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DaVonte LewisThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Crystal Hopkins | |
| Saturday, 10 May 2008 | |
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Share it:      Prologue My heart races when I see HIM I start to blush when i see HIM Beautiful and lovely HIM So handsome and cute So sexy who knew That I would be attracted to HIM That I would feen, need see one of God's great creations HIM
Day 1 I went to school on Moday feeling good. I had finished my project for my American Authors class. I was just so tired from working all weekend long. Then, alll of a sudden, I saw this on boy that I thought was SO FINE!!!! I knew I had to have him the minute that I saw him. Well, even though he cussed and was a sexy thug...............my mind,soul, and body wanted him badly. I could feel myself emerging with furious fire. Fire that had to be burned out. Luckily, i had the courage to talk to him. "Hey baby, I-I mean h-how you doin'?", I stuttered. "Hey girl. What's yo' name?", he said "My name is LaTavia Johnson. What's your name?", I said "My name is DaVonte Lewis", he said "Well, I was wondering if I could get yo' number?", I said "Sure baby, it's 444-4112, you know the area code", he said "Yes, I do. Aiight, it's in my celly, and I'll catch up with you later.", I said. Then we headed off to our classes, I thought about him all day. The man of my dreams finally gave me his phone number. That is so I can have him all to myself. Well, that fine-ass nigga DaVonte called me up that night. I was just about to go to bed but was happy cuz that nigga is FOINE as all hell. We talked on the phone for hours. "Hey what you doin", I said "I'm playin some Madden '08 on my PS2.", he said "So, did you watch the playoffs last night?( I know a lil' somethin'-somethin' about the NBA) "Hell yeah, you know it!", he exclaimed "Well, who do you think gon' win?", I said "I think the 76ers might win. I ain't a Lakers fan," he said " I feel you on dat one", I said " The Lakers might knock the 76ers down though," he said " Yeah, they might. Hey, Ima call you later aiight boo?" I said " Aiight honey bun. Bye" he said Day 2 I meet my baby DaVonte at Barnes and Nobles at Mayfair Mall. It was a sunny day, partially cloudy. I had on some hip hugging capris with my signature black pumps. I wore a white dressy top that showed a hint of cleavage. DaVonte shows up wearing a short-sleeved beige button down shirt with some buttons undone. He also wears some fresh brown denim Jaboes with some cold ass brown and white Jordans. His hair is just long enough for him to wear french braids so he has it in a short ponytail.
"Hey sexy, what you doin'?, he said "Hey hottie. Your fine! I'm mean I'm fine, thank you," I said embarrasingly "You sure are fine with your sexy ass.", he groaned "Stop it your making me blush!!!" I exclaimed We sat down and had a brunch at Starbuxks. I had a Double Chocolate Chip frappucino while he had a Mocha frappucino. We did this for about an hour while talking about our daily lives. After we talked for about an hour we went to our separate cars and headed to our separate houses.
Day 3 I was heading home through an area of people dressed in cheap clothes that barely covered their bodies.Fishnet stocking coverd the ladies' legs. Ripped white beaders showed off the mens' six pack abs. I have to walk through this hectic area everyday. Men and women always drive up to the people on the street corner asking "Can you give me a special please?". One man asks a female that is wearing nothing but thongs that same question. The lady says, "You mean fuckin' your brains out?". The man says, "Yes baby,that's what I mean.". One of the dudes in ripped white beaders came up to me and asked me if I need to be taken care of. (Little did I know that this dude was DeVonte Lewis, my boyfriend.) Because it was almost pitch black ( I couldn't recognize DeVonte), I told the man off. I told him, "Boy, get yo hoe-ass out of my face!". Dude still tried to manipulate and get with me by licking and biting his lips. Now, I ain't gon front, I should've went with him, but he a hoe. Stickin his dick into every female that pays for it. Since I figured out it was DeVonte though, I halfway gave him a break. I told him that he should've thought about the fact that I might not want to be with since I just found out that he was whoring. But,I cuouldn't blame dude for selling his body to me, cuz what dude wouldn't want me. Besides, I was looking sexy al all hell. I had on some black pumps with a Baby Phat jumpsuit. I was lookin' ready, but in reality I wasn't ready for no manwhore...........even if it was my man, DaVonte Lewis
Copyright 2008 Crystal Hopkins |
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