While Skyy was in the shower, I reread the text conversation we’d had earlier. Before the wedding, she and I were communicating. At first, we were just making small talk and checking on one another. That morphed into us teasing each other. Then, she sent me a tit pic—a shot of her holding one of her precious globes and giving it a kiss. That shit was fye, so I sent her a dick pic. She followed that up by sending me a twenty-second video of herself moaning audibly.
I didn’t have a response for that. First of all, I couldn’t stop playing it. Second of all, . . . I didn’t have a response for that.
She hit me with a text.
Home Base:
Hey, I’m getting married today, and I really want to please my new husband . . . in the bedroom.
Skyy’s ass loved to role play. To be honest, I thought it was cute, so I went along with it.
Me:
Say more.
Home Base:
I heard they call you “Big” and that you’re a trainer or something like that.
Me:
Something like that. What you tryna get trained on?
Home Base:
My biggest weakness is head.
Me:
Giving or getting?
Home Base:
Oh, I’m a pro at getting. Giving.
I chuckled before replying.
Me:
Send me a pic of your lips, ma. Let me see what you working with.
The picture came through shortly after, Skyy’s lips lined in brown, painted in nude, and glistening with lip gloss. She had them puckered, and I wanted to reach through the screen, and smear all that shit off.
Me:
The equipment looks good. What’s the problem?
Home Base:
My man’s dick is HUGE! My jaws get tired. Plus, sometimes I gag.
Me:
He probably don’t have no problem with you gagging. Those of us with big dicks understand gagging. Let me ask you a question.
Home Base:
Go head.
