Start the night here.
In this post I violate Rule #1. Don’t try this at home kids!
Sitting there in the car in the dark, DB told me there were some words she wanted me to say.
“You want me to do what?” I responded, grimacing distastefully.
“I want you to say it.”
“Um, ok…” I leaned forward, admiring her tight fade and the contrast of her diamond earring against the smooth dark curve of her neck, inhaling her warmth as I hesitantly whispered the words she had asked for in her ear, barely pushing the words out;
“Give me that big nigga dick daddy.”
I leaned back in my seat, searching her eyes for a reaction.
“How did that feel?” She asked me.
“Um,” I made a face “It went against everything I believe in. Did you like it?”
“No,” she considered, “I didn’t have to work hard enough for it.”
I was relieved, frankly. Yes I’m usually attracted to black women, but I think it’s because they’re beautiful, and maybe because of early childhood conditioning, not out of some perverse racist desire to violate taboos.
“That word does get in my head though, from twitter and friends.” I confided.
“Like, how’d you mean?” She asked, leaning back casually in her seat.
“Like, I’ll think to myself…I haven’t talked to my Dad in a while–I should call that nigga!”
She threw her head back and laughed.
Just then her sister got home…