“Soooo, are you gonna give Sin some extra loving tonight?” Jinx teased, gyrating her hips playfully.
“No, I’ll more than likely conjure up a fake dick and fuck myself,” I replied, and Blair gasped.
“TMI!” she exclaimed, waving me off.
“Stop acting like you don’t get pounded into earth’s core. Sex is magical, liberating, and it just feels sooo good. Sin knows all the right moves, but the passion is lacking. And he doesn’t eat pussy,” I said with a shrug.
“Our men don’t believe in that, you know that,” Jinx reminded me.
“Why not? It’s so lame.”
“It is lame, but we live in a world that’s lost in time. Everything they do is old-fashioned. Getting pounded doggy-style is even forbidden. It simply has to be missionary because that’s what they know,” Jinx complained.
I finished the second drink and placed both glasses on the table. “I’m ready,” I said, belching softly. After hours of partying and drinking my pain away, I was done for the night. I laid my head on Jinx’s shoulder, and she kissed my forehead.
I was the youngest of my sisters at just twenty-two years old. Jinx was twenty-four. They weren’t much older, but they practically raised me. My father was killed in a battle against the warlock clan. My mother was found dead in the forest; her death was ruled a suicide by poison—I was just five years old.
We exited the club, and the fall air kissed my cheek. “It’s a wonderful…night,” I slurred.
“Pizza sounds amazing right now,” Jinx said.
My stomach growled at the mention of pizza. “Yes, let’s get some!” I agreed eagerly.
“Human food gives me the runs,” Blair replied with a grimace.
“You can’t get curves eating vegetables, fruits, and wood worms,” Jinx joked.
“I have curves very much,” Blair chuckled.
“That’s right, tell her,” I laughed.
As we walked down the sidewalk, a black truck pulled up to the curb, blasting loud rap music. “Ayeeeeee!” I exclaimed, gyrating to the beat.
“Don’t get too excited, Eboenia. Your wings will come out,” Blair whispered.
The truck’s engine turned off, and a tall man wearing a black fitted hat stepped out. I was immediately smitten by his height—he had to be at least six-foot-seven. He stepped onto the curb and gave a man a dap.
“About time,” the man said to him.
I took in the tall caramel treat, dressed in a black overcoat, jeans, fitted hat and boots. He wore a diamond chain around his neck, and when he smiled, tiny gold things shimmered on his teeth under the city lights. His cologne reached out and kissed my lips, and his full lips and neatly trimmed goatee added to his allure. I only saw him in profile, but I wasn’t the only one staring at the beautiful giant.
“I want that!” I said aloud, and Blair quickly covered my mouth.
“We can all take him,” Jinx suggested with a grin.
He glanced our way, and we hurriedly stepped off the curb, bursting into giggles. “Did you see how tall he is? And his nice physique? I bet he can do the worst things to me,” I fantasized.
“Stop acting like a thot,” Blair chided.
“This lil’ twat is thumping,” I replied.
Jinx exploded in laughter, and even Blair let out a giggle. “Why are you so kid-like?” Blair asked.
“Because I can be my true self out here,” I said with a grin.
“Let’s get some pizza and hurry back,” Jinx replied.
We strolled through the busy streets of Fells Point, where humans partied at numerous clubs. The honking of horns and music spilling out into the streets, along with the scent of pizza, put me in a blissful trance. I loved the city!
