The Nerd

Have you ever had sex with someone repeatedly and each time it got better? It’s like they take notes every time you have sex, study them, and come back ready to ace the exam. Damn, I love good understandings. She does her thing, I do mine…and we both have time, when we’re doing each other.

Her name comes from the fact that she plays Xbox more than most dudes I know, but don’t get it confused, her skill set expands past directing me through levels of Left 4 Dead 2.

She sent me a note on facebook, after reading a few blogs and statuses. From her few profile pics, I could tell she had some sex appeal, but more than anything, I just liked the way her titties sat up. We casually talked on facebook for a while, until one day she asked for a picture, which led to us exchanging numbers, which led to us meeting in the parking lot of white castle.

The next time we met, we had sex in the backseat. She bragged on her head, but I wasn’t really that impressed. Perhaps the dudes she’d been slobbing up before were easily pleased, but I’ve have GREAT head…. so go hard or go home. That was the last time I had to tell her that. The last time we were at the room, she went crazy. I almost felt bad, because she was supposed to be on her way to see her dude, but she couldn’t walk after wards, so she had to cancel. Nigga didn’t get his food or anything…ah well.

Everything isn’t all peachy with shortie though, she smokes weed. Yup, she came over my house one day smelling like weed and I had to tell her to turn around. The only reason I didn’t completely kill it is because I was stroking her before I ever knew she smoked. That’s not the weirdest thing going on here though. This is the same woman that told me she is dating a dude that she really likes and she’s making him wait to have sex with her…while she happily has sex with me. Why in the world do women do that? She’s not the first to say that to me, so it’s not an isolated incident. If you really like a man, what’s wrong with going all the way, you’re both grown right? Ah well…

The last time we had sex in her basement was the best yet. We walked over by her couch and she boldly stated to me, “I have to go in an hour, so what are we going to do?” I responded by unbuckling my pants and she followed suit. I sat down on the couch and she immediately started giving me head. We went from the couch to the floor (shouts out to that soft ass rug). Her ride game was A-1. I love when a woman grinds on it just right. Positions switched, the pleasure increased. I felt BIG inside of her. Finally I came, she gave me some baby wipes, and we dipped out.

I can’t say I agree with her lifestyle, but I do agree with how she handles my business. And for now, that’s all I care about.

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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