lord of the pizzas: the two toppings

  • me: I wish I was married so that I can go on cute cinema dates with my husband and he can buy me nachos and himself some too because he knows I'll want his as well and then after the movie he would hold my hand and guide me to the car just to listen to my unneeded critical analysis of the film all the way to the take-out place to get me pizza because I just so happened to mention I wanted pizza during the day which would in turn make me fall for him just a little more and he would have ordered the pizza just before we left the cinema because he knows I hate waiting around so now we're driving home with pizza in my hands and me mumbling along to some 90's rnb that's playing whilst he's laughing at me, just to get home to our favourite TV series and two kittens using the empty pizza box for their new bed and then my scrumptious hubby would make me tea even though I wanted coffee because Lord knows I didn't need the energy that late and then we'd head to bed and he'd watch me undress until I'm just in panties just so he could pull me on top of him and show me how much he adored me just before he knocked me out with some good dick until I woke up the next morning to his head on my chest and his hand in mine
  • also me: I fucking hate boys
Posted Up

It’s hot as hell but you up in this theme park with Jackson cause he laid the pipe down real smooth last night. The least you could do is let him have some fun that isn’t occurring between your thick as thighs. You look over at him knowing he hot as fuck in all black but you said he looked good cause you was trying to distract him and shit from coming out here.

All these people and its hot.

You:

He getya’ll through and you acting needy every time a “fan” ( you aint here for that fan service shit when you with him. bitch better google and fantasize) so you keep putting his hand on ya butt each time they look or get too close.  Becky betta go on back to Tyler and his crocs.

Jackson:

He don’t say shit. He already know. He gives ya butt a squeeze and wink, got you hot in the drawls already and yall only two feet into the park. He go right for the roller coasters and you roll ya eyes acting hard when the only thing you been on was the .25 cent space rocket at the grocery store when you was two.

You:

Acting like this shit gonna be easy so he put yall in the front so you can see Death while he tap on your big ass forehead like the bone thugs and harmony video.

Exactly how many days we got lastin’

While you laughin’ we’re passin’ passin’ away

You finna die bitch.

Jackson:

Happy as hell cause he about that face pace like. But he aint noticing you shivering like a Chihuahua in boots cause some girl keep trying to get his attention. But he lowkey know you scared cause when he picked yo ass up last night you cried cause you was too high off the ground, but you his boo so he got you. He gonna make the shit good.

You:  

The ride attending buckling yall in and shit and Jackson look at him daring him to touch you, so he do it himself, lips on ya neck making that girl screaming for him shut the fuck up. Like the hoe didn’t already know whats up. You look back and eye the bitch already ready to fight but Jackson stick his hand up ya skirt while he kissin on ya neck. You know he aint gonna do it, but that ride start and he two fingers deep asking you is it good.

Jackson:

He know you wanna scream but the ride aint up the hill yet so he stop and throw his arm behind you like yall not 👏🏾 front 👏🏾 row 👏🏾 center on these white people’s ride. So he start asking what you wanna eat when yall get off.

You:

Yo bold ass talking about his dick and he scissor his fingers reminding you that you’re spread eagle two hundred and fifty feet off the ground.

Jackson:

He ask you again cause he actually hungry and looking ahead as yall at the top. He know its finna drop in like .44 nanoseconds.

You:

Looking at the view and you can see heaven from her and the lord is not pleased. You say something like pizza and he satisfied, but the ride drop and you screaming louder than when he almost put in ya ass.

Jackson:

He got them fingers moving, biting on your neck like he hiding his scream. He cool tho, he put your leg on his and open you up to the sun, letting that shit air out while he play with it.

You:

You aint trying to play but shit feel too good so you living…getting served.

Jackson:

He know the ride finna stop so he putting in work, got you talking in parseltongue, yodeling like you on the Ricola commercial. But he forgot what ride yall on and it aint called Hell Raiser for nothing, so yall coming up on that big ass loop de fucking loop. When yall hit it his fingers crip walk in ya pussy and you open ya eyes as yall coming back down, ya pussy in ya throat and his fingers half dead when he pull them out.

You:

Screaming cause that shit lowkey hurt and he laughing as he holding your leg open when the ride stop. The ride attendant come back up but Jackson look at him like ‘we gon ride again’

And you look at him like ‘bitch who? where?’ but you not gonna tell him no.