Smoking in the damp glow of twilight mystifies the moonlight. The hope of a druggee is most often to grasp that nostalgic feeling. Ethereal and strange. Emotions brought on by memories you're unsure even exist. But then, can memories even be considered apart of existance.
The roaring engine of my classic black mustang disturbes these somewhat lonely street, dirtied with garbage and pure filth. The reason being; cleanors and garbage collectors fear this part of the city. Neon light softly reflect of my babies shene, angela- that silver angelic statue standing proudly at the head of the bonnet, vanguarding the way through this unfriendly district.
Marijuana laced with the purest of cocain this side of the border permeates my already worn lungs. It all feels like a lucid dream, a dream of an unfamiliar life yet here I am at the center of it all. The soothing music of Maurice plays on the radio, telling of a man struggling to do right by his lover. One of his greatest hits in my opinion.
lazily, my hand rest on the shinning leathery steering wheel. with no particular place to be I, drive aimlessly.
The digital clock ticks up to two-fifty-nine as I deliberate over which of my cravings to satiate. Finally the visage of a plump black coquettish woman comes to mind. "chocolate" I mumbled to myself. Holding the cigarette in my mouth, I used the now free hand to fetch my phone.
The dim light of the screen focuses my eyes. three numbers reside at the top my call log. Chocolate being one of them, I call as usual. Food can wait.
Three droned rings later, a feminine voice answers familiarly " Tiger! baby, I was expecting you. its been a long time you called for some chocolate"
An amused smirk crept across my face. As I recollect the past few months. " well. I'm calling now."
She chuckles at my words, I feel her hot breath through this cold phone. Patiently I wait for her reply which readily came on time " well. you know where to find me baby" She canceles the call, returning silence to this lonesome car.
Expectantly, I drive to her office- a street corner named picman. Shortly I arrived. From a distance I could see her face pirk up upon hearing the hum of the engine.
Standing around, her fellow trades women and business rivals wait for potential customers.
I come to a slow stop infront of her. Although my mind is left a bit muddled since I've started on this second cigarettes. I can still tell that she's had a busy night. Her exposed skin sweaty and glistening in the street light. A slight scent eminates from her.
Cigarette smoke billows from my mouth as I stare at her in silent, unmoving. She smiles brightly and waddles up to the car. Her whitened teeth excentuated, diverting attention from her cold and tired eyed. " baby" She speaks with jubilation." long time." her eyes scrutinizes me, searching for change. Finding such a change in the form of a long partially healed scar stretching vertically along my cheek. She touches it gently as she carresses my face" It's so dangerous out there baby."
She waves goodbye to the other ladies and gets in the car without Instruction. Her scent is a bit bothersome but I ignore it.
we drive in silence and cigarette smoke through in the dark of early morning. Soon her curiosity peaks beyond her contol " so, where have you been baby?, I missed you."
I responded with a prolonged silent side-eye. She knows better than to question my personal life. Becoming reacquainted with her her status she abandons her queries and sinks into the soft leather seat.
My baby purrs roughly as we speed through these streets, the longer we go the more blurred my eyes become. This is my fourth cigarette and it's barely been past an hour. A result of whenever I return home to this place, I can't control my limits.
Beside me, chocolate snorts neat lines of glistening white coak. She loves when I'm around to afford her the luxury of endurance. Her eyes glazed and that chubby smirking face giggling jubilantly as we increase in speed.
I take her to a motel in a quiet corner of the district. A filthy place where petty pushers peddle second rate drugs and consume most of their own supply. Five stories tall and an un-refirbished cream colored paint. we've been here before, many times but not every time. Only when I'm low on cash.
" wash up and we'll get started" I said to her as we walk into this moldy smelling room. Carpeted floors and ugly sheets decorate it unjustly.
She waists no time in getting under the shower, the sound of running water echoes throughout the room. Coercing me to urinate. So I do, in a dirtied brown porcelin toilet bowl, old and stinking. I expected nothing less of this shithole.
After a while she comes out wrapped in a towel and partially wet. Her black skin radiant and plump, her red eyes menacing, and those un-naturally white teeth are slightly off-putting. But that white won't last long. Har chain smoking would see to that.
I prefer black women, well. The darker shades at least. Their charms are distinctly different. But regardless of all else, they're all pink inside.
"Baby, I'm all yours for as long as you like. let me show you how much Iossed you" She whispers softly in my ear. Her hot breath tickles both skin and still heart. Her hands caress me from chest to head. Slowly she begins to grind on me. her weight quite noticeable as she straddles my sitting self. But I enjoy every bit of it. Foreplay goes further as her hand reaches for my cock, grabbing my gears while undoing my pants. She tries for a kiss but I know better than to kiss a whore.
Forty-five minuets Is all that's needed to relieve weeks of pent up stress.