“Bout It”

“I want it now. Are you up?”

I’ll never forget those texts, no matter how much I try to forget them. Hop in my EK and ride out – because what else do you do at 2am? Short shorts, a crop top and my curls pulled up in a bun. I call that the “put it down” attire. Get the job done and go home.

My body loved it – I’d drive home and almost doze off behind the wheel. My brain, though? Racing harder than my K-20 engine.

What am I doing? Is the sex really worth it? Do I see myself being with this guy?

Honestly, no. But until my vagina came to her senses, my feet would tap that gas pedal so he could tap this ass. I’d clutch his shaft like I was switching gears…

Too bad the car lasted longer than we did.

Ironic, huh?