Boy Please! By A. Dakala

February 2, 2019; 6 o’clock.

Me and my BFF’s; Shari, Renee and Bonita decided to go to the cabins in the Georgia mountains this weekend, since we didn’t have anything else to do and we all were single now. We all have boy toys to go to in a time of a sexual needs; but nothing serious because any of them were worth settling down with. So as sisters in the name of love; we all decided to break up with all their asses, on the same day at the same damn time.

It’s seems that as the older we got; the harder it was to find a good loving man without having to lose who we were or having to give up our bodies to sex lusters with no goals.

Both men and women at some point in their lives come with so much baggage these days; it’s either baby mama or daddy drama, in between jobs, momma boys or daddy girls, criminal records, no jobs, hustling drugs; hell I could go on and on.

The ones that don’t have extra baggage are unattractive in their own way or no where near qualified to be seen out in public without wanting to attempt to display public affection. I refuse to belittle my qualifications for a steak or seafood dinner date. Why does life have to be so difficult and complicated or is it just me?

So we arrived at the cabins, ready to open up bottles of wine, have a few days of girl talk and see what single men are available for us single women. There was only one issue. It was National LGBT weekend.

A Love Story by A. Dakala

She said take off her panties but keep the candles lit

I said no regular condoms only magnums fit,

She wouldn’t let me pull them down past her hips or her thighs

I figure she was just teasing me with them fake hazel eyes,

Starting kissing her neck until I kissed her titts

Playing “turn off the lights” TP’s greatest hits,

The wine started kicking in our kisses got deeper

Legs spread one on my shoulder I could feel it getting weaker,

Pressed her feet against my chest started sucking on her toes

Studdering my name out loud calling me her Boaz,

I could picture us in bed before we got in the bed

I could picture getting head after I gave her some head,

The scene was all set the picture was painted perfect

Pulse racing feeling nervous I hope this was all worth it,

She said “Before we start I got a secret to share

Before I was conceived my mom had a pregnancy scare,

Growing up with a single parent when my father wasn’t there

No man raising a man only make up and heels,

I guess what I’m saying so you know when I’m Cumming

I was really born Tim now a transgender woman.

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