We all have at least one person that’s currently in or use to be in our lives that made us stray from everything we know. Basically, they had the bomb as sex and no matter how much you tried to tell yourself their body is the devil, you still ended up fucking. It’s just something about the way he pulled your weave *not too tight though* that made you weak to his peen. Or fellas you had that woman that sucked and fucked you so good, you went to sleep sucking your thumb like a baby with no shame. We call those bad habits. There’s nothing wrong with good sex, but when it’s with someone that you know you still have feelings for, that’s a problem.
My bad habit came in the form of a caramel complected New Yorker. When I say this man was walking delicious, I mean it. He had a statuesque frame, long dreads and bedroom eyes. The moment I saw him, it was a wrap. I knew this dude was gonna be in my life weather I liked it or not….and I loved it. I’m not gonna lie when I tell you, I fell in love with this man; but again I had to end it. You know how they say opposites attract, well this dude was too much like me and we just couldn’t get right. We loved too much of the same things, and sex was defiantly one of them. When we had sex, that shit felt like the earth moved. We would spend hours just devouring each other. Damn near any position was the right position for us. So once the relationship ended and all communication ceased, I was stuck. Not wanting to give it up to anyone else, but still needed to satisfy my craving.
So one night while chilling at the crib bored as fuck, I got a call. I knew instantly it was him because it was that damn NYC area code. At first I didn’t want to answer it, but I did. We talked a while, caught up on each other’s life, and I asked him if he wanted to come over. I knew what the hell I was doing and so did he. He said he will be here in a sec, and I knew that shit was gonna go down. Now you have to remember he was the last person I slept with, so I would have rather slept with him again, than having my tally go up another notch. He came through about an hour later looking like he just stepped out of a male magazine. We chilled on the couch in awkward silence and then decided to get our liquor on. Shit is so much easier once you have liquor in your system. He kissed me and that was it….my top instantly came off. We spent a few hours that night getting it on, and once daylight peeked through my window I kicked him out. I couldn’t continue feeding my bad habit.
Even though our relationship ended, I realized my feelings for him didn’t. The more I found myself in that position with him; I realized I couldn’t continue on this path. Sometimes sex is just sex, but when you have feelings attached that shit is something else entirely. Some bad habits just need to be broken. For some that’s finding their wants and needs in someone else, or just cutting off their sexual desires until they meet someone new. Either way, you have to realize that that good thick dick isn’t as good for you as you thought it was. I’m working day by day to get that bad habit out of my mind; it’s hard yet so tempting.
Holla at me: Do you have a bad habit?
