It was getting hot and heavy.

And I liked it.

“So you weren’t going to call me?” he asked, sticking his tongue down my throat.

“I thought it was over” I said. “I thought you lost interest.” I could barely contain myself.

He never kissed me like this before. His hand was on the back of my head, his tongue deep throating mine.

He stopped for a second. “I missed you”, he whispered.

He looked into my eyes and my body was on fire.

It was the type of fire where I wanted him to take his dick out and fuck the shit out of me until my lady parts went numb. It was the type of fire where I wanted him to grab the back of my head and stuff my mouth with…nvm.

The point is, there was fire.

We hadn’t seen each other in a month. Our break-up was friendly enough. There was no back and forth. No one aired out anyone’s dirty laundry on social media. I would tell you why we broke up but even I don’t know. One day, we just stopped calling each other.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him and I wondered if he missed me too.

Side story.

Do any of ya’ll have a supercharged best friend? You know what I am talking about. That friend who gives zero fucks about right or wrong- she just wants you to have a good time.

Usually, I change up names when I write stuff but the world needs to be introduced to my childhood bestie, Brittany Morgan Taliaferro, or as I call her BB.

BB has been #TeamBae since day one so it was no surprise that the reason me and him reconnected was because she had his number saved in her phone. And called him. Since we just happened to be in the neighborhood.

So there we were. In his bed. Naked. Me and him.

And I was playing hard to get.

“You want this dick” he asked.

“No” I replied, grinning.

He stopped.

“So is this like a hard no, or a soft no?” he asked.

I just stared at him. Confused as fuck.

He went to his side of the bed.

“You are just going to stop?” I asked.

“You said no.” he explained. “We are just coming back from a break up. There are confused feelings. Just kiss me” he said.

So we kissed.

And it happened again.

“You want this” he asked.

“I don’t” I replied.

But I did. I really wanted it. I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing that I really wanted it.

“So is this like a soft “I don’t want it” or a hard “don’t?” he asked.

I cracked up.

It’s not that I was playing hard to get this time. I just thought the answer was obvious. I am in his bed. Naked. Wetter than Niagara Falls. Why wouldn’t the answer be anything but yes?

I get it though. Every day, someone new is being accused of sexual harassment. My jaw hit the floor when Russell Simmons was accused. Who next? Jay-Z? Obama?

Truth is I wanted bae to take it, regardless of what I said. I wanted him and I wanted him to stop asking these stupid fucking questions about consent in the middle of our moment.

But he was dead serious.

Consent wasn’t sexy but I gave it. Out loud.

Then we both enjoyed the moment.

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