Watchme

I remember the 1st time I saw him, I was walking in the mall with my two best friends Shantell and Jamieka. I was wearing pink blouse and a pair of Capri pants; my girls were as hoochie as ever both wearing mini skirts so shorts their mother would whoop them with a switch if she saw them. Jamieka was wearing a gold halter that gave anyone a full view of her DD’s and Shantell wore a backless halter that accented her booty. I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked. I knew he was watching so I turned my walk into a stroll as I continued my conversation with glee. My friends and I sat down to get a bite to eat, that was when he approached me and introduced himself as Eric and asked if I had a man. He had a radiant smile and the body of a Greek God, he was about 6 foot even, caramel complexion complemented by the most amazing hazel eyes. I quickly replied that I did indeed have a man and that my name was Dalila. He then told me you have a beautiful name and body, and he offered that my name meant “gentle”. He appeared a bit disappointed but not defeated, he slid me a card with his name, phone number and email address on it. He politely said goodbye and turned to walk away, but not before saying “I hope to hear from you again.”

It had to be about 2-3 weeks later, and I was at home alone my boyfriend of 2 years Jon, and at the time. He was away on a trip to Black Bike Week in Myrtle Beach. I was bored out of my mind, so I called my girl, Shantell to see what she was up to but she didn’t pick up. Jamieka was away for the weekend with her boyfriend, and I really didn’t have any other friends to speak of .I then turned on my laptop and decide to explore the World Wide Web. After about 30 minutes of this I discovered that the World Wide Web wasn’t very entertaining at all but I could order a pair of Prada shoes I had my eyes on for about month for only $200, this was a bargain because in the mall they were damn near $500. I went to my purse to grab my credit card, when I notice the card from Eric. I flipped the card between my fingers contemplating my next move. I finished my purchase, and then decided what the hell; it wouldn’t hurt to email him would it?

I typed Thickdickeric@aol.com, I chuckled as I typed it in thinking to my self was it really possible. I have heard many guys make the claim but couldn’t hold up to the hype. I typed

“What’s up how are you doing, I met you at the mall, my name is Dalila, hit me back when you can. I’m curious to know if you really do have a thick dick” I hit the send button and my attempt at flirtation made its journey through cyberspace.

I then sat and waited for a response, I waited for about 20 minutes and nothing came, just as I was about to shut down and grab something to eat and a movie out of the massive DVD collection, I heard the infamous word “ You got mail”.

“Hello gentle one, I remember you. Yes as advertised, my dick is thick and long. I can show you whenever you’re ready.”

I sent him an instant message, and responded “I am ready

Thickdickeric: Ok check your email

Dalila: 4 what

Thickdickeric: cause you said you were ready

Dalila: HU

I checked my email he had sent me a picture of the most luscious dick I have ever seen. It was thick, the head was smooth, and the shaft was rugged and had vein pulsating through it. The size was nice too about 8 inches. Dalila felt herself getting moist just staring at the image.