I was standing there......looking up at the heavens on a Saturday morning at my front door, I am downing a fourty ounce, I smell the frying of pork in my kitchen that the buttnaked booty call from last night is about to serve me, her husband thinks she had to work the graveyard shift,I think she's HAPPY because she cooking and singing to the song on the radio at the same time. she keep calling my name from the kitchen to make sure I didn't leave because I am standing in my front door,door way...this girl is happy,not to many females wakeup in the morning happy, and she's buttnaked..cooking!...singing,LOUD! in my apartment, and breakfast smells good,from the kitchen she asked me to have a seat breakfast is almost ready,I walk away from the front door and walk towards the kitchen,thinking which booty call did my drunk ass call up last night,so I walk towards the kitchen really slow, curious than a M-F-R, so I peek around the kitchen corner and seen, a dark skin female, about five three, about one-fifteen LBS,Jet black long weave,colorful nails,Brown eyes,c-cups with a PHAT ASS!,she said "wat yew peeking foe",so I walked in to the kitchen,she kissed me and hug me and said breakfast is served...me and her sat down had breakfast together,this girl was a very good cook,well of course she's a good cook,right?...as we finished up breakfast,she was talking about last night,how she never felt so good and she said that she deliberately poked holes in the condoms we used last night because she want babies with me cause she sprung on me and that she's kicking her husband to the curb, and she leaving her toothbrush in my bathroom,and while she saying this she is "NUDE" and "GOOGLY EYES", me, I am fully clothed but I..have..no...idea who this naked woman is....true F-N story, I was in my early twenties.
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(GIVE A DOG A BONE)
during my teenage years I traveled with a band of musicians our manager was very driven for show business,he was always on the phone, he always, I mean always and always had a show date on the calendar,if it was not a paid gig it was a meet and greet and if it was not a meet and greet it was a gig for exposure..and if we were not on stage we were in rehearsals and practice, so one time he said you guys have been slacking on the creativity because you've been in the public eye to much,so he tell us to pack our suit case and drove us way out some where to his personal home..what a huge house it was!, we had no idea how rich our manager was. during the time me and SAMMY and the band members stay at our manager home, we watched our recorded live performances on film, he also teach us about being in public to much as an artist how you can loose your creativity,so this visit to his home far away from the ghetto was strictly business, we train, we study, we ride horses, we swim, we write, we practice, we study music, we exercise..
being in public just to be in public as a entertainer or performer is not a good thing,I understand why famous movies stars live in mansions, some of their homes have a movie theater, bowling alley, etc..it's because a artist need to stay focused on his or her creativity and avoid distractions..those fews weeks or more staying at my manager home was so, so, so, well let me just say the musicians in the band and this young ventriloquist from the hood and ghettos, got hungry!!! for creativity.
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(COFFEE WITH MILK)
Having a penis as a teen or teenager is having something you have no control over, many times I would awake with my high school sweetheart on top riding cowgirl, just riding bareback with my uncontrolled full erection inside her vagina, sometimes I try to push her off top of me in the deep of my sleep,it's to late she's gotten both nutts out of me...my high school sweetheart loved sitting on my face, sometimes I could not breath,she did not get off from sitting on my face until she fully had Orgasim,so I would help her orgasim quicker and easier sometimes she would orgasim in my mouth,it would be a lot of juices of fluid that taste like, like, nothing really..my high school sweetheart father always stick his chest out when talking about his so innocent baby girl,and in my mind I would be saying, your innocent baby girl is hot in her panties and can't wait to take them off...I waited many years to say this,in high school the bathrooms on the field are next to each other boys and girls..one day me and my high school sweetheart are seniors in high school,sitting on the bench we get up to walk to use the bathroom, holding hands as we romantically walk,so she stand in front of the girls restroom and I stand in front of the boys restroom we pinky finger promise to meet back at the school bench,I go into boys bathroom while I am taking a piss someone taping me on my shoulder so I turned around and and and oh shit! it's my high school sweetheart! In the boys restroom, in high school I thought the boys restroom was sacred ground from girls, I mean I was seventeen years old and shocked! I said "what are you doing in here!?",she said "give me some dick"...I mean, I told my lil homie Rome about that incident he just couldn't stop laughing,because I said the boys restroom was sacred ground from girls..in our youth he keep asking me about the restroom incident in high school with my wife, so did you give her what she asked you for? my answer is this,if you read this story of my high school sweetheart,the answer is reading between the lines.
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(MR. HOLLYWOOD)
I tell you the truth becoming a ventriloquist as a teenager get me groupies..it's all true I will not say her real name but let's call her the girl next door because she was a preschool teacher at Mr.Jackson preschool next door,me and Sammy would do story time,or reading a book of storytelling for preschool kids long before the girl next door became a teacher at Mr.Jackson preschool,some of the shows me and Sammy did at Mr.Jackson preschool the girl next door would participate in.The girl next door was older than me,she was a college girl,about twenty one years old and I about age fourteen,she had jet black real hair no weave,she was thick like a banana milk shake, her skin would glow yellow like fine lite skin African American girls, oh deep down inside my young self just wanted to explode anytime she friendly touch me,friendly touch,you know like handing me a story book or helping me on stage,she enjoyed being me and Sammy assistant at the preschool,I never dreamed of a college girl like the girl next door being interested in me as a ghetto ventriloquist, a few times I would be arriving home from a show, when the kids were playing in Mr.Jackson preschool yard with the girl next door,she would talk to me at the front fence or gate that devided my house and Mr.Jackson preschool,she would ask me how did my show go and we talk a little bit,then she would return back to the children playing in the preschool yard..I am going to mention her name because we were friends but something went terribly wrong (writer tear) even though I know I was "male" I knew how to respect females, but some females take advantage of their female power..one day the girl next door asked me to ride somewhere with her,well back in the day when your homies pull up you jump in, she was my friend,so I jumped in her car,she speed away to a famous hotel in los Angeles California the room was already reserved,all we had to do was walk in, beautiful room with a mini bar and wine and condoms but no condoms were used, I asked what were we doing but quickly shut my mouth,she lay in the very large bed drinking a lot of wine,I liked the girl next door because she was pure and good and righteous,it's not easy finding friends like the girl next door in the hoods and ghettos, we did have sex..my junior high school penis fit her college girl vagina like a glove,her vagina felt brand new,maybe you don't know what brand new vagina feels like,it's smooth and sucks on your penis when your penis is in motion,the girl next door was one of those good girls,good girls don't fool around a lot,that's why good girls got that good stuff,wearing no condom,so I try to take my penis out but the girl next door wrapped her legs around me and take her hand holding my penis inside her vagina and rubbing my balls at the same time,she says "give it all to me"..I had sex with the girl next door,I felt like,I felt,.like., I didn't want to with her but I had to, if I didn't all the homies would clown me,you just didn't walk away from college girls back in the day if you were in high school or even junior high school, also a sugar mama if you had a sugar mama in high school or middle school you were top dog in the hood and ghettos..after we were done having sex she start crying..and subbing, I am thinking at the time, was I that bad, no she's drinking and crying because *she just cheated on her husband*
so I explain to her it's all good, because you're not cheating with a stranger, you just wanted to get back at your husband or something like that, she listen to the heart of my words but too fucked up from the wine, she mumble the words "I need to go to church, take me to my church" I am thinking it's a week day,but asked her for the address to her church,I sit her in the back seat and drive her to her church and it was many people at her church on a weekday, I park her car in the church parking lot with her sitting in the back seat,I look at her, she look at me not saying a word, she open the car back door,I open the driver seat front door ,she get out and close the back door,I get out and close the driver front door,we looking at each other over the top of the car for a few long seconds,she turned to walk to enter her church, I turned to walk home.
PS: the girl next door real name will not be mentioned but this story is dedicated to the Mr.Jackson preschool the girl next door.I also went by to take photos of Mr.Jackson preschool recently for a documentary I am working on but it's no longer at the location,my home I grow up in is there but not Mr.Jackson preschool,I think thirtyfive years ago is long time ago...Thank you to the girl next door that worked as a preschool teacher, what a innocent story..Wright?
you were good people to me, I enjoyed every minute of your friendship,I will always remember you: we were so young and dumb.
All you nosey readers want to know what ever happened to the girl next door....after I come home from school,junior high school,there's a knock at my front door,there's a man talking to my mother,my mother call my name, I go to the front door,standing next to my mother watching a skinny tall black man about the same age as the girl next door,wearing a suit with out the jacket pointing and yelling at me from my front yard fence." You tell your son to stay away from my wife!" "don't you say nothing to my wife boy!!".....yes the girl next door told her husband about what happened with me and her,she stop working at Mr.Jackson preschool.shit! shit! shit! I lost a good friend, the last time I saw her was years later, when my lil homie Rome was working with me at domino pizza and she was walking through the shopping mall parking lot with a little girl, she said to the little girl "there go vann" the little girl look at me,I call the girl next door name but she keep walking, I go to run after her but my lil homie Rome stand in front of me and says.. "what are you doing all these niggas out here watching us,don't embarrass us, let her go"...I went into sadness as she disappeared into the crowded parking lot... ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and teens there are some people are "just a friend"....
(MR. HOLLYWOOD PART 2,there's two sides to every story)
some time after The girl next door.. after her husband knock on my front door, she said "what would you have done to my husband if you have caught him?", I don't know the story her husband told her but to the girl next door here is the true story, it has nothing to with you,it's a man thing, it's a hood thing, it's a ghetto thang..your husband show up at my front door because "you" wanted to have sex with me... it's not my fault he didn't have his pussy locked down,and going to my house because of that..is a for sure a disrespect, second he was talking shit in front of my mom,that is a disrespect...your husband was walking to his car,I ran up quick on your husband "talk that shit now my mother is not here",your husband see my face and hands, he jumped in his car and take off fast,I chase him down the back streets,he tried to loose me but are we witches?.I found him parked in a stranger's back driveway ducking down in the driver front seat,I pull my car up right up on his back bumper to block him in, black motherfucka shaking like a wet cold dog,eyes big,all you can see is the white,"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE let me go, PLEASE! let me out", people are looking out their Windows of their homes and some step out side to see what was going on,I leave slowly..sometimes you just can't let sleeping dogs lie..so I did catch your husband.
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