So, days ago I found myself watching “The Life & Death of Sam Cooke: Lady You Shot Me.” And, in this documentary was Mr. Cooke’s receptionist who is now every bit of 70 years old. I don’t know why, but every time the camera panned back over to her, I said shit aloud like: “Damn, I want to stick my dick in her mouth!” or “I bet she has some ole good wet pussy!”. 

What in the hell is wrong with me? Is this some kind of senior citizen fetish I’m tied up to?

I’ve expressed my yearning to other women before: that I’ll fuck at a pussy that’s barely legal all the way up to great-grandma status (only if she’s sexy, though). Of course, I was bombarded with, “You’re disgusting, Maurice!”

“I know,” I’d reply, “what do you want a nigga to do: lie?”

Shit, when I come around, lock up your daughters, mothers, aunties–the village because I’m always sniffing around a tail. And, fucking mature women is like sipping on fine wine, remember? Read more »

Remember when you came to my house with your little .380 pistol? That was the first time a woman visited me with such authority. I had to foil your little plot, though. You know I had to pull the weapon from your back jeans pocket and get to business. Not even a pistol-yielding, sexy-ass chick as yourself could intimidate me in my shit. When you get to my house, there’s nothing but ass licking, dick devouring and pussy-eating antics over the horizon. I lead you to my bedroom and snatched your clothes off to gather up glances of your naked frame. Your body was delightful. You told me you hadn’t had any type of sexual contact in over six months. I already craved that luscious ass, but you mentioning your lack of sustenance marked my cue to just get it on. I pushed you onto my bed and instantly shoved my face in between your legs. I licked at your clit until your pussy lathered up and produced an abundance of fluid. I ransacked your asscheeks and turned up on that asshole. You pulled my eager face into your hind side’s bosom and kept me pinned there. My dick was a hardened mess in the middle of that chaos and disorganization. Fuck it, I had to mix up the uncertainty. I pulled my dick from my shorts and presented your slit with its erection. I worked my manhood into your wetness and began stroking like I was that Nigga, Clarence Carter. I held your legs up to your ears and dug into your hinny with pizzazz. I hit your pussy with such an authoritative drilling that your pussy spewed its ejaculation all over my bed. The more I stabbed at that wet box, the more it squirted and enveloped my abdomen with its precipitation. I marveled at what I had done, but I wasn’t done with you. I reintroduced your pussy and ass to my mouth and smothered your cavity. You kept on squirting and yelling out such things that weren’t meant for strangers’ ears to hear. I wasn’t going to let you hog all the sex, so I climbed atop you once more and pounded you  until we both came.

It was a bit unsettling when I walked through your door the first time. Keeping it real, you were a bit rough around the edges. (Attitude seemed to fill the air along with a bit of uneasiness.) You opened your legs up, though, and I squeezed my way in between those meaty things. The first few tongue-scraping passes over your genitalia were to see what kind of response I’d get from you. The jury was still out. Besides, your phone attained your undivided attention. Whatever conversation you were apart of sure had you giggling your ass off because you were texting away at your little handheld keyboard. I grew frustrated as seconds grew to minutes, and I felt you weren’t all in. But I remained on my mission and eased on down the yellow brick road. 

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HALLELUJAH…

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Let me just address this nonsense that the Roman Catholic Church (through Constantine’s punk self) has you niggas along with the rest of the world believing: that Jesus was indeed real and that that fake motherfucker is going to come back in the clouds to save your ass. My dear, I know you don’t believe this bullshit, right? If you do, you might as well pack it up and head out there on the track for me and sell that good pussy that’s between those thighs. I mean, you might as well let me pimp that ass; you’re letting the bishop and preacher get at you. And while I’m on the subject of the preacher, let me just share with you this story of some of the best head I’d ever received to this date. Guess who that fire-ass top belonged to? You hit the nail right on the head if you’re thinking: a fucking wet-mouth Pastoress. “I rebuke you Satan in the name of Jesus!” Yeah, yeah, I know; that’s what your ass most likely wants to holler. Funny thing is: why is your freaky ass here? You know I write some of that “Gomorrah” shit, right? I’m getting beyond myself, though. Let me get back to the Pastoress that topped me off. She actually provided me neck in her car (if I remember correctly) in the dead of night in the parking lot of my apartments. My hot antics revved up that Holy libido, and the Spirit of that Fake Lord was upon her tail. If you’ve been reading my literature for a while, you know I absolutely love getting my nipples licked by a woman’s wet mouth. The Lady of God swiped at my chest first to get the spaceship off the ground. Of course, she jacked at my brown specimen while entertaining me with that soiled mouth. My pre-emissions shared space with her groping-ass left hand (I think.), and I recall telling her, “Put your mouth on my dick!” She was apprehensive a bit, but that throat consumed my erection within a matter of seconds. And, I fuckin’ lost it; my pre-cum seemed to be expelled from my cock with each and every pull, suck, and yank of her fellatio tactics. I was in that heaven of fairy tales that her contemporaries preached about. And believe me, her Jesus had prepared a gang of rooms in His Father’s house in that there mouth for my dick to live in. Shit, I couldn’t endure the disabling lips and friends but for a season, so a Nigga was about to be on His way to enlightenment. Read more »