I get my d*ck.
You get some p*ssy.
We don't kiss on the lips, cuddle, or put heads on anyone's shoulders. I don't cook for you and you can get up and get your own glass of water.
You don't change the channel on my TV to sports. We watching Good Times or Dateline NBC because I pay the cable here. Just sit over there quietly with your d*ck out until I'm ready to sit on it.
You can text me dirty, sexy things and call me and say dirty, sexy things...cuz I likey that.
We can eat, laugh, drink, watch TV, talk about people, and crack on each other in a joking type of way. We can have fun. But please note, we don't talk about "US" in that "US" type of way bruh. There is no "us." Got it?
So as a reminder,
YOU DO NOT ask me if it's your p*ssy. I repeat. You do not ask me if it's your p*ssy. It will never be. The contract doesn't talk about 'owning' anything. Leasing? Yeah maybe. A lease without the option to buy.
YOU DO NOT ask me or wonder OUTLOUD what I do with other people.
YOU DO NOT beg for attention or ask for attention. I see you dammit! I don't have to look into your face or eyes to know you're sitting over there.
YOU DO NOT stare at me with those "She's mine" eyes when other dudes are around.
YOU DO NOT send me texts sounding like a whining bytch such as, "Don't be ignoring my texts" or "Why you just now answering my texts." Don't start this shyt! Boy, I'll get back to you when I get back to you.
Point blank. We just f*cking. Okay, okay. I'll be less blunt and say it like this...we are just enjoying each other's company. Just until somebody else better comes along. So please, please, don't catch feelings right now because you gonna mess everything up! The sex is good, so why mess it up with 'feelings'? Honestly, I don't want you to 'feel' me because I have no feelings for any of you right now. Yeah, yeah. I know. Then why deal with any man? Because I like a little d*ck every now and then that's why. And I'm not going without because somebody did me wrong. I'm still gonna get mine....and right now I'm gettin it from you. Ok boo? Are we clear?
(I brush my lips softly against his cheek, but not so as to be mistaken for a kiss)
"What if I had a thing on the side, made you cry
Would the rules change up or would they still apply
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy
Can't be getting mad, but you mad, can't handle that?
Can't be getting mad, but you mad, can't handle that?"
I don't have time for this okay. Please re-read the terms of the contract and do what you signed up to do...which is to serve d*ck.
(Again, I brush my lips against his cheek ever so softly, and then lean to whisper in his ear)
"I'm not your girl."
(He looks at me stoned faced for a minute, and then...he smiles.)
"Cool," he says.
"Cool", I say. I slowly start unbuttoning his pants. He grows. I look down at it.
"See. I knew you would understand."