Thug In My Closet

By La Tonya Morris

I was a good girl back in the day. I kept my grades up and studied hard. Every Sunday, I attended church. My parents real proud. I planned on getting married to a good man that they'd love too.
But that was years ago. My life went nothing like I planned.
I never got married, my son's in prison, my parents hate me, and stripping is the only job I've ever known.
How did all this happen?
His name was Malik, and he was fine as hell.  

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Confession
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393941187

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The Thug In My Closet

A Black Vegas Romance

LA TONYA MORRIS

MIDNIGHT CONFESSION

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Just so there’s no misunderstanding on what you’re reading.

Acknowledgments

The Thug In My Closet

Nothing but young love

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Excerpt

Just so there’s no misunderstanding on what you’re reading.

C ’mon, B, he said. Ain’t nobody gotta know.

I don't remember if those were the right words or if I was just tired of wrestling with him, or maybe I really wanted to do it. It was such a long time ago.

I opened for him, and he started fumbling around down there.

Easy, I said. Lower. No, up. Up. Up. Fuck.

Awww man. When somebody else touches you, it's a whole different thing than when you touch yourself. Maybe the pastor told us to stop touching ourselves because it was so much better with a partner.

Malik had me going crazy in that bed. I was trying to hold still and be quiet, but it was hard.

I wanted my first time to be special. I was thinking of Will Smith on my wedding night. He’s tall and lean and smelling too good. He crawls between my legs. He’s gentle. He talks to me, tells me how much he loves me. I’m crying as much from his words as I do from how good it feels.

My first time wasn't like that. It wasn't sweet. It was more like a couple of dogs rutting in an alley.

He didn't look into my eyes or kiss my neck gently.

Malik pushed himself into me from behind. I could feel myself tearing down there. I wanted to cry. Instead, I started coughing.

I had no idea if he was halfway or just starting when he put his hand over my mouth.

Malik said, That's what you get for teasing me.

I had no idea how I was the one teasing in my grandma's housecoat and rollers in my hair. How was I teasing when he pulls his penis out?

At that point, I had no idea why people made love. It hurt so much I wondered if he had it in