Hell Is Knockin On My Motherfuckin Door
I received a call tonight from my friend’s wife who was looking for him. It was weird because she was calling from his cell phone, so I knew something had to be really wrong. I didn’t answer it at first because, well, hell, I was taking a dump and that’s “me” time. When listening to my voicemail, I didn’t know whether to call her back or not because I didn’t want to get up in the mix, but shit, I didn’t know where the fuck he was, so what was the harm, right? Fuck, I opened up the wrong door…
After I said I haven’t spoken or seen him for the last couple of months, she vented—and when I say vented, I mean, she told me every fuckin thing botherin her over the last few months. I’m no Dr. Phil, but shit, I’m pretty damn good with people, so I just continued to listen and subtly defend my friend and gave her the “that’s how all men are” copout. Then the conversation began to redirect into a more intimate level.
She gave me the kudos I deserved for listening and putting up with her and her man’s problems and began commenting on how “perfect” I was—I knew where this was going but instead of breaking off into a different tangent, I played along and commented on her beauty—both inside and out. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but comfort the slut. I wouldn’t act upon my flirtatious mindstate (and follow it up by giving her the fuck of her life); this was a display of harmless vocal gestures.
We got off the phone and I knew that she wanted my cock in her mouth, but I just wanted to mindfuck her—and I accomplished that. That’s not cheating on her husband (and my friend), right my brothers? Don’t get me wrong, my cock was rock solid and I had to hop on MILFVixen.com for Nina to help me release all my built up juice. But as the saying goes… no harm, no motherfuckin foul.
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