Something that i've got to get out of my chest.
I've been hanging out with this chick.
We've gone out on several dates (met up out and about a couple other times).
Our real initial first date came last Thursday. We met up for drinks, had a really good time.
She was like, "Howie D, you busy this weekend? Let's get together on Saturday!"
In my head, i'm thinking, "Shiit, my girl wanted to take me out for my bday this Sat, maybe i can see this side piece afterwards?!"
Long story short, we eventually hooked up (she was actually with another couple, so when we rendezvous'd at the bar, the pair came along, which was cool because they are the reason i met this chick).
We go out for a couple drinks and then the couple she car pooled with suggested that I give shawty a ride home.
At first, I wasn't thinking much of it, but she goes, "Well, whatever we do, I gotta be up tomorrow at 8:30 and pick up my kids because church is at 9;30.
So now i know what you're thinking, You've got a girlfriend, and you're messing around with a woman who has kids (3 at that).
But this new gal is smart, funny, really great shape after 3 children (she's aboot 32)... and has been divorced for a couple years now (she tells me about the horrors of dating online and the apps and shiit... she thinks its horrible and finds it a very undesirable way to find companionship).
We head back to her crib and i'm seeing pics of her and her kids (none of the daddy around. She really resented him and said he was never really in the picture).
Not too long later, we're petting heavy and she's in nothing but her tube socks, panties and a tang top (and she just got back from AZ so her skin was really supple and tanned - she's mixed btw : black and white. Her children look 100 percent nubian... beautiful looking kids I might add).
So why am I telling this story?
I may be a little bit of a headcase myself. I find myself gravitating towards, not just women with children... but moreso the idea of women with motherly/nurturing qualities (and you can't really have that without kids). Because I was so close to my own mother (whom passed away a couple years back)... i feel like... this is my way of having a maternal figure in my life now that it's gone from me.
Milfs have always been my thing... but now i think it's a deeply rooted psychological absence that I subconsciously seek.
Any who... we have a lot in common: she likes R&B, great with words (that linguistic dexterity is a plus in love interests to me), has a massive tennis shoe collection with boxes every where, enjoys Vegas, loves to chill... and doens't overly talk about her children in fear of scaring me away. LOL.
The thing is... she compliments the hell out of me. Never seen a woman adore and revere me so much (and this is BEFORE we had sex btw).
But i definitely blew her back out Saturday night. She was counting sheep after a good half hour of rompage. It was great. That snap back was premium (three kids, my jigs?!?! Damn... terrific).
You know that one move where your victim is lying flat on her stomach/face and you've got your left arm around her breasts, your right hand around her neck semi-gently choking her while your mean stroking her from the back?!
Her snatch was so moist... it gave Duncan Hines a run for its mullah. Sweet haysoose.
She wants to go eat at some cool places, take a walk in her air maxes and sing Bruno Mars and stuff.
I like that. I'm a basic guy.
... and I miss my momma.
So she'll have to do for the mean time.
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shyt regarding couples?
nikkas' IG posts are literally expensive ass food with the #eatlikeaking hashtag and shyt
nikka finessing.
