Oh Well...

I'm an attractive guy and I'm not just saying that to puff myself up. Whenever I'm out and about the ladies do take notice. I typically go for a certain type, light skin to medium brown tone with long wavy hair. But when I first saw Chelsea five years ago, my jaw dropped.

This woman was insanely beautiful. Her java skin tone and velvety smooth skin drew me in, and when I stepped to her and said, "You pretty for a dark skin girl."

She looked me up and down and said, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

I had to laugh and reply, "My bad. You're right. You're gorgeous. Period."

After that, we started kicking it pretty heavily. She was still in cosmetology school becoming a licensed esthetician and makeup artist. And I was doing my thing working at the cellphone company not far from where we now live.

Honey was a virgin. I taught her everything she knows. I love me some Chelsea but sometimes she just doesn't get it. Before I met her, I was always dated, multiple women. Most girls were cool with it but she put her foot down and said if I wanted to stay with her we had to be exclusive.

Exclusive. Exclusive. Sex with just one woman, yo that shit was crazy. I did it for like three months while I was teaching her the ropes. She got good fast but I still had that taste for my light skin sistas. She caught me a few...okay a bunch of times but shit I always wore condoms when I was with those other women.

I do admit, when I started bringing the chicks to our apartment is where I fucked up. But I knew how to make her forgive me.

After I finished eating, I played my video game for about an hour. I heard the shower running. I went to the bedroom got undressed and went inside there. I put my hand on her chin lifted her face and kissed her mouth nastily.

She tried to act like she was still mad but once lifted her leg and dove into her center she was humming. Chelsea had some good pussy too. Once I started stroking it nice and slow and hit that spot just right, she'd wet my dick all up with her nectar.

This was the remedy. I'd act up, she'd catch me, I fuck her real good, I'd behave for a few months and we'd start all over again. It was our thing. And this time would be no different. I had her singing in a falsetto clawing up my back. I shot inside of her but I wasn't done. I knew I was going to have to put her to sleep.

As soon as she dried off and went into the bedroom to change, I picked her light ass up and tossed her on the bed. I spread her legs and licked up and down her center until she cried. My dick was rock hard again. I pushed it inside and went to work.

I lifted her off the bed and bounced her on my shaft. She had some big breasts which I loved to suck. I felt her pussy leaking all over my balls. I knew she'd be cool by morning. Once I wore that ass out, we went to sleep.

When I woke up to get ready for work, I made sure I gave her the dick one more time to help her remember why she wasn't leaving. I spooned her and worked her pussy from behind. When he started playing with her clitoris and pushing back on my dick...I knew it was a wrap.

My sweet beautiful Chelsea had forgiven me. She talked that shit about fucking other dudes. I knew she wasn't about that life. It took me six months to get in her pants.

I went to work and did my thing. I got off around 4:30 pm. On Fridays, bae liked to eat Thai food and sit on the couch and watch movies. I stopped at her favorite spot and got her chicken and pineapple fried rice. I headed home.

I was at home for almost an hour waiting for her to get home from doing faces. I checked my phone. I didn't have any text messages from her and that wasn't like Chelsea. She would text me a couple of times throughout the day even if it was just something inspirational or a funny meme.

I called her phone and it went straight to voicemail. I thought maybe her phone needed to be charged. I had a friend call her and she didn't even answer them. I shook my head and went to the bedroom. I checked the closet, all her stuff was gone.

I laughed, "Ha, ha Chelsea, you trying to prank me? You put your stuff in the guest bedroom to see how I'd react if I thought you were leaving?" I went to the guest room but her stuff wasn't there.

I checked her social media accounts. She had deleted all her pages. Yo, her Instagram had over 60K followers. I went to our bathroom and found a letter taped on the mirror with an envelope. I opened it and read it:

Letter:

Dear Ashton,

I'll make this short and sweet. I love you. However, I love myself more. I refuse to keep letting you do me like you have been when I have been nothing but good to you. I'm going off the grid for a while. Don't try to contact me. None of my friends know about what transpired. I'm giving you this opportunity to see if you truly want to live without me.

I left you some money to help cover the cost of my half of the bills since I'm leaving on such short notice. It wasn't all bad.

Take Care,

Chelsea

I couldn't believe it. I crumpled the letter. "Giving me time to see if I can live without you, girl bye. I was good before I met you. I'll be fine if you go."

I went to my living room, "Oh well," I said to myself. I picked up my game controller. "I wasn't ready to be with just one woman. Maybe it was for the best.