Dollia💘

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Today I seen Pea again. She came into town again, head down nicely greeting the Chows as always. This time she said she was making fried fish, rice, and biscuits for her congregation. I know one thing I’m so fucking tired watching you come in the store every week buying shit in this hot ass sun. What type of man the Reverend is that he can’t pick up his own shit for once?

I think he’s what I hear Slim call a “False Prophet.” He sat in his chair watching. Staring and judging with that smug ass look. I’ve dealt with plenty of cats like his. Wolves in sheep clothing. At least I let you know I’m coming. Niggas like the “good” ole Rev you gotta watch. Just the one time I’ve been in there I can tell the nigga don’t like me. I don’t give a fuck about none of that. I want you Denise and imma have ya.

The Rev remarked me as a thug. Maybe I am a thug, but at least I know how to treat a lady. Pea, baby when the day comes I swear all this will behind us.

The other day Cornbread big jolly ass told me how you almost fell in the store from heat exhaustion. That the Chows let you sit while they packed your order and Tim dropped you off. Baby you don’t deserve that. Being out in this heat working until you’re exhausted. What type of life is that? Damn sure not for you. A a rose like you deserve better. I don’t care how many thorns you have.

I remembered how you wrapped my hand at the church and despite the work you endure, they’re still soft. The day we collide into each other I knew how soft you were. Your eyes soft. Your hair soft. Your skin soft. Mmm the way your breasts touched my chest. I can only close my eyes and imagine your soft hands rubbing my hair as I lay on your breast encapsulated into each other. I can’t wait til the day you realize and see what type of man I can be for ya and get away from the church.

If it was me Pea(when it is and I won’t have it no other way) , you wouldn’t have to deal with that type of shit. Each night, a warm bathe with the fancy bubbly soap. Hell I’ll even dry you off and oil those . You like peaches? Jasmine? Nah, I think you the type to like cinnamon with how much I hear you use it in your baking. Matter of fact we can buy them all so you can use each night surrounded by light candles. There’s never a limit when it comes to you Pea. Then after you come out the tub I’ll dry off while applying this oil called heat to your skin (Don’t fake the shyness with me). It’ll be your special too. Bo’s cousin makes this oil saying it’ll ya lady be all over you. Smoke, Cornbread, and Bo all got some. Smoke on his third bottle(don’t ask me how I know).

Anyway this oil won’t be like no other. I wouldn’t even dare buy it for any other, it you. Only you and you only. I understand you may look at me and see me with a lot of women, but they ain’t you. I’ve cut them all off.

I’m no fool, but i know what I want. I I can’t deny these feelings I have for you darling. Why can’t you see that? Every Wednesday you come into Bo and Grace’s shop that everyone assumes you’re a ventriloquist doll(I know you’ll make a slick ass remark if i know what that is? Yes ma’am I do. In fact - forget that I’m getting off track).

But baby they don’t see you like how I see you. You think I don’t notice how your eyes light up with passion being near one of the sinners, as your father would call us. He just don’t know how tempted his daughter grow each day.

Each passing day, I know it occupies your mind what it feels like to be one of us. To be free. Soon you’ll get the chance to experience true happiness, Pea.

Anyways I gotta go Smoke and Annie on my ass about the club inventory again.

Thank you for the feedback and suggestions and support 💐🤍

Thank you for the feedback and suggestions and support 💐🤍

Today I seen Pea again. She came into town again, head down nicely greeting the Chows as always. This time she said she was making fried fish, rice, and biscuits for her congregation. I know one thing I’m so fucking tired watching you come in the store every week buying shit in this hot ass sun. What type of man the Reverend is that he can’t pick up his own shit for once?

I think he’s what I hear Slim call a “False Prophet.” He sat in his chair watching. Staring and judging with that smug ass look. I’ve dealt with plenty of cats like his. Wolves in sheep clothing. At least I let you know I’m coming. Niggas like the “good” ole Rev you gotta watch. Just the one time I’ve been in there I can tell the nigga don’t like me. I don’t give a fuck about none of that. I want you Denise and imma have ya.

The Rev remarked me as a thug. Maybe I am a thug, but at least I know how to treat a lady. Pea, baby when the day comes I swear all this will behind us.

The other day Cornbread big jolly ass told me how you almost fell in the store from heat exhaustion. That the Chows let you sit while they packed your order and Tim dropped you off. Baby you don’t deserve that. Being out in this heat working until you’re exhausted. What type of life is that? Damn sure not for you. A a rose like you deserve better. I don’t care how many thorns you have.

I remembered how you wrapped my hand at the church and despite the work you endure, they’re still soft. The day we collide into each other I knew how soft you were. Your eyes soft. Your hair soft. Your skin soft. Mmm the way your breasts touched my chest. I can only close my eyes and imagine your soft hands rubbing my hair as I lay on your breast encapsulated into each other. I can’t wait til the day you realize and see what type of man I can be for ya and get away from the church.

If it was me Pea(when it is and I won’t have it no other way) , you wouldn’t have to deal with that type of shit. Each night, a warm bathe with the fancy bubbly soap. Hell I’ll even dry you off and oil those . You like peaches? Jasmine? Nah, I think you the type to like cinnamon with how much I hear you use it in your baking. Matter of fact we can buy them all so you can use each night surrounded by light candles. There’s never a limit when it comes to you Pea. Then after you come out the tub I’ll dry off while applying this oil called heat to your skin (Don’t fake the shyness with me). It’ll be your special too. Bo’s cousin makes this oil saying it’ll ya lady be all over you. Smoke, Cornbread, and Bo all got some. Smoke on his third bottle(don’t ask me how I know).

Anyway this oil won’t be like no other. I wouldn’t even dare buy it for any other, it you. Only you and you only. I understand you may look at me and see me with a lot of women, but they ain’t you. I’ve cut them all off.

I’m no fool, but i know what I want. I I can’t deny these feelings I have for you darling. Why can’t you see that? Every Wednesday you come into Bo and Grace’s shop that everyone assumes you’re a ventriloquist doll(I know you’ll make a slick ass remark if i know what that is? Yes ma’am I do. In fact - forget that I’m getting off track).

But baby they don’t see you like how I see you. You think I don’t notice how your eyes light up with passion being near one of the sinners, as your father would call us. He just don’t know how tempted his daughter grow each day.

Each passing day, I know it occupies your mind what it feels like to be one of us. To be free. Soon you’ll get the chance to experience true happiness, Pea.

Anyways I gotta go Smoke and Annie on my ass about the club inventory again.