#eric wright

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Eazy E

Warning: will contain strong language, sexual themes and content, Mentions of weapons, praise, yada yada. Please don't read if sensitive to any. Enjoy!

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Denise POV:

Eric and I have been together for almost a year now and I've learned quite a few things about this man. One, he snores so fuckin loud it's hard to sleep at night, two he's always asking me to buy those honeybuns from grocery store.

Another thing that I always think about is how much a jealous streak he has. One time a lost dude was looking for directions and when he asked me Eric scared the guy and ran him off. He said "The nigga should have asked me first"

The guy pretty much cried when he ran

Eric thinks that he should be the only one to have me and be in my face. He's just so damn.... possessive

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One day, my homegirl Imani had invited us to this big house party at this mansion in downtown LA. I thought it would be fun to go do some fun shit. When I brought the idea to Eric, he wasn't really feeling it.

"C'mon Eric, it's just a party downtown, the hell you bein' stuck up for?" I say to him

"Cause, I don't feel like bein' around a bunch of drunk bitches and thirsty ass niggas right now" he says laying on the couch while watching tv

"Eric you are literally the main person hosting big ass parties anyway. What's the problem now?"

"I don't want them weird niggas all in ya face tryna fuck you"

"Eric please, I just wanna go out and have fun with you. I'm not worried about anybody else at the party aight? Please?" I beg

He sighs and rubs his face

"Aight Aight, Where this shit at anyway?"

I smile and kiss his lips

"Thank you baby, you the best you know that?"

"yea, yea whatever" he says kissing my neck

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We pull up outside the mansion using the address Imani gave me and see people coming in and out of there. We see people on the porch smoking weed and drinking 40s. The music is so loud from inside we could hear it bumpin' from outside.

I look over at Erics face in the drivers, seat and I can tell he's already not for it even though we haven't even went inside yet.

"It don't even look like there shit happin' in there"

I was fixing my lip gloss in the mirror

"And also, why the FUCK you got that tight ass dress on?"

"What you don't like it or something?" I ask raising my eyebrows

"It ain't that, its just that them thirsty ass niggas gon' be lookin' at you and shit"

"So? its not like I'll be entertaining them. Besides you gon' have to deal with it cause I look good as fuck"

He smirks a bit

"You sure do, but all this fo' me not them"

I smile at him

"But just know I will fuck up any nigga who tries some shit...." he says with a slight frown

"Eric, please don't act up in here aight? We just here have fun and party"

he shakes his head and chuckles

"Can't promise you that shit. Let's go"

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We enter the party to the smell of weed, strong alcohol, and horny humans. we spot people by the bar getting drunk out of their minds and I even saw someone slip something into someone else's drink. We try to ignore the couple in the corner having sex like we ain't at a public party.

"That should be us actually..." Eric whispers in my ear with that dumb ass smirk on his face

"Boy please!" I say as I smack his arm

I then find my friend Imani and we talk about the people at the party and the rich mansion were in. She says how it belongs to a drug dealer who just so happens to be the man she seein' right now.

Boy does she know how to pick em'.....

Eric had left my side because he has seen one of his homies he knows. Imani left me as well to go find her drug dealer boyfriend. i was now on my own..at least for now

I sit on the expensive ass couch that everyone was fuckin' up by spilling drink and joints on. I then feel somebody sit next to me

I tried to ignore the guy's presence, but I could feel his eyes burning into my face.

"Hey, ma. which you doin' sittin' there alone while lookin' like that?" he says while having a smug smirk on his face.

"Excuse me?" I say with a raised eyebrow

"You heard me. Lookin' good enough to eat. Shit"

I rolled my eyes

"I got a man"

Feeling annoyed with the conversation already I stood up, but he grabbed my arm like he knew me or something.

"Let my arm go right the fuck now" I spat at him

"C'mon baby, don't be like that"

"Nigga I already told you I got a man already!" i say yanking my arm back

"And the fuck he gon' do?" he spits back at me

"ILL SHOW YOU NIGGA!" Eric shouts behind me

I could tell by his face he was very angry. He walked closer to the dude ready to start some shit.

"The hell you gon' do you fuckin' midget"

Eric chuckles darkly and then flashes his gun that laid beneath his belt. I could see the color leave the dudes face. Everyone was now perplexed by the scene wondering if Eric actually gonna shoot this nigga.

He pulls out his gun and sizes up the dude, making him more stcared as he had it clutched in his hand.

"Listen, you can either step away from my baby, or ima bust a cap in ya ugly ass. choose ya pick" He says

The dude looked at me and then started to back up.

"Ion want no problems" he raises his hands in defense

"The fuck I thought" Eric sneers

He then grabbed my arm and pulled me through the crowd of spectators who are shocked by the whole situation.

We head outside and We both enter the car.

As he's driving, I could feel the heat radiating from his body in the drivers eat he looked very upset as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Just wait till we get home" He chuckles softly while shaking his head

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"Why the fuck you let that nigga step to you like that?!" Eric shouts

"He just came up to me Eric. it wasn't like i was flirtin' with him back!"

"Next time yo' ass come get ME, Aight?!" He says rasing his voice

"Whatever" I say rolling my eyes

"Honestly your so fuckin' possesive and crazy, Eric"

He looks at me and licks his lips

"I'm only crazy when it comes to you. Your mine and that shit is it."

I stare at him back and he come closer to me, to the point I can smell his fresh cologne. he then grabs my neck and brings me closer to his face

"You better not fuckin' forget who you belong to, Nise. I think I gotta show yo' ass again" He says lowly

My breathe is now labored a bit as his chocolate eyes bore into mine. He then roughly kisses me and pushes me towards the bed. He kisses on my neck and grips my ass through the dress.

"Mh...I'm sick of niggas...tryna take you away from me" He says

He then looks at my dress and starts to rip it off me, which makes me gasp in surpise. That dress just so happens to be my favorite one.

"Take this shit off. Got them niggas wantin' whats mine. Fuck that shit"

He starts taking off my underwear and bra. He looks down at me looking at my nudeness.

"So fuckin' pretty baby" he kisses on my chest and neck making me neck

"Oh Eric, baby..mmm" I moan

He looks up at me and says

"Time to show you who owns this pussy..."

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He had taken off his clothes leaving a pile near my own. he is on top of me kissing on me. he stroked his hardened length that was leaking with precum

"See this muthafucka? this is what belongs to you. This reminds you who you belong to, Nise"

He then flips me onto my stomach and inserts his length inside of me, which makes us both moan.

"Shit, Eric you're so big" I moan

"Fuck, this pussy tight..." he groans

He slowly starts to thrust into me and grips my hips as he does it. I start to grip the bed sheets as he moves behind me.

"Give it to me...give daddy this pussy" He says as he starts speeding up his movements.

"Oh Eric....Fuck" I moan

He hoists his leg up onto the bed to go deeper into me. the room fills with the sound of my ass meeting his hips.

"Who's pussy is it, baby?" He grunts

I whimper, not being able to form actual words that made sense.

He spanks my ass

"Huh? Who's muthafukin' pussy is it?" He asks again

"Yours, daddy" I whimper

He goes harder and reaches up to grab my neck and drive into me even deeper than before.

"This my muthfuckin' pussy, right? Tell daddy"

"Yes daddy, Its all yours baby" I say looking back at him

"Oh shit...damn" He groans

"Ohhhh fuckkk, Eric"

"No muthfucka gets this good pussy right?"

"Yes....oh god" My eyes roll back

"You my baby right?"

"Yes daddy, I am. I belong to you"

He goes faster and I could feel both of us nearing the edge.

"Eric...Im close..fuck"

"You wanna come?....You think you deserve it?" He says in my ear

"Yes....please daddy. Oh Eric....Im comming" I beg

He goes harder as i start to come on his length

"Fuck.....god damn baby. You makin' a mess" he says looking down at the come spurring out of me

"Im cominn..Oh shit take this nutttt" he groans as he releases his load inside me

We both finish and collapse on the bed with me. He held me from behind and played with my braids, while he had his hand wrapped around my waist.

"You know I love you right?" he says to me

"I love you too Eric...Even how crazy you are" I giggle

"I'm just Crazy About You Girl"

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Exactly 30 years ago today, on March 26, 1995, rapper Eric "Eazy-E" Wright died, about a month after checking himself into Cedars Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles and finding out that he was suffering from AIDS, not asthma as he had suspected. Eazy-E became a hip-hop legend after bursting out of Compton as the leader of the revolutionary group N.W.A., alongside Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, DJ Yella, and MC Ren. The controversy stemming from N.W.A.'s gangsta rap classics such as "Fuck Tha Police," "Gangsta Gangsta," and "Straight Outta Compton" led to the FBI actually sending a letter to Ruthless Records in 1989 condemning the content of N.W.A.'s music because they felt it encouraged violence against law enforcement.

So, what's that have to do with Presidents?

After a $2,490 donation to the Republican Party, GOP heavyweights Bob Dole and Phil Gramm invited Eazy-E to the National Republican Senatorial Committee Inner Circle's "Salute to the Commander-in-Chief" luncheon on March 18, 1991 at the Omni Shoreham Hotel in Washington, D.C. Senate Minority Leader Dole sent the gangsta rapper and former drug-dealer the invitation himself on February 8th, writing, "Elizabeth and I are looking forward to seeing you in Washington on March 18."

Rocking a black leather suit topped off by his trademark Los Angeles Raiders hat, Eazy-E (accompanied by his controversial manager/business partner Jerry Heller) headed to the nation's capital and enjoyed lunch with some of the Republican Party's top brass -- people like Dole, Senator Gramm of Texas, GOP celebrity supporter (and future California Governor) Arnold Schwarzenegger, former Secretary of State George Shultz, and Wal-Mart founder Sam Walton -- as well as a speech by President George H.W. Bush. While the voice behind "Boyz-N-The-Hood" didn't get a chance to actually meet President Bush, Eazy-E made it clear that he was a fan and was even disappointed that Bush didn't speak longer. Although he once famously rapped, "Don't quote me, boy, cuz I ain't said shit" in "Boyz-N-The-Hood," Eazy-E's spokesperson later said that the rapper, "Loves the President. He thinks he's a great humanitarian and that he did a great job with Desert Storm."

That might seem like something that would take away Eazy-E's street cred. Ice Cube certainly thought so, as he made clear after leaving N.W.A. with his scathing diss song, "No Vaseline", where Cube repeated "I never had dinner with the President!" and accused N.W.A. of ditching Compton ("Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside!").

But maybe Eazy-E and George H.W. Bush had far more in common than most people would imagine.

See, Eazy-E and Dr. Dre aren't the only people to come "Straight Outta Compton." In 1949, George Herbert Walker Bush and his family (including another future President, George W. Bush) lived in the Santa Fe Gardens apartment complex in the heart of, yes, Compton, California. The second child of George and Barbara Bush, Robin, who tragically died of leukemia at the age of 4, was born in Compton. So, while Compton was a far different place in that era, two Presidents of the United States -- at least briefly -- represented "the CPT". And, as the photo at the end of this post demonstrates, young George W. Bush even rode around strapped -- more cowboy than gangsta, not surprisingly -- as many young people have long been in Compton and South Central Los Angeles.