I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Day 5... The Date

I wake up in complete disarray, not familiar with my surroundings, and on top of a sleeping man. Where am I? I'm all perplexed; then it dawns on me that I'm still at Justin's.

He's breathing heavenly under me while I'm still cloaked in his arms. Astonished that I stayed the night at his place, which by the way I never do with any man, makes me rise promptly, automatically waking him up.

His eyes try to adjust to the morning sunlight beaming in, then they focus in on me, and he smiles, quickly pulling me back on top of him "where do you think you're going, tryna run again?" his raspy morning voice hums in my ear. He laughs, and I smack his chest playfully, which makes him laugh harder.

"Noooo... okay, maybe," I stutter with a slight grin.

"Uh-huh... would you like some breakfast?" he says, still holding onto me, making sure I don't leave.

"Breakfast?" I inquire.

"Yes, breakfast," he says, staring at me with those beautiful eyes that I can't say no to.

SMDH!

"Or better yet ...I can have you for breakfast," he tantalizes, cradling my pussy with his massive hand, and I shriek from his unexpected manhandling.

Gently grabbing my face, bringing his smooth pink lips to my ear, he whispers, "I prefer you anyways," nibbling at my ear.

My hair unwaveringly sprouts across my skin, and I whimper from his mild seduction and impact, making me crave more.

He keeps me engulfed in his hands, layering my skin with petal-like kisses. It feels like the strength I had left is being drained from me and substituted with vulnerability and dizziness with every form of contact from him.

I'm trying to regain my strength from his sexy ass, but it's impossible.

Omg! He turns me on in every possible way, and I can't escape it.

As his tan skin brushes against my mocha skin, I snap back into reality and ask myself: What the hell are you doing?

He makes me feel so comfortable that I forget how distinct we are from one another. I need to get out of here and far away from him. I'm getting way too comfortable, plus I have a list of things I need to do before my date with Montí tonight; at this point, I rather deal with Montí's Fuck-nigga shit than fall in love with this white man.

But I recall, I don't have my car.

Way to fucking go, Shay, now what?!

I'm usually more intelligent than this. My mom taught me growing up, always drive your own car everywhere you go, just in case something happens and you need to escape.

Thanks for the keen advice, mom, but I fell short of your advice last night, and now I'm stuck at this man's house. You ought to be so proud of me.

Damn, Shay, who are you?

Well, looks like I will not be escaping any time soon. Maybe I should go ahead and take him up on breakfast, I am kind of hungry, plus I still have time until my date.

I take a glance at my phone, and it's 9:45 am. I still have enough time to hang out and have breakfast, then he can take me to my car. Plan? Plan!

"Yes, I would love breakfast," I finally respond, laying on his chest while looking up at him.

"Breakfast it is" he squeezes my ass then lifts me up off of him.

"But first a shower" reaching down toward me, he pulls me up from the couch, then tosses me over his shoulder.

"Justin," I screech in my husky morning voice, but then I can't help the laughter that burst from my mouth. He joins me in laughing, vibrating my whole body as he chuckles while carrying me up the metal spiral staircase, which is eccentrically dangling from the ceiling leading upstairs.