D'Kwon's Corner

Drip. Drip. Drip. "What the hell is going on?" I questioned. My body felt heavy and numb as I tried to move. My head resonated like someone was banging it as if it was a drum. I searched around to see nothing but darkness. Piss was strong as it fouled that air and invaded my nostrils. The odor burned my nose as I inhaled. It masked my nose in a blanket of musk and disgust. My eyes watered at the sure scent of it, I knew I had to get out of here, but how was I am going to get out. Most importantly, where in the hell I'm I? I laid there.  My stomach twisted with every breath. I attempted to sit up to remember the last thing that I could remember. My head spun and blurred as I tried to get up. I knew I was drunk for sure but what else. I surveyed around to discover that I laid on a mattress. I observed to my surrounding as I heard cars zoom in the background. "Was I downtown?" I questioned myself as I sat up off the floor. "Ok? Seems like I'm ...

I ask you? I could have my life just spiral down and collapse within just this short time. The deeper I searched for an answer the more questions surface. Am I questioning God with his infinite wisdom? Damn right!!! Michael thought to himself. He placed his head within in hands and pray to God that this nightmare would end. He begged and pleaded yet he knew his prayer was going higher than the bathroom floor. The cool white ceramic tile seemed to be the only thing hearing the distant chants from Michael’s mouth. Warm tears cascaded down his face like waterfalls, as the pain never subsided. Michael reached into this pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and unwrinkled the paper. He glanced at the paper as the words burned into this soul. The words on the paper engraved them into the fiber of his being as he read over it once. He sobbed as he arrived at the end of the letter and knew that his life as he knew had changed not for the better. “Why God?!! Why did this h...

“Isn’t fun…how I get what I always wanted” A voice echoed as Michael slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids parted as his vision blurred. His head rang with loud echoes in the deep edges of his mind as he attempted to try to remember what happened. The scent of Burberry mingled with strong rum and gin filled his nose as he gradually vision. He rubbed as his eyes to find that he was in the bed and looked around the room. He raised his eyebrows, as he didn’t know where he was. He rubbed across the bed and felt the sheet across his body. He knew he was nude underneath and looked over to someone on the other side of him. He searched around him to find his clothes. He discovered this jeans and shoes were by the long wooden door and the rest of his clothes led up to the bed.  “How in the world I got here?” Michael questioned as he scratched to try to figure out how come to be where he is. “The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar” his head pound as he tried to remember any fur...

Tristan swung his car door open as he abruptly stopped his car in front of the house. He raced up to the front door, his blood boiled, and his body reached new height as every second past. Tears slowly begun to moisten his fierce eyes. There was nothing anyone could tell him to stop what we going to happen next. His right fist tightened as we reached to ring the door. Tristan rang the door, his muscle tensed up preparing for the first strike, and gradually the door open.  “Bitch you thought I won’t find out” He slammed Andre to the floor.  “What you…” Andre questioned but Tristan punched again in the jaw. “He was my fuckin’ boyfriend you asshole” Tristan sobbed as tears flowed from his eyes.  Tristan fell to the floor as his body was weak. Andre nursed his face and tears flowed down his face. Tristan sobbed harder as the image of Andre and Michael flowed through his mind like a busted dam. Tristan got off the floor and kicked Andre in his ribs.  ...

Tristan reddened as Greg display photos of Michael and Andre together. Tristan attempted to contain his rage as he balled his fist with tears forming in his eyes. Greg smirked. Greg flashed every photo in Tristan's face. "Enough! I can't take any more of this shit" Tristan stormed up. Greg reclined on the couch as Tristan paced. Tristan raced across his living room floor and hold his hand over his mouth. His hands trembled. Tristan felt his heart cracking piece by piece as he thought. Greg smirked as he watched Tristan go through agony. Tristan fidgeted his hands, tried to coax himself, and failed as the pain built up. He walked toward to his cigar and grabbed his pack with his trembling hands. "Don't he fucking know I love him…" He panted as he lit his blunt. Tristan sucked in his blunts, exhaled a cloud of kush, and his body stopped shaking. Greg sat up on the couch and smiled. "Are you ok nigga?" Greg questioned. "I am good, this just s...

The silky sheets wrapped around Andre as the room burned of a fragrance of sex & sweat. Andre felt the cool sweat dripping down his body as Michael told him to arched his back some more. Michael slammed Andre's walls in as Andre moaned. Andre tightened his grip on the bed. "Take this shit nigga" Michael commanded. "Hell yea I like that" Andre mumbled out of Michael banged his brains. "You love Daddy dick" Michael wrapped his hands around Andre's neck. "Aww…shit! Hell yea I love this dick baby" Andre screamed out as he felt Michael's hands coiled around his neck. Andre's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Michael hit his spot and Michael kiss his soft lips. Michael took his hands off Andre's neck and placed them on Andre's hips. He pushed deeper into Andre make to sure now to stop until he knew Andre would lose control. "Oh shit! Ahhhh!" Andre screamed as he nutted on his sheets. "Hell yea baby...