Page 25 of He Snatched My Soul

“So what do you do to help you cope?”

“I read and write.” The smile on her let me know she enjoyed doing both. “I was tempted to get a dog but decided against it because of my work schedule.”

“Word? What do you write?” I was curious.

“Urban fiction, romance, both combined. I love being an author. It’s like being a painter of words. To be able to create a vivid world and characters with every stroke of my fingers is exhilarating. It's about weaving intricate stories that evoke emotions, engage the imagination, and transport readersto different realms. As an author, you leave a lasting impact through the written word.”

“That’s dope, baby girl. I might have to read them joints. You probably write some freaky-ass sex scenes since you're freaky in real life.” I fucked with her.

“You should know.” She winked at me. “Might be too hot for you, though.” She pursed her lips.

“Damn! It’s like that? Then, I definitely need to read them. See where your dirty mind is…”

“Shut up.” She chortled.

“You mentioned you were thinking of getting a dog. I could see you having one of those mean-ass Pomeranian dogs. My mom had one, and that dog never liked my ass.”

“Nope. It was a Yorkshire Terrier. I still might get one someday.”

Our food arrived and we dug into our plates. The jerk chicken was on point. Modesty went with the oxtail with peas and rice, and we shared some fried plantains. As we ate, we talked about our lives as kids and some of the craziest things we did growing up. I learned that shorty wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Modesty was just as much of a wild child as me. An hour later, we were stuffed and tipsy from the strong-ass drinks we ordered. I can tell Modesty was a little past tipsy. Her ass was on the borderline of being drunk.

After we left the restaurant, I decided to take Modesty back to Island Adventure. I felt ruthless for fucking up her chance to fully explore the park the yesterday. As we strolled around, we sipped on some water to try and sober up a bit. We played a few games and rode bumper cars. The shit was cool as it brought back memories of when my parents used to take my brother and me to Coney Island for Easter. We would get on all the crazy-ass rides, eat hot dogs from Nathan’s, and flirt with all the girls.

It’s hot as shit, so when Modesty wanted to do horseback riding in the ocean, I was down. Seeing her straddle that horse in that short-ass sundress made my dick hard. She wore her hair down today with a middle part and curly on the ends. The way it blew in the wind made her look like a beautiful goddess.

There’s nothing like a black woman. They truly embody a special kind of beauty that is both captivating and empowering.

“Wow! That was so fun and exhilarating!”

I chuckled at Modesty’s excitement as I helped her down off her horse. “It was cool. What are you trying to do next? It’s hot as fuck. I need to get my black ass outta this sun.”

“I don’t know. I was thinking about taking a ride on that.” She pointed up to the sky, and I looked up to see what she was talking about. It was a Skyride that took you across the park.

“Hell nah! I ain’t getting on that, Modesty. That’s some white people shit! You're trippin’, shorty.” I wasn’t feeling it.

“Aww! Please? It looks fun. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights?” She tried to pull my manhood card.

“No, I ain’t afraid of heights. I’m just not getting on that shit.” I was adamant, but of course, she wasn’t trying to hear me. Like a sucker, I caved after she pouted those juicy lips and batted them sexy eyes.

We stood in line for about fifteen minutes. I ain’t gonna front, a nigga was scared as fuck, but I wasn’t going to tell Modesty’s ass that.

“Ayo, my man? When was the last inspection?” I asked the attendant after he gave us the “do’s and don'ts” on the safety of the ride.

“Come on, scaredy cat. Stop being so dramatic.”

Modesty teased and pulled me on the ride with her. The attendant buckled us in before closing the door, and we were off. After a few minutes, we were several hundred feet in the air, and the view was dope as shit.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Modesty stood to look out the window in awe of her surroundings. She had her cell phone in her hand, posing as she took a few flicks of herself while holding up the peace sign, smiling. Licking my lips, my eyes slowly roamed her thick frame. The way she slightly bent over as she peered down at the ocean below us had my dick bricked up from the sight of her thick-ass thighs.

Modesty had a body that captured my attention. Her frame wasn’t what I normally went for, but she was thick as fuck with just enough meat on her body for me to grab onto. I usually fuck with the Instagram model type, fat ass, tiny waist, and a handful of titties. Whipping my dick out of my Burberry shorts as I openly admired her, I began stroking it to its full potential. She was so into ogling the view that she wasn’t paying attention to me being a creep until she called my name, and I didn’t respond.

“Jam-.” Her words got caught in her throat when she noticed my dick at attention. “What the hell are you doing?” she spoke harshly.

“Shut up and come sit on this dick.” I was candid.

“No! I told you we are not having sex anymore, Jamian, and I meant that.” I could see it in her eyes; she was battling with her thoughts.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Come take one last ride.” I smirked, gliding my hand up and down my dick. The more she stared at me, the more I could see her nipples hardening through the thin fabric.

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