Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2011 21:11:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jorge Papi 26

  Is it wrong of me to not want make up sex? Yeah everyone says it's so
amazing and spectacular but man I don't really want sex. I just want to
talk to Jorge, weird right?

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

"I thought you wanted to do it."

"Not anymore... sorry."

"Oh come on man stop being lame." Chris said in a sad tone.

"I'd just rather talk to you."

"Ok, tell me what's on your mind."

"What's our future gonna be like Jorge?"

"To be honest, I don't know. What I do know is I'll always be there for you
no matter what happens." He told with a smile.

  Talking to Jorge is literally the highlight of any day and I feel like
I'm in heaven regardless of the type of talk we're having. I don't care if
we're having a heated argument, a calm talk, or just some casual yet cold
shouldered remarks; every word he says to me is like a breath of fresh
air. Every time I doubt him and think he's not that good of a guy he does
something to sweep me right off my feet and I'm right back in love. Yes I'm
in love with Jorge. I know I've done a bunch of stupid and reckless
bullshit but at the end of the day he's what, he's what I got, he's what I
need. Jorge is like the cap to my water bottle, if that makes sense.

"Have you ever hated me?" I asked Jorge while he rested lifelessly on my
chest.

"Nah... I mean sometimes I thought I did but it was more of being pissed
the fuck off than it was me hating you. I don't think I could ever hate
you, even though you've given me plenty of reasons for it."

"Yeah I know I'm a horrible person who doesn't deserve life." I said with a
chuckle.

"Chris you do really suck. I love you and everything but yo you're fucking
terrible. There've been so many times I just wanted to be like `man fuck
this' but for some reason I can't. It's like I don't want to be with you
but I don't feel complete without you. Is crazy `cause... I just can't
explain it."

"Awww Jorge you have feelings!"

"I always had feelings; you and your bullshit just fucked them up."

"Oh shut the fuck up, punk." Of course I had to add that extra little
snipe.

"You're lucky I like you so much because if not I swear on everything I
would've cracked your skull by now, but in a loveable kinda way."

  These are the types of talks, which in my opinion can really define a
couple. If you can't sit down with your significant other and just talk
about whatever then what can you do? Jorge rested peacefully on my chest
for the rest of the night just running his fingers over my chest, rubbing
my inner thighs; he was just touching me in non-sexual ways that drove me
absolutely crazy. I wanted to rip his pants off and wrap my tongue all over
his fat Colombian dick and deepthroat it down to the bottom. Then I wanted
him to shove it all the way in my ass and fuck me like always
does. Grabbing my hips and pounding like there's no tomorrow, tugging on my
hair while pinching a nipple, I wanted him to throw my legs over his
shoulder and show me who the boss was. I loved it when he made me call him
daddy and I loved it even more when he called me his bitch or his little
whore. Every time we fucked I felt like I was in nirvana, like my body was
separated from my spirit and there was no turning back. He always had this
deep hard stroke that would send shockwaves up my spine and make my body
quiver like I got shot or something. It was exhilarating having that
monster cock pummel my delicate ass like it was the end of the world.

"Chrissy wake up we got school!" Jorge yelled at me from the hallway.

"I don't wanna go." I replied in a whiney tone.

"Well too damn bad, wash your ass so we can be out."

  After showering, eating a quick breakfast, blah blah blah blah boring
details I finally ended up at my locker in school. Normally I just grab my
books and go but today I was so lazy and lethargic I just leaned up against
my locker and observed all the students walking by. Looking to my left
there was this one kid named Sammy who I sometimes spoke to but we weren't
anything more than maybe acquaintances. On my right there was another kid
named Joey who also nothing more than an acquaintance. Sometimes I would
speak to them but really I'm the type of person who prefers to be spoken to
first. So if you ain't got anything to say to me then I ain't got shit to
say to you. Right before I could even gather up the energy to go to class
stupid Joey just had to do that fake fall shit on me.

"Joey, really?"

"My bad!" He yelled at me, but not in a serious tone.

"Shut the fuck up."

"No you shut the fuck up." Sammy whispered in my ear. At the time I was
directly facing Joey so Sammy was pretty much sidled up against my back.

"Whoa back up there buddy. And Joey go to class!"

"Ok dad." And off he went. I was gonna follow because I had the same class
but stupid Sammy was pulling on my uniform pants.

"Did I say you could leave?" He whispered in my ear.

"No."

"Turn around and look at me."

  Being the dumb person I am, I turned right around. But I don't get why he
was all of a sudden talking to me? Like there were so many times we would
see each other in school and we would just walk past each other as if we
were strangers.

"You got my attention, now what are you gonna do to keep it?" I asked him.

"I don't need to do anything; if you didn't wanna talk to me you would've
been left." Sammy replied in his smooth Italian accent.

"What the fuck your weird ass want?"

"Why do I have to be weird?"

"You just are! What do you want? Unlike you I actually do go to class so um
let's put a move on it."

"I'll just talk to you later, you're already making me mad." Sammy said as
he reached in his locker for his coat.

"Sorry, am I supposed to give a fuck?" I just can't help but be a bitch to
everyone. That's just how I am.

"The more you work that pretty little mouth of yours the harder I'm just
gonna fuck you."

"Oh no that won't happen baby I'm off the market." I told him in a dead
serious tone.

"That doesn't matter to me Chris. Anything I want, I get. You know that."

"Well you won't get this."

"Hmmm... ever been raped before? I hear the experience is life changing!"

"Stop playing with me." I said before walking away from Sammy.

  Then he out of nowhere grabs me by my hair and pulls me in way too
close. At this point one hand has a firm grip on my head while the other
hand has a firm grip on my hip with his lips pressed up against my left
ear.

"Listen to me Chris; I don't play around with anything. I want you, so
therefore I will have you. Doesn't matter what you say or think because
it's definitely gonna happen. If you wanna call it rape, go ahead I don't
really care because nobody's gonna do shit about. But see you later cutie."
Releasing my hair he walked away while coldly staring at me.

  I usually go crazy for the bad boys but Sammy is the definition of
bad. Jet black hair, always wearing a black shirt and jeans with a black
leather jacket and black boots this guy is my dream. All the black matches
perfectly with his creamy white skin and light green eyes and trust me I
would love to jump all over him. But I really just want Jorge and I don't
wanna fuck that up. The scary thing about it is Sammy truly does get
everything he wants, he can just look at someone and they'll fall in love
with him! This guy is bad news, I can feel it.