He finally asked for my number just like that, OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE! The guy I've had a crush on for how long. 

Imaani Cyrus has always been more reserved always on her phone unless she's at work. She barely has friends cus she's had to move most of her life not used to staying in one place till the became an adult moved to New York City and got a job and her own place.
Imaani's life has always had its ups and downs or as she likes to call it Alot of excess bullshit.
One text can really change alot of things for good or Bad. In Imaani's case WHO KNOWS?!.

Can I Have Your Number

"YOU LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD on your knees for me," I said while I stood behind her, with my hands under her chin tilting her head to look at me. 


Her eyes glaze over with lust from the praise, and she watches me unbuckle my trousers, now standing in front of her. 


I got back from work after having a very terrible day. The son of a bitch that shot me managed to escape me, but not for long. I had various sick ideas of the things I plan to do to him and everyone involved in my injury. 


I could feel the anger radiating off of me while I drove home. I tried working out for the first time to see if it will help with my current situation. 


As I step out of the gym and make my way to the kitchen for a drink that's when I noticed the envelope laying on my island, I smirk. 


I take my trousers off completely, with my cock out directly in front of her face 


"You're gonna be a good girl and suck my cock" 


Anger and Sex