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I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone
Date: 8/5/2024, Categories: Interracial Love, Author: byDarknessofGeorgia
... [God, I love your vulgarness, I indeed did put my coochie into this blow steam emoji.] Craig Mac [ hot fries emoji] Nyla the Nyla [Don't make me cum over there, so I was thinking would it be possible for you to convince Angel to let me see the comic book.] Craig Mac [ I can try, but Angel is pretty stubborn, not gonna lie.] Nyla the Nyla [ Throw her some dick that usually loosens things us. Except me, I stay tight.] Craig Mac [ Gorilla Grip Nyla.] Nyla the Nyla [ Stop! Don't you dare.] Craig Mac [It's not like that with Angel.] Nyla the Nyla [ Sure it isn't, I'm happy you can keep things professional. Smiley face] Craig Mac [ I don't like your sarcasm, but I will try.] Nyla the Nyla [ You better, LET ME IN...the group. Let's make an orgy.] Craig Mac [ Lol]...... Craig Mac [ Hey Angel, Nyla finished the logo; look at it.] I sent her the image, and she responded in record time. Angel [Oh my God! This art looks fantastic.] Craig [ Right!] Angel [Did she do this for free?] Craig [ Well, kinda. She wanted me to ask you if she could see the comic.] Angel [ Oh...] Craig [ You can say no.] Angel [ I know, it's just. Okay, I think she can.] Craig [ You sure?] Angel [ Yes, can she meet us on Saturday at your place.] Craig [ Let me ask]... Craig Mac [ She said Yes! Are you free on Saturday?] Nyla the Nyla [ Fuck Yeah!!! Rock out emoji. Did she like the logo.] Craig Mac [ She loved it.] Nyla the Nyla ...
... [I still got it. Well, I am having dinner with my parents tonight. I will see you Saturday.] Craig Mac [ Bet, see ya.].... Craig [ She said she will be there.] Angel [ Cool, my boss saw me texting. I got to go, see ya Sat.] Craig [ Fist pump emoji.] I sit back in my chair and open one of the erotica stories. The front door shuts as Kiesha walks out for her date. I put my headphones on, trying to sink into my writing zone. Determined to finish another story to get another rep, I want to be a better writer. I feel like I have been getting lazy lately. I spend about an hour writing solid, almost finishing my story, but only sometimes when I get up for a stretch. I walk out of my room for a quick bathroom break and to get a drink. "Craig," Megan says, walking out of Keisha's room wearing a sports bra and panties. "Yo," I say to her in a low voice. I was looking her up and down, her long, toned legs. I could write poetry about them for eons. {Eons? Damn, who talks like this...me, I guess. Heh.} "What are you doing?" She says, raising an eyebrow at me while I observe her frame. "Minding my own business, Megan. Why?" "She walks up to me slowly, okay, you be an asshole." "Possibly, you going out on a date too." "No, I was going to go to the gym. And I was going to ask you if you wanted to go, but since you want to be an ass." "Why didn't you just say so, especially if you're going to PureBody." "You just want to look at all the wannabe ...