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Good Pussy

So...
U feel really really stupid...
U just had sex and you're totally embarrased...
All you did was lie there and 'collect'...
But it wasn't ur fault (na)...
He wouldn't let u go acrobatic...
U wanted to flip the script and show him you weren't a boring lay but he didn't seem as excited as you were...
No...
He was excited....
Not just about you...
Well, at least about something you owned...
He called you 'Good pussy'...
It sounded complimenting when the heat was on...
But now...
Wait o....
Me, Good Pussy...
What does that even mean?
Shit!
He was talking about ur veejayjay!
God...I shoulda known...

What I missed
  • He never fussed about all the guys I hungout with...
  • He said he wasn't jealous...
  • He said he didn't show his feelings...
He said he rli liked me...
  • And its been like this for a year...
'Good Pussy'...
Y do I feel so stupid about him callin me dat?...
Maybe my veejayjay is fecking smoking, tyt ...
(M.U.M.U)
*Dancing*...
  • But its been a year of steady fuck....
*Sigh*...
I'll talk to him about it wen I see him...

CUT!!!!

Excuse me?
U wanna ask him why he called you 'Good Pussy' in d middle of sexual tension?...
U crayyy Gurl?
C'mon!
Its wt was inside....
It just came out...just like cum...
He spilled...
It had always been dere...
You saw it...
But u never regarded it...
You waved it...
Just like you waved ur ryt senses for d weakness called emotions...
U said He said he wasn't jealous...
...cos he's got what he wants and he indirectly told you to av ur eyes out for sm1else..C'mon...even The Almighty God is jealous...
U said He said he doesn't show his feelings...
...Y would he? Wen uv given it up already wvout any demands...C'mon...Supply wvout demands is a total reap off....
U said He said he really liked you...
...Errrr...cos he saw ow easily u blushed n ow u ate erfng hook,line n sinker wen he spoke...he saw d glow in ur eyes...n he capitalised on one of d most overused words in d world...C'mon...Esau liked his bruva,but he stole his birthright....

The moral of the story is:
EMOTIONS RUIN UR MOJO.

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