Mr. Random

      He was anything but nice. In fact if I had to compare him to anyone he was like John Mayer to Taylor Swift. He was an asshole. Rude for no reason sometimes but gorgeous and never lied to me. He didn't belong to me when I met him in college, and I didn't care. I had just been cheated on by my boyfriend during the summer and I was anything but alright with men. Then he came in my life. 5'10, light brown skin, perfect teeth, and covered in tattoos. He always had his hair braided or dreads. He lived with his girlfriend. The night I would like to describe, was the night he walked up six flights of stairs to see me. I already knew what he wanted. Sex. He was so predictable and we argued everyday about silly  things.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Yet, once he said he loved me something immediately changed. I can remember calling him every name in the book that night. He kept calling me so I ago out of my sleep in my green t-shirt and shorts. "What's wrong," I said irritated as hell. He started walking towards me and I immediately pushed him away. Then he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me neck up and down like he was trying to devour me, as if he was eating chocolate.  "I hate you, know that," I said while moaning. His hands always grabbed at me everywhere. Somehow we made it to the staircase and it was on like two frustrated horny rabbits.  It was after 4am til he left me.  Though he was not good for me at all. He was a great distraction from my world. I was his mistress for 2 years off and on but I never regretted anything. xoxo Ms. English