Smoking Mirrors

Arrogant assholes have always been my thing. I think it’s because people like this means good looks, money, power, status, partying, drugs, and fun. Omg, the way they carry themselves was so addictive. Swearing they’re the best next thing that everybody wants. The challenges them mother fuckers use to put me through gave me a hard on. The fact they could have anyone in the world, but they chose me stroked my ego. It’s funny because I never went after their money, status, body, or even their love. I just wanted my ego stroked.

Heart Eater was my name and getting them hooked to me was my game. I always present myself as a sweet, caring, open individual who gave a fuck about their accomplishments. When reality I gave 2 fucks about it. My intention was always clear and right in their face, but they were too full of themselves to see it. This tickled me inside because, in a sense I hated them. All they talked about was themselves. This would range from who had the latest shit to them flexing on social media.

They wanted these thick thighs/fat ass. The fact that I was very hard to get, but they got me; hypnotized them every time. I mean getting me was like winning in The Game of Thrones. Once they got me all they wanted to do was to flash me off as their prize possession. So, why not show up and show out. I felt it was my job to put this Fairy Dust Pussy on them, get them addicted, then leave their egotistical ass in the dust.

At the time I would wake up to my car being keyed, petty text messages, and durty dick/pussy pic of people begging me to hit one more time and I loved it. This was all fun and game till I met Karma. Karma is a bitch they say. One thing about her she has no respectable person. Her pay back is so good that you have no choice but surrender to her judgement. She will come into your life when you least expect it to collect her pay back. I mean this bitch is more powerful then Trump at this point.

Well, Karma knocked at my door one and I stupidly opened it. Yep, his name was Travis. Travis was different then my usual encounters. He was sweet, non flashy, and down to earth at least that’s what I thought anyways. Travis was trying to get with me for a while, but I would disregard him because he was too broke, too young, too plain Jane to give him the time or the day. I would always think when it was time to link up with him’ “How would he stroke my ego”? “What would I gain chilling with him”? Sigh, It all started one day when I began to get bored of my crazy limelight lifestyle.

One day he hit me up to chill. I thought what would be the harm in chilling with him beside what can go wrong. So, we met up. The first thing I noticed was his eyes and his soft tone of voice. He was a gentleman. He opened car doors, he made sure I didn’t walk on the outer part of the street, right down to sweet little kisses on my forehead. We will talk for hours about everything. Our conversation was not about things but about life. Day in and day out I would talk to him. I didn’t realize that Cupid’s arrow was getting me.

One thing I noticed about him was that he never tried to push on me sexually. This turns me on even more. This made me feel like he really wanted me. I was not just some prize possession to him. One night me and him decided to smoke some weed and get drunk. I keep poking at him and teasing him. He acted so timid and shy. This allures me because my usual type would have been all over this by now. This made my intention towards him very different. I couldn’t fuck him like l usually fucked the others. So, my moves were very mild and light.

I still remember the first time we had sex like it was yesterday. Mmmm, I remember each and every touch. During foreplay he was soft and so sweet right up until his dick got inside me. This made me think like,”wow this is a whole different demeanor”. The look in his eyes as he was stroking my pussy made me wetter and wetter. He wasn’t moaning or saying anything. His eyes did all the moaning and talking. His eyes always said, “Take this dick”, yep I surely took it to, every night. Everyday after work all I can think about is seeing him again. The pleasure that he gave me was so bad that I was at work in meetings thinking about it. I literally had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I would get so after fantasizing about our night hook ups. At this point I didn’t realize I was signing a contract with the devil himself. You gotta be careful of them Capricorn, lol.

This sex thing merged into us hanging out everyday. This is where I thought true love began. Ooouuu it felt like us against the world. When I was him I could be myself. I didn’t care about status, money, friends, nor flexing. I stop hanging out with the flashy crowd. Instead of waking up to crazy text messages I was waking up to texting wondering where I was at. I didn’t care because all I wanted and needed was my boo Travis. One day me and him had our first disagreement. The one day we had apart left me feeling like I never wanted to go without him again. The next day we made up this is when he said the magical words, “ I love you”. I didn’t know what to say. Because usually at this point I’m out. I took some time to myself to question, “Am I in love”? Does he really love me? After him saying it a couple of times, I finally said it back.

From that point everything started moving fast. One thing was for sure we couldn’t get enough of each other. Everywhere we went people would point out the love they could see between us. The chemistry between us was strong as fuck that I could denying that this wasn’t real. This man turned a heart eating as bitch to a soft lovable kitty. This made me feel like it was forever. Until reality set in...