Contents (31)
- Also by Omar Tyree
- Contents
- Under Pressure
- Still Strokin’
- Nightmares
- Celibacy
- Cock Blocking
- Sex Crazy
- Anything Can Happen
- Damn!
- A Lot to Think About
- Say What?
- Hypocrisy
- There Is Always Another One
- A Crowded Room of Women
- No Peace, No Pleasure
- Guilt-Ridden
- Turned Out
- New Tricks and Treats
- In the Closet
- The Mansion
- They Got Me
- Anything Goes
- Sexaholic
- Plenty of Options
- Back to Chaos
- Party Over
- A New Beginning
- Figure It All Out
- Epilogue
- About the Author
I responded “Fucking you from the back” with no hesitation. A cocky man will say just about anything.
Andrea started a slow laugh and kept going with it.
Brazil shook her head and said, “You see how good pussy goes to a man’s head. He probably thinks he can fuck every woman in the world now.”
She was right, I was thinking that. So I started to grin. I could fuck every girl I went after. That’s what they all wanted, to be captured and fucked by a guy who meant it. You just had to bring the freak out of them first.
Plenty of Options
ITIGHTENED UP BRAZIL, played a few more rounds of bedroom kinkiness, and fell asleep with both women in bed. In the morning, they showered, dressed, and left me.
After they were gone, I sat up in bed until close to noon, which was late for me. I had been going to sleep late and getting up early for the past few days, and it had taken its toll on me. I needed the extra rest. But all I could think about while I rested was how differently I felt about Andrea. I couldn’t trust her to be my woman anymore. Who was I kidding? Her whole lifestyle had changed. That left me with a feeling of emptiness. My quest for her was gone and replaced by nothing.
When I was finally up and about, I saw no reason to return to Atlanta so soon. I wasn’t crazy about crawling back to Danni anymore either. So I called my mother to see if she still wanted me to drop by and visit her in Indiana.
She said, “What? Boy, you didn’t give me a warning or anything. I thought you said you were gonna call me first.”
“I am calling you,” I told her. “I’m calling you now.”
“Yeah, on the same damn day you’re supposed to come. That’s not enough time to let me know. I don’t even get off until seven.”
“I’ll just come by and get the key from you then,” I told her.
“No, I might just try to get off early. What time are you gonna be here?”
“I’d say after three o’clock or so. I can catch the train around one.”
Gary, Indiana, was nowhere from Chicago.
“Well, I can’t get off that early,” my mother told me.
“You don’t have to. Matter of fact, if you don’t want me to have the key, then I’ll just go around and visit old friends until you get home. Everybody says I never look them up anymore.”
“You don’t.”
“Well, I got a good life to live. What can I say? I’m busy.”
“That don’t mean you can’t visit your old friends, Terrance.”
I nodded. I said, “Well, okay, let me start getting myself together. It’s gonna be twelve o’clock soon, and I still have to make it downtown to the train station.”
I hung up with my mother and gathered my things at the hotel. I had to take a good, long shower and get moving.