My Favorite Hood Chick: Snoop

As I stated on facebook, I’d been a full 36 hours without sex. I refused to have sex again until it was with a woman with her own EVERYTHING and it had to happen at her house. I wasn’t in a rush for the sex part, I was just noticing that I was hitting way too many women in my backseat because they didn’t have their own place. After a few candidates failed the interview, I finally found the right one.

Initially I just planned to meet up with her somewhere, but she invited me over her house. Before I agreed to make the drive though, I had to make sure that not only did she have her own house, but that she also didn’t have any kids, any male stalkers, and finally that she didn’t smoke cigarettes (sorry, but the smell of Menthol 100′s is not sexy). She responded negative to all three. At the last minute, I decided to throw out one more condition: that she make me some chicken. She laughed, asked if I’m serious, then agreed to do so. GREEN LIGHT.

I stood at the door patiently, covering up the peep hole, until a dk-skinned woman, about 5’6 opened the door. About 20 pairs of shoes, ranging from Jordans to heels cluttered the foyer. Snoop was built nicely, but you couldn’t tell be the relaxed clothing she was wearing. Her braids covered up much of her face, her smile was nice and bright. While I won’t say she’s the cutest girl in the face, she’s still attractive. She’s originally from Memphis and I call her snoop because at certain times, she sounds like Snoop. No not the rapper, but the dyke from “The Wire.” It’s not sexy at all, but thankfully it’s only at certain times.

The first thing I noticed was her huge 60+ inch tv in the corner. Later on that night, she told she only had basic cable (it’s free there). She asked me the sizes of the tv’s in my house, as if it was a competition. I easily won by asking, “what’s the point in having a big ass HDTV when you don’t even have a cable box, let alone a HD cable box?,” she sat quietly for a moment, then responded. “My blu-rays look good though.” I laughed at her weak attempt at a comeback.

I sat on the couch and watched her as she watched over the chicken strips she’d gotten from one of her overweight neighbors who according to her, always seemed to have a well stocked freezer. After laughing at how many parts P. Diddy had in this episode of CSI, it was time to eat. The chicken was ok; the wheat bread made it better. The kool-aid helped to flush it all down, but I wish she would have had some ice cold water instead.

The next 20 minutes were spent just laying on the couch talking. A few of my lady associates called me, including the gorgeous young lady from my business class who I MUST HAVE IN MY LIFE, so I talked to her right in front of Snoop. She wasn’t mad, although she said I was very rude. It was getting late so I started getting ready to go. As I gave her my goodbye hug, I cuffed her ass…and, well, I decided to stay a bit longer.

I eventually got to kissing on her breast, but that did little for her. I was pretty much at a lost as to how I should proceed. I’m so used to women being to turned on by that, I’ve forgotten what to do when they weren’t. I decided to leave again before I make an ass of myself, but this time, while I hugged her, she walked into the bedroom. The hints were there, but I was still cautious. We laid on her bed and she positioned her back up against my chest. It was innocent cakery so I let it go. As I rubbed breast and stomach, my dick got harder and harder. “Are you about to rob me?” she asked. I burst out laughing, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “It feels like you have a gun up to the small of my back,” she answered. She then grabbed my dick and started to gas me up. “It’s so big and wide.” I didn’t believe anything she was saying, but a little game never hurt anyone. “That might be too big for me.”

She stroked my dick while I checked my pockets for condoms. NEGATIVE. Not to worry, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a maggie. I pulled down her pants from the back, just past the cuff of her ass, so I could feel how wet she was. It felt like I was sticking my finger into a cup of water. This girl was so wet, she had me looking around for answers. Then she hit me with the okey doke, “she’s wet isn’t she? you should feel her when she squirts, damn that feels so good.”

EXCUSE ME. Did this chick just tell me she can squirt? I almost fell in love with her. She asked me for a kiss and I declined. Then I told her she could kiss “it” and she looked at me like I was stupid. “You want me to kiss that, but you can’t kiss me,” she asked. I thought about it and gave in. It’s not like she wanted some head in return. I gave her a few sexual pecks and she went right down and admired my erection. Kissing, licking, spitting. The usual.

She rolled down the condom and got on top of me. She knew just what to say; not a damn thing. Just let me enjoy the wetness that seemed to penetrate the condom. We switched through positions, ending with her on her back using her sexiest whispers to make me cum. I was trying my best to hold out so I could make her squirt, but it wasn’t working. We both laid on the bed for a while; neither of us wanting to move.

I was on my way out of the door, giving her another hug, and before we let each other go, I was hard again. I had to go though (damn this 8 a.m. class). Besides that occasional snoopy tone of hers, she’s a good look, especially sexually. She’s grown, independent, and down for whatever. Too bad she lives so far from me (about 25 minutes), or we could have made it pop off like clock work.

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