How'd I Get Here?
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Look at him. Lying there, the light from the alarm clock illuminates just enough for me to see him sleeping. He looks so peaceful. I can even hear a slight snore. Ain’t that some shit…I’m lying here thinking about kicking him in the balls to wake his ass up. And he’s sleeping like he just did something. I’m mad as hell. I tell you what, if I had known that it was gonna be like this I would have teased him a little longer. But, instead, I gave him some a little sooner than I had planned. And in this game you know the ball is in his court after he scores the basket. Because at this point, he can take his ball and go home and I’ll be left here looking crazy. All I can do now is hope that my mattress dancing and moaning makes him run back for more. At least that way the next move is up to me and I won’t feel like I’ve been dunked on at my home court. Besides, I don’t mean to boast, but I have been known to create a few stalkers with what I dish out in the bedroom…or wherever I decide to play. You might say I have a “cape and boots” in my stuff…super-coochie…yeah, that’s me. But, we’ll see when he wakes up out of his coma.
I can’t lie the brother is fine. Plus, he’s got that “big-dick-know-how-to-beat-it- down” walk. I gave in a little earlier than I had originally planned because I was horny as hell and trying to get mine off. He talked a lot of shit, the kind of shit that makes your coochie throbbing wet. I thought I had a foolproof system; I can usually pick the ones that are good in bed. But, this time I was wrong. This one turned out to be about as good as eating a bowl of soggy Frosted Flakes during Saturday morning cartoons. How in the hell can a brother that fine, with a dick the size of my forearm, be finished after five minutes? I just knew I was in for a long ride. The foreplay was longer than the session. It’s like watching your favorite show and having the power go out right before they reveal who committed the crime. I’m just too through. When I really think about it, my system isn’t really that fool proof. There are a few duds who have managed to sneak by my good dick radar. I’ve got to get another system. Woo, how’d I get here?
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SoFine Banks is a 27 year old entrepreneur with a successful business, a brand new house, two high end vehicles, and a few good friends. To top it off, she has a foolproof way of knowing whether or not a man is good in bed. She has all the things she could possibly want…except Darryl. Although it seems she is the total package to all other men, Darryl seems unaffected. For the past year, SoFine has been content playing second base to Tasha, Darryl’s ex-girlfriend…and a few other “free agents” he finds along the way. Will Tony, a new man in her life be able to pull SoFine away from the hold Darryl seems to have on her? Or will SoFine’s desire to win Darryl over from Tasha jeopardize her chance at true love?
With much drama, sex, and twists in the lives of the characters, How’d I Get Here will make you wonder if giving all you have to get the one you want is really worth it.