Pyramids, visit the Valley of the Kings, and go to the museums. I hope I’ll be able to experience all that Egypt has to offer, including some African dick, I think, getting back in bed and finally falling to sleep.
When I awaken at six a.m., I quickly jump in the shower, then rush around the house trying to get dressed. And now it’s nine-fifteen, and I am on my way to my OB-GYN appointment. My stomach is in knots. And I feel the beginnings of a headache emerging. Ho, I know you ain’t getting cold feet. As much as you like to fuck, you don’t need to be thinking about being bogged down with no crying-ass baby. “Hell, no,” I snap, veering off the Garden State Parkway ramp towards South Orange Avenue. “I’m almost eight weeks. The sooner I get this over with, the better off I’ll be. I’ll be able to get on with my life.”
Bitch, please. You shouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Your ho-ass is supposed to always be on point.
“Mistakes happen,” I rationalize.
Yeah, ho, and mistakes kill. Next time, before you let your hot ass get caught up in the moment, make sure you strap the nigga up or you’re gonna end up with something you can’t scrape outta ya ass. A reckless ho is a dangerous ho.
I make a right turn onto Old Short Hills Road, then follow the road until I reach my doctor’s office. I find a parking space, then go toward the posh brick and glass building.
When I enter my doctor’s office, I give the receptionist my name, then take a seat and wait to be called. While I am waiting to see the doctor, I pick up a few brochures off the wooden coffee table and read some information about STD’s, and HIV.
OhmyGod, the statistics are really scary. Every time I read that AIDS is now the leading cause of death for African-American women between the ages of 25 and 34, I get sick to my stomach. And when I read that out of the 166 estimated numbers of babies born with HIV each year, 104 of them are African-American; then to read that non Hispanic blacks between the ages of 19 and 24 were 20 times more likely to be infected than any other racial group, really had my stomach in knots.
Yeah, ho, just like I said, mistakes kill. Sex is glorified and glamorized by the media, in music and books. And your ho-ass don’t make it any better. Morning cum, afternoon cum, evening cum, you need it. Want it. Love it. And you know you could use a hot dose of dick cream down your cum-loving throat to get your day started. All you think about is sex, sex, sex. And no matter how responsible or safe you’ve tried to be, look at your dumb ass now. Knocked up.
Oh, please. There’s nothing wrong with loving, or enjoying, sex. There’s nothing wrong with being uninhibited. The key is (and will always be) to be totally responsible for your choices. And to be completely honest with yourself and your partners about what your needs are. You are always going to need, want and crave sex. I’m sorry, boo, but you love dick!
I sigh. A full-fledge headache is pounding in the center of my forehead as I try to fight off the voices in my head. I pick up another pamphlet. This one provides information on the different stages of an abortion: Manual Aspiration, four or five weeks from last menstrual; Vacuum aspiration, seven to fifteen weeks from last menstrual; Dilation and Evacuation, fifteen to twenty-four weeks from last menstrual. As I continue reading the procedural process of each type, it is clear to me the longer you wait, the more complicated the method. Oh my God, I think, who in the world would deliberately have an abortion at six months of pregnancy? I don’t think I could do it. I take a deep sigh, thankful I am still in the early stages of pregnancy.
So what you gonna do, kill an innocent child now because your ho-ass done fucked up? That’s a life growing inside of you. How can you be so fucking selfish?
Ho, please. Selfish my ass. You doin’ the right thing. Your ass ain’t ready to be no damn mother. You too busy chasing dick to be tied down to a child you don’t want. Hell, you the type of bitch who would probably get all depressed ’n shit, then try to kill the little fucker in its sleep. So, fuck all that dumb shit; get the little crumb- snatching bastard scraped out, sucked out, or whatever! And keep it movin’.
Nonsense, you can still get your fuck on, and be the ho-freak you are and still be a decent mother. You’d just have to be able to balance the two. And be very careful who you let in and out of your house, and bed. You’d have to cut back on fucking a bunch of stray niggas. Find one or two steady dicks and stick with fucking them, instead of being so damn greedy.
Please, ho, you know you’d be bored with the same ole dicks; get real. I bet you if a man pulled out his dick right now, you’d drop down and take the head of his cock in your throat while your tongue lapped every inch of his shaft, slipping a finger or two into his ass, working his hole and sucking his dick until he couldn’t take it any longer, until his body shook and he exploded a thick nut over your tongue, down your throat, over your lips and onto your chin. Then you’d continue to suck and lick him until you got every drop of his sweet, sticky dick milk. ’Cause that’s exactly what a messy, cock-sucking ho like you does.
Oh, give me a fucking break. That’s still not a reason to have an abortion.
“I’m going through with it,” I whisper, looking up at the ceiling. “The last thing I want to be is some man’s baby momma.” I close my eyes, pulling in a deep, exasperated breath.
That’s right; good answer. You won’t be able to use your pussy for a while, but come tomorrow, you’ll be back sucking dick and taking it in the ass like the greedy, dick-loving ho you are.
OhmyGod, you selfish bitch! And you don’t think Garrett should have a say in all of this? He is the child’s father. He has a right to know.
Please, you stupid ho, only if you are keeping it. Other than that, you don’t have to tell him shit. It’s your body. You don’t want him or that little thing growing inside of you, anyway, so let it go.
All this back and forth dialogue is starting to make my head spin. “I don’t need this shit right now, so will you please shut the fuck up!” I scream in my head. “I’m getting rid of it and that’s all there is to it.”
“Bianca Rivers,” the nurse calls out. I let out a bittersweet sigh of relief, standing up. She smiles. “Right this way. Doctor Krishna is ready for you.”
My pussy aches for some of that fat, black dick,” I bluntly state into the phone, lying across my bed with my hand between my legs, lightly brushing my fingers across my clit. It’s been two weeks since my last dose of dick, and a ho is more than ready to get fucked down.
“Damn, baby. You making my dick hard.”
“Come fuck me, Majestic.”
“When?”
I glance at the clock. 7:49 p.m.
“Nooooooow,” I purr into his ear. “Mmmm…I need your dick deep inside me, now, big daddy!”
“Damn, baby. You want me to come make love to you?”
I frown. “What?!” I snap. “Make love? No, nigga, I said I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy ’til it is raw and torn inside out.”
“Awww, shit. That’s what I’m talking ’bout. I’ll be over in a minute to beat that shit up.”
“Good,” I say delighted, disconnecting the call.
I scroll through my address book, then press the call button. “Yo, speak,” the voice says.
“Hello, Nelson,” I say.
“Who’s this?”
“It’s Janaye, big daddy.”
“Oh, damn. What’s good, baby?”
“You, and that sweet black dick,” I state. “You feel like getting it wet tonight?”
“Hell yeah,” he says excitedly. “When?”
“Tonight, around eleven-thirty.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Perfect,” I say, disconnecting the call.
