Personal Narrative: Cell Phones

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Waking up with Shay cuddled next to me was magnificent. Her skin felt softer than freshly plucked rose petals, and she smelled even sweeter. I wanted to pinch myself, but I knew I wasn't dreaming because I was wide awake. I pressed my nude body against her warmth, kissed her on the nape of her neck, and tried to wake her up but it was useless. She was out like a light because she worked last night and had only gotten home a few hours ago. I remembered that she went down on me and fell asleep with her head under the covers. The thought of her tasting my goodies made me feel warm all over, and I gyrated my pelvis against her backside. I was in the middle of starting an early morning sex session until my cell phone started vibrating on the nightstand. …show more content…

I released urine from my bladder and checked my text messages too. I tried to figure out how I was going to face Imani after spilling her secrets to Lester. A part of me wanted to jack her up for calling me a loose lip heffa, but I guess she wouldn't have called me that if I wouldn't have told. In the middle of thinking about how I was going to handle Imani, I browsed my through my text messages and opened one from Francisco. The message read: GOOD MORNING BITCH!!!! I laughed out loud; the next message was from Francisco too. There wasn't a written message this time, only a picture of him with a bright white toothy grin wearing a pair of expensive shades. I replied to his message with a smiley face. “That Francisco is something else,” I mumbled to myself as I flushed the toilet, set my phone on the counter, and jumped in the shower. Since I didn't go to work with Shay last night, I stayed home and talked to Francisco. We chatted for almost four hours. I knew his entire life story, where he lived, a few of his lover's names, and their occupations. By the time we got off the phone my battery was down to three percent. We talked about any and everything. Nothing was off limits. He even told me about his horrible coming out

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