Intoxic

By Porsha Deun

Titan has it all. Fame. Money. Family. Drugs. Women. Greed.

He's been in a poly relationship with Sasha and Jackie since the three of them were in high school. It's the only serious relationship he's ever had...except for the one he currently has with Willow, a married woman who has his child. Titan's top priority is to bring h

• Language: English
• Publisher: Porsha Deun
• Release date: Oct 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781737375340

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Chapter 1

Titan

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Get washed up and dressed.

I love this shit. The fast life. The club scene. The girls. The drugs. The money. The fame. I have never been higher as a music artist than I am now.

Titan, here, my best friend and drug dealer, Bash, says. Bash has been my guy since we thought cooties were a real thing. I take another swig from my bottle of Rosé Ace of Spades, then bend down and snort the line of cocaine Bash just laid out for me.

Is your name really Titan? asks the blond groupie who’s been rubbing her sweet ass on me all night.

Yeah, I say while wiping my nose clean.

Like the Greek gods?

Titans gave birth to the Greek gods.

The first of two good things my crack whore of a mother ever did for me was give me my name. The second was giving me to my grandmother to raise when I was a toddler. I haven’t seen her since, and I have no idea if she’s dead or alive. She probably wouldn’t recognize me if we ran into each other on the street. I wouldn’t recognize her either. She could be in this club right now, for all I know. Not in VIP where I am, unless she’s had a major come up.

I bet you fuck like a god, she says. She runs her hand over my graphic tee, down my chest and torso, feeling my slim but cut body.

Wanna find out? She nods her head, and I pour more Ace of Spades into her mouth right from the bottle. How rough do you like it? I ask.

How rough can you give it to me?

I expose her breasts. I’m happy to see her nipples are pierced, so I slap them hard to give her a small taste of what she’s in for. After finishing off the Ace of Spades, I grab her by her tight little ass and kiss her hard.

Let’s go.

The club doesn’t close for another hour, she says.

Let’s go.

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I stand at the end of the bed shirtless with a flogger in each hand, looking at the little snow bunny I took back to the hotel room with me. After doing more lines of powder, I cuff her into the spreader bar I keep in my standing hotel room at a chain hotel in downtown Atlanta, along with other toys. Snow Bunny is face down with her ass in the air, arms stretched under her, and blindfolded.

Yeah, yeah. I know you aren’t supposed to play when intoxicated, but where the fuck is the fun in that?

I swing down hard with my right arm, swatting her with a flogger.

Aaah, she screams from the sting on her ass.

I swing my left and follow almost immediately with my right again. In the next few moments, I find my rhythm, swinging the floggers crisscross, so they never touch each other, and she’s constantly getting hit.

Her moans fuel me, driving me to pick up speed and swing harder. I keep going until her porcelain ass turns a beautiful rose-pink color. Dropping the floggers, I kneel next to her on the bed and start massaging her ass. It soothes her. She purrs like a kitten from my touch.

You like that? I ask just before spanking her tender ass with my hand.

Snow Bunny jumps, and her breath catches. That’s just the reaction I wanted. Now I want her to squirm. I start spanking her with my hand until not only her hands become fists and her toes curl, but she fruitlessly tries to get away from me. She isn’t going anywhere tied up the way she is.

I stand up and take a condom out of my pocket, make quick work of removing my pants and boxer briefs, then put the condom on. Positioning myself behind her, I slowly enter her dripping wet slit.

Fuck, you are tight, I moan.

You are fucking huge, she replies. I pull all the way out and pause for a beat and then ram into her over and over again. She moans wildly. We’re fucking like animals.

You. Like. That. Slut? I ask between thrusts.

Yes. I smack her hard on the ass. Yes, Sir, she corrects herself.

Good slut. I continue to fuck the dog shit out of her. Her moans echo off the walls as I hold her in place and pound into her like she is someone I hate. She squirts all over me and down her legs several times before I finally cum. I fall onto the bed next to her, panting and sweating. She tries to move closer to me but fails. With one hand, I release her from the spreader bar one shackle at a time; then, I move away from her. Get washed up and dressed, I tell her.

I can’t spend the night and get room service? She asks with a begging and innocent tone. I don’t know why females think that works on men who only want them for sex.

No, I answer without even looking at her. I do not understand for the life of me why hoes today think they are supposed to get something for being hoes. That shit doesn’t fly with me.

When she comes out of the bathroom, I have on a plush cotton robe. So, Titan...do you want to party some more? She tries to look seductive but it’s obvious that she’s had more than enough of everything.  Snow Bunny can barely keep her balance.

No, I say as I make my way to the door to let her out. She lingers around the desk, trying to come up with a way to stay longer.

You never asked me for my name.

I don’t need it. I open the door to let her know that staying isn’t an option for her.

Asshole, she retorts as she clumsily storms past me.

Yup.

After closing the door behind her, I go into the bathroom to take a quick shower and put my clothes back on. It is almost club closing time, and I have to get home to my babies.

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Back home, I walk into my bedroom to find my two girlfriends already asleep. Sasha and Jackie are naked and curled up in each other’s arms. The light outside the pool house peeks between the blinds, illuminating their bodies. I could never get enough of seeing them like this. I take my clothes off and make my way to lay between them.

Make some room for Daddy, babies, I tell them in a soft tone.

They untangle from each other and move over slightly. I lay on my back, and they both instinctively lay on my chest. I wrap my arms around them and close my eyes. Sleep finds me fast.

Chapter 2

Titan

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You don’t have anything to worry about.

I wake up to the smell of breakfast floating upstairs to the bedroom. Besides myself, the bed is empty, but I can hear my girls and the kids downstairs in the kitchen. I put some gray sweatpants on and follow the voices.

Jackie is standing over the double oven gas range in a black t-shirt and booty shorts, making sausage, gravy, scrambled eggs, and buttering biscuits. They both like to cook, so I had the kitchen done with them in mind when I bought the house. Actually, they came up with the design for the kitchen together. I just paid for it. They did a good job, though. Enclosed, double-wide fridge, large island with a sink in the middle, soft gray upper cabinets with lower cabinets the color of red wine and gold finishes. Even the countertops have specs of gold in them. I should have put some flip-flops or socks on my feet before touching this marble tile floor because now my feet are cold. I swear this floor holds most of the cool air from the central air.

Sasha is putting food in front of our son, Zeus, and my daughter with Jackie, Demeter, who are sitting at the six-person table in the eat-in area. The kids are four years old and only a week apart. We raise them as if they are twins because they practically are.

See, a lot of guys like me in their early thirties are focused on having a main chick and a side chick. I, however, have two girlfriends plus some. I’ve been with Sasha and Jackie since we were in high school. They were already best friends, lovers and did everything together, so it was only natural for them both to be attracted to me. It took some convincing on my part at first, but they eventually agreed. It’s been the three of us ever since and the only relationship I’ve had, outside of my two side chicks, of course.

Instead of choosing one over the other, which would have been an impossible choice even then, I picked them both and kept them as equals. If one gets a new bag, the other gets a new bag. If one gets a new whip, they both get one. One says they want to have my baby, the other must have my baby, too. Though that was a conversation they had with each other, they approached me with it five years ago. The kids know them both as their mothers. Keeping Sasha and Jackie equal kills any chance of jealousy and makes things a lot easier at home. They are both my main chicks.

Daddy! both kids exclaim when they see me enter the kitchen.

Good morning, I say to them before kissing their foreheads. They are both eating cereal and a banana.

Good morning, Daddy. Sasha smiles. Her long, wavy, red weave compliments her glowing penny-colored skin perfectly. Sasha is always glowing. The green t-shirt she has on barely covers her voluptuous ass. A true Georgia peach. I give her a quick kiss and a love tap on her ass before making my way to my other queen.

Morning, Jackie says. I’ll have your plate ready in a minute, babe. She has honey-brown skin, a soft, curly, brown afro, green eyes, freckles, and like Sasha, a phat, voluptuous ass. I kiss her cheek and softly tap her ass before taking a seat at the table opposite the kids.

You two ready for school today? I ask the kids. About a month ago, they started attending a Pre-K program at an expensive private school.

There’s no school today, Zeus says.

No school today? I reply in a fake puzzled tone.

It’s Saturday, Demeter squeals.

It’s Saturday already?

Yeah, they both say.

Oh, wow. I must have my days all mixed up, I joke.

You are silly, Daddy, my daughter laughs.

Yes, your daddy is silly, Jackie says as she places my plate in front of me. Damn, I love this woman’s cooking. Jackie is my soul food cooker, and because her family is from NOLA (she’s the first generation of her family to be born and raised in Atlanta), she can make a mean beignet. Her shrimp and grits are better than what you can get in any restaurant around here. Sasha is my Mexican food guru. Her enchiladas are top-notch.

So, what’s the plan for today? I ask my girls before putting a fork full of food in my mouth.

We are each taking them to see our folks for lunch, back here for dinner, and then they’ll go over to Nana’s house for the night, Sasha says. Nana is my grandmother. The girls have taken to calling her that too.

And church with Nana tomorrow, Demeter adds.

Yes, you and your brother get to go to church with Nana, Sasha says.

The kids love going to church with my grandmother. I never got into the church thing, even though Nana dragged me there with her every Sunday when I was young. Thinking about those clip-on bow ties now makes me cringe.

Like me, Jackie was raised by her grandmother. Sasha was raised by her mother and grandmother. Other than Jackie, none of us had a father in our lives, and Jackie’s dad went to prison when she was a kid. Even before then, he wasn’t exactly father of any year, according to her, but they were once close.

Even after all these years, neither of their grandmothers accept our triad relationship. As a result, neither one of their families accepts the other’s child as their family. So, they go separately to see their people. Sasha’s mother, Crystal, is more accepting, but she isn’t exactly a willing grandmother. She doesn’t go out of her way to see the kids. I don’t think my kids have ever spent the night at her house. I wouldn’t want her to keep them anyway.

I am not allowed at either of the grandmothers’ houses, not that I want to be around my girls’ judgmental family members anyway. They don’t talk about it much anymore, but I know it’s still hard on Sasha and Jackie. Thankfully, my nana is much more accepting. She treats both of my girls and kids like family. She doesn’t understand why we would want a relationship like this. Even though she goes to church more than her pastor, she doesn’t judge our lifestyle.

What’s for dinner tonight? I ask as Jackie sits down next to Sasha with her own plate.

Pizza, Zeus shouts.

And mac ‘n cheese with chicken nuggets, Demeter says.

Yeah, Zeus adds.

We will see, Sasha says to them. How’s your morning looking? she asks me.

This morning is family time.

Can we watch movies until we go? Zeus asks.

You want to watch movies too, baby girl? I ask Demeter. She nods her head while drinking chocolate milk. Movie watching it is but finish breakfast and brush your teeth first.

How was the club last night? Jackie asks.

It was cool. I performed a couple of songs and then chilled in VIP. Nothing too crazy. They don’t need to know that I wasn’t at the club all night.

Was Bash at the club with you? Sasha asks.

I sit there and look back and forth between the two of them. Neither of them cares for my childhood best friend, but they don’t mind smoking his weed now and then.

What does Bash have to do with anything? I ask.

"We know how