Page 23 of Impacted by Love

"I can't stand you or Brent. Why didn't you tell me he was in the vicinity?" I ask.

"What's good, sis? Don't give her a hard time. I just walked in when she started rambling," Brent interjects before Jarielle is able to respond.

"Hey, brother. I'm good.”

"I know how much you and wifey love each other. Are you gonna be able to handle the no communication when we leave?"

"It's gonna be tough, and I've thought about sneaking into Jarielle's carry-on bag. I mean, what am I gonna do without her here to promise retribution that'll result in prison time?" I ask, smirking.

"Make better decisions, ho. What do you want, baby? You're interrupting the flow of our conversation," Jarielle interjects.

When Jarielle and Brent begin a conversation, my mind wanders back to thoughts of Asaiah.

Sex has been clouding situations since the beginning of time. Maybe I need to sit my hot ass down somewhere. Or I could let Rosalie remove the tightness from my deserted walls.

Girl, bye. The day Rosalie can loosen walls, you'll be a billionaire. Let that man show you what it means to let your back marry a mattress.

Or you could simply spend the day catching up on sleep, laundry, basket?—

She doesn't basket weave with your hating ass. You're always speaking out of turn. Hell, a wet ass and sore inner thighs ain't ever hurt nobody. Sit your prudish ass in the corner until you learn some manners.

A burst of laughter flies out of my mouth when my good and bad angels start going back and forth over what I should do regarding Asaiah.

"What's so funny?" Jarielle asks.

Zzt.

The text notification sounds before I'm able to answer Jarielle, instantly piquing my curiosity and causing me to see who sent me a message.

Asaiah:

So, I've given you time to decide. Are you gonna let me demonstrate, or nah?

My juices instantly begin percolating upon reading the message from Asaiah, while another intense debate begins within my mind.

2, 4, 6, 8… keep that pussy behind locked gates.

3, 5, 7, 9… make sure you let him know you can hip whine.

Oh my goodness, we're saved, sanctified, and?—

Full of cum, now didn't I tell you to sit in the corner with your Holy suggestions? Now ain't the time, girl. Now, Onesti girl, time and your pussy won't wait… walk into the light, sweetie. There are orgasms in the light. Spine-numbing orgasms are in the light.

Another shout of laughter leaves my mouth when my bad angel starts sounding like Tangina fromPoltergeist.

"Uh, I gotta go, bestie," I declare, disconnecting the call before Jarielle can respond.

Flee also youthful lusts:but follow righteousness, faith, charity, peace, with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.

"Man, no disrespect because I truly respect you, but I ain't trying to hear this right now."

Maybe not, but how can you expect to receive something different if all of your interactions with women are only sexual in nature? Given your past and what this woman has been like in your present, don't you think you should try a different approach?

Grumbling, I ponder the intrusive thoughts filling my mind because it's the last thing I want to hear right now. The phone call with Onesti while the terrible Tubi movie played in my background had my dick bricking the second I heard a reaction to my suggestive words. My strong man took over, which had me offering to show her what I could do in the bedroom.

Sure, having sex with Onesti will be fulfilling, but will it provide more than a temporary reprieve? What happened to you not wanting to pursue anything with her? Shouldn't that extend to sex too? A man with your sexual history should want to turn over a new leaf in that area of your life.

"What do you suggest I do, then?" I angrily ask.

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