O Nasty B
540 Words
After a hot make out session and a walk in the park. Nate took me home, and was a perfect gentleman. During our talk I told him that I want to take my time because I just got out of a life long commitment. I need to find myself, plus although it was hot as hell, the image of him with the chic is fresh in my mind. He understood and laughed when I mentioned I need STD results.
“Look I will give you everything you ask for. I only did that to see if I was imagining your want for me. I rarely do sporadic hook ups. Shelia and I have been having our rendezvous for almost a year now. She knows not to expect anything, but also knows not to jeopardize me.”
After our heavy make out session, he says goodnight and I slept like sleeping beauty.
Now I am staring at a 78 year old patient, listening him talk about Erectile Dysfunction. Which is so killing my s*x vibe I was riding this morning.
“Doc are you listening? You gotta help me out here. I got a young live one who likes to ride all night and day. My friend Jimmy said he takes a little blue pill, that makes his thang stand like that statue of liberty; tall and proud.” Although I have been a doctor for years, this situation still causes me to vomit in my mouth. I used to be appalled by the thought of Kendrick old crusty, dusty self humping on me when we get that age. I swore to myself to murder whatever doctor that would give him Viagra, very slowly. But the thought of Nate thrusting in me at that age, is driving me to put in my will to be placed in a nursing home that allows sex.If my kids do not uphold it, then they will not get any money.
“Doc! You are ignoring me again, you do not care about my happiness. You know, happy wife and happy life in all.”
“I am sorry Mr. Sanders, it is a bad habit I have picked up lately. Yes, I can give you those, but let's start with half the quantity so I keep an eye on your blood pressure. We do not want her riding two stiff things.”
He looked at me puzzled, I did not mean that last part to come out.
“You can die, Mr. Sanders. I am sorry, I did not mean….”
He cut me off laughing so hard I thought he would kill over.
“This is why I love you doc, this is why I stayed. When your husband’s sleazy white called me trying to poach your clients I told her to ‘f**k off and fall on HIV infested pole. I am usually not rude to a lady, but not to a lady of the night like her.”
“Thank you Mr. Sanders. I will check on why they tried to get you to move. “ I am trying not showing my anger, that nasty b***h trying to f**k with my money. I am quiet and let things roll off me but when you mess with my family and my coins, that little Bronx girl come out. Now all I need is a bat.
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