Blockin' Ass Bitches

"Come home with me" I whisper in his ear as I walk up behind him.
He is watching baseball on the TV at the bar.
I have to stand on my tip toes to reach him..

"Ok" he says.

I am excited at the thought of him. I plan it all out in my head.
Get home.
get the boy in bed.
get nekked.
and fuck until the dawn.

It seems that my "friends" have other plans.

We get to my house, and one of "the girls" that was not invited out with us, is waiting for us in the parking lot. She wants to confront us on how unfair we have treated her and her son.

HUH? Whhut? At 11:00 pm. Especially when I have a manfriend in tow?
Aw, hell no. Hell ass no.

I blame this entire confrontation on her. She almost got her fuckin ass beat. Twice.
Once by my sistafriend..See this story about that part of it...and the other by me.
for blocking. Don't block a sista from getting her swirl on!
What the fuck is wrong with bitches?
Everyone of my friends knows how much I adore him,
and how pissed off I would be if he left behind this bullshit.


But, he stayed through all the drama.
The entire night.

I finally broke the little party up. And sent everyone home.
And got my nekkedness on.

I woke up this morning with a headache like no other. I don't know if it was from the likka, the blockers, or my head banging against the headboard all night. (lmao!)


I am not a fighter. But I swear, I will beat a bitch down for being a blockin'ass hater.