It’s Homecoming week at school. I’m not excited. I have NO school spirit when it comes to Southern University. To be completely honest, I can think of SO many other things to do with all of the money that is put into the football team that has been LOSING majority of their games prior to me attending the university. I digress.

I am attending the Greek show on Friday after work and I think I may just be going to the concert. My Writing Proficiency Exam is on Thursday and I may have to work earlier hours to go and take my exam. My cousin is supposed to be staying with me Thursday and Friday, I think. He is insisting that I attend an Alpha party with him since he’s an Alpha and it’s Their Year. So, since it’s free and drinks are free and I could possibly invite a few of my friends, we’ll see how that will go.

Such randomosity right?! LOL. Well, that’s because today is prevelant. Nothing is new. The same people urk my nerves. The same nonsense with him exists so as a result, the same power I possess to ignore his ass is being used to the 20th power! And to think that all of this is over the fact that WON’T accept a fridge that he has gotten for my house. Anything from him w/o a price = control tactic. So, I’ll just buy my own damn fridge because I just DON’T feel like dealing with him showing up when I friggin’ have company claiming he wants his fridge back because I KNOW he’ll do it. So, I’ll eliminate the possibility. I knew the maturity wouldn’t last. Oh well, it’s not like it caused any hinderances in my schedule/plans. Now, I just prepare for it.

TOUCH.

I woke up to the soft caresses of his fingers sliding up and down my spine. Obscurely, I smiled though I made sure to be oblivious to the fact that I was aroused for I feared that he’d stop. There was just something about his touch that I couldn’t withstand or forbear. This touch caused remissions for all my obligations that needed attention when the sun was set to rise. It had been so long since I felt a touch, a soft stroke of man’s finger or a gentle caress of that same man’s hands. I left my body that morning. My flesh was in control and this time, I didn’t mind. This time, I was grateful.

With every entrance and every exit, each arrival and each departure, and all the importations and deportations caused were rhythmical to the melodious implorations and requisitions of my flesh. The vigor that exisited in the thrusting and the propulsions delivered an even more prurient sensation than what existed at his fingertips. He whispered in my ear questions that he wanted my body to respond to, in which they did. My reponses to his interrogative statements permitted our journey to be much more effortless however nevertheless, much much more pleasurable.

He understood what I needed. My body knew what it wanted…and the bale of satisfaction was delivered on time!