Trapper Chronicles

This blog is about to get spicy, so i'll need you hoes to pay close attention because I'm about to put all my bitches up on game! First things first, don't be offended by the word HOE, you're about to see that I use this term loosely to describe a set of behaviors, not always concerning promiscuity. In fact, as much hoe-activity I participate in, I rarely ever give this good shit out to niggas and definitely not to trick niggas! Why? Because I learned from being in this game that once you give that pussy up to a trick,  a power shift happens and you NEVER want a trick to have the power in a situation. Let me elaborate.... In my personal experience dealing with tricks, niggas at the club and niggas with money in general, I peeped that when you hold off on the cookie, a nigga will try to bribe you with any & everything! I had a trick nigga paying my phone bill and giving me money for years, and that man can't even tell you what my pussy looks like! I alway...

Things are back to normal in my house for the most part. Ace was sporting his battle wound proudly with a bandage draped across his cheek. He took great care of it in the mirror every day, trying his best to apply creams to minor the scarring. I could hear him mumbling threats under his breath each time he saw his reflection gazing back at him. He could not stand looking at that band-aid but that was better than the nasty scar that trickled down the side of his caramel skin, like cracks in the pavement. Even though I knew he was mad at the situation, he never once blamed me for it. He understood my position and his own faults that contributed to the circumstance. In better words, If he was on his shit and not fucking around in them streets it wouldn't have been room for the next nigga to take his spot. He was just grateful to be back! Oh, and the sex, he can't get enough of me. Every day, in the mornings he would wake up before the sun, sneak under the covers and eat me ...