the morning after.....

bola, bola....bola....the sound of his deeply masculine voice broke my sleep...i had been having a wiered dream but hearing this strange voice sounded ten times stranger because it sounded real.....like someone was actually calling out my name. i felt a hand on my shoulder...a gentle shrug, then a more agressive shrug...bola....startled i opened my eyes and in a daze looked around for any sign that i was my familiar little space...anything to make me feel sane, but no things got even weirder....and  from the corner of my eyes i saw his dark handsome face...and then i remembered. Yes i was in his room, tunde was his name....  my longtime friend and more recently bed partner or as some would like to call it my booty call. He was handsome, tall, dark with perfect abs and ass (i always loved his ass...)....he was everything i imagined him to be...masculine like hell and sexier than a mof......ker.

It was perfect...nearly perfect because i also imagined breakfast in bed but i will let that slide. i opened my eyes wider and smiled at him....expecting a return smile but what i saw next was a surprise....."i have to go somewhere, u can let yourself out" he said...was i hearing right, no good morning, no kiss, no last night was heaven. Just some words that could be interpreted as BITCH u in my space get the hell out.....Where did all the loving go, all the romantic sweet nonsence he whispered into my ear last night...where was the guy who told me last night that he had always wanted to kiss me....where....

I had no time to ask him because before i knew it he was out the door...did not even say he"d hope to see me next time. And then i felt it.....not heart broken...cos the heart was not involved here....i felt like used toilet paper...even worse than used toilet paper....like thrash....i needed to get out of here right away because the message was quite clear. I immediately gathered the few belongings i had, my bra and panties where ruffled with the sheets and my clothes were probably somewhere....i had to get out fast...before he comes back and actually says what he meant to say in plain english. I found my purse on his couch, my clothes were at the entrance of his house, i quickly slapped on my clothes wearing my blouse inside out, i threw my bra and panties in my bag....and ran out that place as fast as i could.....

on getting home i showered, curled up in my bed and swore to myself....never again...never again...and i meant it, because if there was one thing i was sure of...i had too much royal blood flowing in my veins for anyone to make me feel like thrash...i was a princess, a queen and one night of bad decisions could never take that away....