SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
Angels, I think I fell in love at 11:46pm with a girl I hardly know. I've actually felt absolutely nothing for women for almost a solid year. I haven't felt my heart beat once since February of last year. I'm not kidding.
This girl annoyed me the first time I met her. I thought she was ugly too. And her voice made me want to drown myself in hot grease or put my face in an oven. She interrupted my train of thought to ask me a question that at the time I thought was stupid. Lol so naturally I thought she was stupid. I know, I'm an a$$hole.
Anyway, we now work together. I was very rude to her her first day. I ignored her existence and gave her non answers for her questions. Yesterday was our third day working together. Watching her cook got me like. She's so delicate with greens and spaces her ingredients in a way that makes the meal look delectable. She looks so sexy when she cooks too. I got tired of her standing over my shoulder when I was cooking so I finally was like: , yes,, do you need something from this space?
I'm just watching you work. Your food looks so good all the time. I'll go away if I'm bothering you.
: deep breath, sigh, I'm really bad, everyone is better than me, for real.
She said you're so funny. Me: sigh.
She just wouldn't leave so I got hella mad and decided to teach her how to do what I was doing. She learned so quickly and while under pressure. I finally really looked at her. And her eyes sparkle. Her smile is bright. She glows. I love her big red braids.
Fast forward to 11:30. We finished cleaning the kitchen. All the girls usually roll together because it's safer. She looks at me with her big beautiful sparkling eyes and asks for a ride to the train so she could catch it home. The other girls gave her the look because she already had a ride lined up with one of them.
Me: you know you'd be in a car with me for at least ten minutes, right, and you're okay with that? she was like
you're so funny.
Me: it's late, the last train you've already missed. Im not going to allow you to walk through that neighborhood at this hour by yourself. I'm taking you home coworker. My leather is so soft and I give coworker 2 a ride home and we hate each other. So why not you too?
We're walking to my car and she goes can I ask you something?
Me: I knew this bytch was up to something. I might kick her out of my car while it's moving for having me teach her skills it took me years to learn.
She starts talking about her BF. She thinks they broke up that night. I told her she's forgiving him too often. She's focused on him when she should focus on her own growth. I then changed the subject to work. We arrive at my car and I resist the urge to open the door for her. We're driving and I'm listening to her talk about what being black means to her. I slowed down so I could listen to her talk for longer. But I'm and playing it cool. She's in the Benz. My leather soft. I got wood everywhere. I just gotta let the car do the work. We're driving around the lake which is beautiful at night because there's lights around it. I planned that.
I accidently touched her hand when I shifting. I let it linger on her hand. She didn't pull her hand away. I put that hand in the radio dial and looked her like then turned back around.
We arrive at her house. I pull up in front and unlock the car doors. I resisted the urge to open her door for her. She tells me to shut the engine off so we can talk. She's already told me she lives alone. Has no kids. And broke up with her man. Anyway, im hanging on every word she says and I'm falling in love with her. Her conviction, drive, and intelligent support of her positions were so sexy. Now I'm checking her out. She's bigger than what I'd usually go for, but my downstairs neighbor approved. He was knocking on my door, if you catch my drift. I got very close to her lips with mine and she didn't flinch. I didn't even know I did it, when I realized what I was doing I opened my car door and went to the trunk to gather myself.
I had to make a move. I figured even if I lost my job asking for her number at least I didn't let a good thing go without going for it. I give her my pen and note pad and asked her for her number like this.
since I moved to the O I've been looking to connect with like minded people. I know I'm being forward and you have a BF, but I'd like your number so we can chat more. and she was like and wrote down her numbers.and her email, facebook, and youtube account. I only asked for her number. She didn't get out of my car until I told her I had to go. She turned her whole body towards me while she was in the passenger seat. I drive an European sports car. My cabin is small. So there was maybe a foot and half between us.
I cannot stop thinking about her. I had to resist the urge to text her when I got home. she's so pretty and insightful.
I bumped into her booty at work. It was an accident. It's so soft and full. I just want to bite it. Her hands are soft too. Her lips. She could absolutely get the D. But I'm not trying to be a slut or a home wrecker. And I don't know what she wants. She's hard to read.
This girl annoyed me the first time I met her. I thought she was ugly too. And her voice made me want to drown myself in hot grease or put my face in an oven. She interrupted my train of thought to ask me a question that at the time I thought was stupid. Lol so naturally I thought she was stupid. I know, I'm an a$$hole.
Anyway, we now work together. I was very rude to her her first day. I ignored her existence and gave her non answers for her questions. Yesterday was our third day working together. Watching her cook got me like. She's so delicate with greens and spaces her ingredients in a way that makes the meal look delectable. She looks so sexy when she cooks too. I got tired of her standing over my shoulder when I was cooking so I finally was like: , yes,, do you need something from this space?
I'm just watching you work. Your food looks so good all the time. I'll go away if I'm bothering you.
: deep breath, sigh, I'm really bad, everyone is better than me, for real.
She said you're so funny. Me: sigh.
She just wouldn't leave so I got hella mad and decided to teach her how to do what I was doing. She learned so quickly and while under pressure. I finally really looked at her. And her eyes sparkle. Her smile is bright. She glows. I love her big red braids.
Fast forward to 11:30. We finished cleaning the kitchen. All the girls usually roll together because it's safer. She looks at me with her big beautiful sparkling eyes and asks for a ride to the train so she could catch it home. The other girls gave her the look because she already had a ride lined up with one of them.
Me: you know you'd be in a car with me for at least ten minutes, right, and you're okay with that? she was like
you're so funny.
Me: it's late, the last train you've already missed. Im not going to allow you to walk through that neighborhood at this hour by yourself. I'm taking you home coworker. My leather is so soft and I give coworker 2 a ride home and we hate each other. So why not you too?
We're walking to my car and she goes can I ask you something?
Me: I knew this bytch was up to something. I might kick her out of my car while it's moving for having me teach her skills it took me years to learn.
She starts talking about her BF. She thinks they broke up that night. I told her she's forgiving him too often. She's focused on him when she should focus on her own growth. I then changed the subject to work. We arrive at my car and I resist the urge to open the door for her. We're driving and I'm listening to her talk about what being black means to her. I slowed down so I could listen to her talk for longer. But I'm and playing it cool. She's in the Benz. My leather soft. I got wood everywhere. I just gotta let the car do the work. We're driving around the lake which is beautiful at night because there's lights around it. I planned that.
I accidently touched her hand when I shifting. I let it linger on her hand. She didn't pull her hand away. I put that hand in the radio dial and looked her like then turned back around.
We arrive at her house. I pull up in front and unlock the car doors. I resisted the urge to open her door for her. She tells me to shut the engine off so we can talk. She's already told me she lives alone. Has no kids. And broke up with her man. Anyway, im hanging on every word she says and I'm falling in love with her. Her conviction, drive, and intelligent support of her positions were so sexy. Now I'm checking her out. She's bigger than what I'd usually go for, but my downstairs neighbor approved. He was knocking on my door, if you catch my drift. I got very close to her lips with mine and she didn't flinch. I didn't even know I did it, when I realized what I was doing I opened my car door and went to the trunk to gather myself.
I had to make a move. I figured even if I lost my job asking for her number at least I didn't let a good thing go without going for it. I give her my pen and note pad and asked her for her number like this.
since I moved to the O I've been looking to connect with like minded people. I know I'm being forward and you have a BF, but I'd like your number so we can chat more. and she was like and wrote down her numbers.and her email, facebook, and youtube account. I only asked for her number. She didn't get out of my car until I told her I had to go. She turned her whole body towards me while she was in the passenger seat. I drive an European sports car. My cabin is small. So there was maybe a foot and half between us.
I cannot stop thinking about her. I had to resist the urge to text her when I got home. she's so pretty and insightful.
I bumped into her booty at work. It was an accident. It's so soft and full. I just want to bite it. Her hands are soft too. Her lips. She could absolutely get the D. But I'm not trying to be a slut or a home wrecker. And I don't know what she wants. She's hard to read.
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