"Who the fuck are you nigga?"
He spoke in a very deep voice, and I guessed he was faking it.
"Loud."
I replied in my sonorous voice.
"Yo! Loud, it young lad show today. So check in tomorrow."
"Wait, man. Tell young lad Automatic loud makes it louder."
He turned away from me and faced backward like he was listening to someone else.
"Some nigga with loud makes it louder shit."
He spoke to someone inside the building.
"Let my bruh in nigga!"
A familiar voice replied. Thank God, it was Auto.
Auto's real name was Rick Jefferson Arthur, one would have thought he got his nickname (Auto) from his last name (Arthur) just like I did, but I was wrong.
Auto was single-parented just like myself. He lived in the suburb with his poor mom while
Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder."G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?""Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.”“Yeah, he does.”I responded in my relaxed voice. We continued walking.We came to the sitting room which was however the party ground. The sitting room was quite large and so staggeringly decorated with inordinate red lights and balloons. Most of the guests sat on the sofas and side stools, and the bar stools, the rest stood leaning against the walls. A few guests were dancing while others just smoked and drank. It was pre
"So, Mike, you pass em to me and I pass em to Ashh. Ashh, you pour the contents into the small tank.""Alright. "They chorused a smile."Guys, can we grub a weed crusher from anyone, please? Um! This white bucket contains some liquid extracted from cooked grass. Please, Mike, you need to pour this one by yourself; I mean I'on know if she can handle the big stuff."The crowd cheered and gabbled. She laughed and smiled at me and I did the same.Mike lifted the white bucket and Zoom assisted him to pour the extracts into the tank. The random guy behind us passed a crusher to me and I passed it to Mike."Pass me the tabs, Mike."He handed over the two capsules to me."Guys, we've got two caps of Mitsubishi, our gate pass to LA LA land. Mike gon crush em and Ashh go pour em into the tank. DJ Z, please turn up the music a
Welcome to Cave city. A small city located up on a hill, with a proportional population and development. The only thing getting out of hand in Cave city was corruption and immoralities among the teens and youths. Thus, Cave city was agreed not to be a good place to raise kids. Hence, my mom had me raised out of Cave city; out of my natal home. There was just one envious attribute of Cave city; and why the city was called 'Cave city'. No matter what went wrong in Cave city, the smoking gun was never found. That was because, 'what happens in the cave, stays in the cave'. There were rules that every Cavenans adhered strictly to. We did not know who initiated those rules, but we met them on earth. Welcome to Capital city. A small city of high profiled citizens; with inordinate development and a good educational system. Perhaps, the best city to raise kids. Hence, my mother had me sent here; after my eleventh birthday; to be raised by her el
Bad was at one corner of the club eating the kitty cat of a titchy-sized unknown girl. Auto was kissing an unknown girl at the center of the club. Zoom was in sort of a sexual escapade. He was getting some footwork from a sexy unknown girl seated on a sofa, while he laid flat on the floor. He also had the tits of an unknown girl in his mouth. He was in heaven, and I could tell from the expressions on his face. Most of the girls were unknown to my friends but not to me (Samson Frodd p.k.a Loud, a.k.a most versed playboy in Heaven's Gate high school and also titled the Ladies man). Bad once said that I had dated 95% of the girls in our school; the remaining 5% were the ugly ones. I found that risible until my 18th birthday. I was never the type to get easily infuriated but, I was pretty sad; of course, I was. I slipped two pills of ecstasy into my mouth and light up the seventh stick of weed for the night; sat more relaxed into the sofa wi
"I trust you Mr. Bendez." "Thank you. Oh! Here they are Loud." The male staff returned with a medium-sized filled carton. He removed the contents of the carton and placed them on the counter. This time, I was no longer interested in analyzing him. He stood behind his boss like he was waiting for approval to leave; which he never got. Mr. Bendez picked up a transparent bottle. "Here my friend, Beluga vodka. Made from pure grain; down from Russia. It has a very high alcoholic content of about 40%." He dropped the bottle and picked up another transparent bottle, although, the content was not as clear as the previous one. "And this one is called American Honey. Made with wild turkey Kentucky bourbon and pure honey. It is a 35% alcohol liqueur blended with honey and real wild turkey bourbon whisky. And of course, from the United States of America."
"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me." "The prostitute." "The bastard son of a thousand fathers." We chuckled and exchanged a unique handshake. He was wearing green studs on both ears, a long green jeans jacket, ash-colored nightwear trousers, and a pair of green slippers. "You always dressed like a government secret agent.
Note: The statements in the () are translated from Patois (What's up tough guy?) (Everything is OK.) She hugged me tightly, grinding her white soft tits against my chest. I had an impulse to bang her in my six-to-six well-equipped bed listening to Trey Songz. I grabbed her big ass from her thigh to the exposed parts then to the base; it was way softer than Deto's, if I had to say. (Hope you don't mind attractive thing?) (I don't mind attractive thing.) We whispered into our ears and separated. (So, where did you learn patois?) (Um! My brother's girlfriend. She is from Jamaica; beautiful, but not as sexy as you are. Girl you are damn thicker than Steff.) ( thank you. Talk to you later.) (You too!) She made a 180° turn and walked back t
Statements in the () are translated from the French Language "What is happening? Principal Bastien! Are you expelling him?" Principal Bastien stood from his seat and walked to the window exposing only his smoothly ironed black blazer suit and his shinny shaved head. "Yes Samson. The school has decided." (For what?) (For breaking someone's tooth.) (Not someone, Nick. It was a self defense principal) (There is no prove to that claim son. The press will ask.) (Is anyone talking about the rational here? I will prove that to the press, I will stand as a witness.) (You will not want to do that Sam. Besides, the school does no need all that drama.) (Of course I will)... They discussed a lot be
"So, Mike, you pass em to me and I pass em to Ashh. Ashh, you pour the contents into the small tank.""Alright. "They chorused a smile."Guys, can we grub a weed crusher from anyone, please? Um! This white bucket contains some liquid extracted from cooked grass. Please, Mike, you need to pour this one by yourself; I mean I'on know if she can handle the big stuff."The crowd cheered and gabbled. She laughed and smiled at me and I did the same.Mike lifted the white bucket and Zoom assisted him to pour the extracts into the tank. The random guy behind us passed a crusher to me and I passed it to Mike."Pass me the tabs, Mike."He handed over the two capsules to me."Guys, we've got two caps of Mitsubishi, our gate pass to LA LA land. Mike gon crush em and Ashh go pour em into the tank. DJ Z, please turn up the music a
Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder."G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?""Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.”“Yeah, he does.”I responded in my relaxed voice. We continued walking.We came to the sitting room which was however the party ground. The sitting room was quite large and so staggeringly decorated with inordinate red lights and balloons. Most of the guests sat on the sofas and side stools, and the bar stools, the rest stood leaning against the walls. A few guests were dancing while others just smoked and drank. It was pre
"Who the fuck are you nigga?"He spoke in a very deep voice, and I guessed he was faking it."Loud."I replied in my sonorous voice."Yo! Loud, it young lad show today. So check in tomorrow.""Wait, man. Tell young lad Automatic loud makes it louder."He turned away from me and faced backward like he was listening to someone else."Some nigga with loud makes it louder shit."He spoke to someone inside the building."Let my bruh in nigga!"A familiar voice replied. Thank God, it was Auto.Auto's real name was Rick Jefferson Arthur, one would have thought he got his nickname (Auto) from his last name (Arthur) just like I did, but I was wrong.Auto was single-parented just like myself. He lived in the suburb with his poor mom while
NOTE: ALL THE STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.I got up from the bed, walked to the guest fridge, and returned with a bottle of chilled water, I removed the seal and opened it; and fed some water to Maribel. She drank up almost half of the bottle, and I drank up the rest of it. I dropped the emptied bottle on the table and returned to the bed; went on both knees between Maribel's legs and massaged her feet gently.(Sweetheart.)(Yeah baby!)(I know it's been a minute since I hit it, but I want to do something different.)(What do you want to do this time bad boy?)(I want to fuck you in the shower, baby girl.)(Okay! Let's go.)(A minute please, let me play a special song.)
NOTE: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.I continued sucking her left groin then kissed her right groin and sucked the right leg groin and thigh, then kissed down to the knee, calf, shin, instep, toes, - to the bottom right side of the bed, and sucked all the toes.(Mmm! Nice. I like that.)(You like that, princess?)(Mmm! I do.)She smirked at me.I kissed up to the right nape of her neck, - to the top right side of the bed. I sucked the right ear and nape of her neck. Then I kissed down to her forearm and sucked it, continued kissing to her right fingers, and sucked all the fingers one after the other.(You got me shaking, baby boy.)(Really?)(Yes baby.)(Just relax and be taken care of, my Maribel.)I climbe
Note: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.She stretched her right hand to the table and carried the plate of ice cream, I collected it from her with my left hand. The plate had only one plastic spoon attached to it, perhaps, because it was meant for me alone. I removed the seal to open it, then took a full spoon and fed it to Maribel first, and filled another spoon for myself.(Hmmm! Purple berry flavored ice cream from the purple queen.)(Yeah! You love it?)(Of course, I do, queen!)She laughed. I fed her another full spoon and some drops spilled on her tities, I licked the drops off her boobs. We continued with the ice cream as we discussed.(You know, when I was a kid - in elementary four, my English teacher asked us to write a composition about our dads. I wrote a ver
Note: Statements in the () are translated from the French Language."Loud makes it louder.""Yeah! You do baby."”Yes, you know I do baby?”“yes, I do. Haaaaa! Mmm!)I continued to kiss and suck her neck. She continued shivering again and shelved playing with my erected cock. She crossed her hands around my waist and rubbed my back continuously. I nailed my waist to hers moving my hard huge cock in between her legs and rubbing it against her clit. I continued kissing and sucking her neck as I grasped her thick fat booty and massaged it softly, pulling it against my erected cock.She rubbed my ass with her right hand, as well as my back with her left hand. I put my hands between her legs, grabbed her by her laps and, lifted her above the floor, and dropped her on the table spreading her legs apart. Then massa
Note: Statements in the () are translated from the French language.(Baby I have been screaming your name behind the door, to open it.)(Oh! I am so sorry luvvy, I didn't hear clearly, and I didn't know it was you.)I rushed to the door and picked up a wooden basket containing some items, in front of the door. I dropped the basket on the table and turned to have full sight of my Maribel as she locked the door behind her. She was glamorously dressed; she wore a purple nightgown with a rope tied around her abdomen and a pair of purple slippers. The shapes of her tities and nipples were almost fully visible through the gown and she looked so attractive that she could make any man very hard with just a sight of her.She walked towards me, collected my joint, and walked to the table wiggling her butts, my eyes traced her every step clinging to her thick sexy waist. Her curves w
Note: Statements in () are translated from the French language.She stopped walking and faced me, she looked too serious, lacking a single smile, and her eyes glazed over. I knew I needed to stop talking or change the topic, and to stop talking did not sound to me like the best option. I needed to talk about something riveting, something to restore smiles to her face.We began climbing the most beautiful staircase I had ever set my eyes on. The staircase had purple lights illuminating from the risers and threads, the banister and handrail had gold filigree all over it, and there was a large mirror with an ornate gold frame on the wall at the landing.(Hey! Why are we going upstairs? I know your guest room is downstairs.)(We are going to my dad's room to say hello to my dad.)(Oh! Really? H