about as serious as four fat bitches in a buffet come around to the back and catch these bags!!" I hung up the phone and thought about this shit now it was three stories up but not too much of a distance. I was nervous as fuck, but I couldn't let my nerves get in the way of the bigger picture. Xavier's ass was going to pay the same way he lay!!!! As sure as my name is Cassandra, I tossed those bags out the window to flex so he could stack them underneath hoping they would break my fall. After the last bag was out, I threw one leg out of the window and sat on the windowsill. Flex looked up at me like I was a goddamn fool and maybe I was, but I was a heartbroken fool and I knew that my time with Xavier had come to an end. Here goes nothing I thought and I put my other leg out and closed my eyes and bitch I jumped!!!! And while I didn't land on the bags, I didn't break any bones I sprained a wrist and scraped both knees. Only god could have gotten me out of that window safely and I made the sign of the cross, while flex stood there looking at me shaking his head. " come get your crazy ass in this car I'll get the bags" he said. I got in that car and realized how I could have possibly broke some bones or killed myself for that matter, but I was just happy that my plan went through even if I had to jump out the window (pun intended) part3 will be posted tomorrow
  • Just george
    Published 5 months ago
    flirting or not?

    flirting or not?

    when the night out starts.. do you ever wonder where it will take you?.
  • Bre Meli
    Published 5 months ago
    The Quarantine and Us

    The Quarantine and Us

    When was the last time you and your mate have spent this much time together? When you first got together? Many, many years ago? Now you are stuck in a house 24/7, asked to stay at home. The stress is heavy on you both. The boredom, the constant one on one time you've always wished for and just plain never had the time for. Now that it is forced upon you, you see the flaws in one another, the things that drive you nuts. It is like you cannot find a place to find peace in your own home.
  • Cassandra
    Published 5 months ago
    How could he sleep with his own sister?!

    How could he sleep with his own sister?!

    STORY TIME with Cassy: ladies don't trust that bro and sis Shit cause let me tell you now bitches be claiming blood in real life and be fucking down the town when your back is turned this is true story just like the tale of the one armed bandit
  • Alice Christina
    Published 5 months ago
    What is the Relationship Between an Escort and Their Client?

    What is the Relationship Between an Escort and Their Client?

    The allure of hiring an escort usually comes from a want or a need to simulate a romantic relationship. However, it has to be emphasised that the romantic relationship between an escort and the person who hired them is just a simulation, and a simulation only. Escorts provide companionship, intimacy, and a confidence boost to their clients, but from a distance. The primary job of an escort isn’t necessarily to provide sex, although this is certainly a large part of their role. In reality, the key to providing a good escorting service is to make the client feel great through recreating the positive benefits of an actual romantic relationship, without the commitment or legitimate emotions. Escorts spend quality time socialising with their clients, listening to their feelings, and making them feel special, with bookings often lasting for hours, and only a short period of this time is spent in the actual bedroom. Many individuals who hire escorts are unable to find fulfilling romantic relationships in real life, or aren’t capable of opening up emotionally to their actual partners in the way they are comfortable doing so with an escort. The relationship between an escort and their client is very unique in that there is an emotional void being filled, without emotional investment.
  • Lena Bailey
    Published 6 months ago
    Why I don't have much luck as a sugar baby

    Why I don't have much luck as a sugar baby

    This post is going to be my truth and maybe a lot of the truth. This isn't a play to get a sugar daddy but if that happens then that's cool too. I'm just hoping to help girls realize that this isn't easy. I don't want to discourage girls either.
  • Taylor Kelly
    Published 6 months ago
    Sex and The City

    Sex and The City

    Sex. Countless people have it daily, but who was actually ready for it their first time?
  • Carsten Graff
    Published 7 months ago
    How I Sell Sex To Young Women

    How I Sell Sex To Young Women

    Culturally, we condemn paid sex, but when performed with respect and care, it can be life-changing for both parties. This is an account of how I discovered a highly unconventional way to help a troubled woman handle jealousy.
  • Matilda
    Published 7 months ago
    I Watched My Boyfriend Have Sex With My Best Friend

    I Watched My Boyfriend Have Sex With My Best Friend

    I am the worlds most jealous person. I am not by any stretch of the imagination, breezy. In fact, I can safely say this word will never be used to describe me. Even the thought of my boyfriend merely looking at a girl, makes me want to run away and be single for the rest of my life.