A Bite Of the Forbidden Fruit (Part II)

I awaken to the sounds of Donell Jones playing on my Pandora. Getting out of bed, I put on the nearest pair shorts and staggered to the bathroom. Shit, my lower limbs still ache from the leg workouts from the other day. There was a queasy feeling in my stomach as I tried to brush my teeth without gagging. I began questioning myself, “What the hell did I do last night?” Everything was a blur, a complete foggy daze, this was a clear telling of too much of that brown creature, Hennessey.

I had never typically been into parties, but over the course of the past few years after turning the big twenty-one the nightlife started to become more frequent for me. Drinking with no remorse for the following day, random hook ups, I lived in the present of living life and let future me deal with the repercussion. My college years were pleasurable as hell. Of course, I had my ups and downs in the dating department. One thing I did discover about myself is the fondness of pleasing a woman mentally as well as physically. You see most men are unaware how very relevant it is to “Mentally fuck” a woman. I admit at first I was like most other college brotha’s, I wasn’t out here about catching any feelings, I was just trying to get that pussy at any cost.

I thought this what it meant to be living, yet in reality; It wasn’t until I met this one Sexy Ass Beauty to educate me on what it really means to fall for a real woman. In no time at all, I left those childish ways behind after meeting the love of my life, Nevaeh.