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“i met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game...”

8.6.17

so i met this woman.  a few weeks ago i was in little five points promoting my album/album listening party. i was walking past the open place where hella people set up their art/jewelry when i saw her. i told her who i was and what i was doing, gave her a flyer and invited her to the party. she asked me to sing for her. i did. and then she asked if i wanted a tarot reading. she was brown-skinned, small with large brown eyes and short locs. she smiled like we were playing a game of “two truths one lie”--hard to read. considering all of the events i was preparing for in my life, i obliged. there was a guy with her. he was slim, light-skinned and freckle-faced with red hair. i figured they were a couple (which they were). i thought she’d be the one giving me my tarot reading but after i paid the five dollars, she got up, said something like “be right back babe” to the freckled guy and wandered off with an acoustic guitar. 

i didn’t think much of it. sat down with freckles and he let me in on my past, present, and future. he seemed like he knew what he was talking about but my skepticism and short attention span got the best of me lol. he had such a kind smile so i enjoyed watching him talk. v enthusiastic. afterward, i hugged and thanked him and reminded him to come to the party. he said they would. 

that night when i got home, i hopped on instagram and there was a dm from the woman. we’ll call her V. she said something like “hey i can’t think of anything to say other than let’s have beautiful lesbian sex together/you’re cute we should fuck. sorry not sorry” and then left her number. i was a little taken aback because i didn’t pick up any flirtacious vibes from her earlier. but may have dismissed them considering i spent all that time talking to her boyfriend. i replied “nothing wrong with knowing what you want” to which she said “you’re right”.  i sat looking at that dm for a solid few minutes, just digesting. that’s when the online stalking commenced. i stalked V and freckles and found out so much but like, nothing at all. i gathered that they were travelers. nomads even. hadn’t been in atlanta long, lived together, and were... sorcerers. witches/gypsies/lightworkers. they were also polyamorous nudists. there was so much to digest. i  peeped that they had an herbal medicine company that seemed profitable enough to keep the rent paid. as much information that i’d received, i was still lost in confusion. was i being recruited? did freckles know that V hit me up? did she want to have a threesome?  it took me a couple of days to think about it but the intrigue took ahold of me. i texted V. i asked if she was serious about hooking up and if she was, i was down... but only with her. no freckles. she told me she couldn’t do that and offered a “mindfucking” session. like what? lol cute but nah. i entertained it for a while and then dismissed it. but it affirmed the “recruiting” questions that i had. 

so the night of my album experience party, they showed. i didn’t see them until i was off the stage. freckles touched my shoulder as i was walking down the stairs i looked up--surprised--and waved. that was that.

the next day freckles hits me up and invites me to their house. i don’t reply. ‘cause i kinda already know WHY he wants me to come over and i’m really not tryna do that. not with him anyway lol. so fast forward to a few days ago. i get a text from V and she’s like “so i’m in atlanta for one more week. would you like to fuck me?” BRUH. i laughed so hard. her bluntness is so great. i tease her a lil bit, like “i thought we couldnt do that without dude” and she’s like, “its your lucky week.” a few more messages are exchanged and before you know it we’ve scheduled to hook up that saturday.

NOW LISTEN. this is NOT something that i do. well it wasn’t lol. i am not the type to meet a stranger who’s in some mysterious poly/sorcerer couple and pull up to fuck. but that night? shit. it felt like a challenge. i got a rush just thinking about how spontaneous this was. 

saturday came and she called to see if i was still down. within hours i was scooping her up from her friends place and we were headed to her spot. i was so nervous and she could tell. i kept thinking what if this is a set up? what if we pull up and a band of niggas jump me or some shit? what if she’s on some wild shit and tries to kidnap me? what if her boyfriend IS there and tries to pop out the closet while we’re gettin’ it in? my mind was racing. i immediately realized that I DON’T KNOW THIS WOMAN. practically anything could go down. 

but dammit something in my brain was like “fuck it, you here now.”

her house definitely looked like she’d been moving. the remnants of art and boxes and jars of herbs helped me imagine that it was once a really homey place. there was a huge marble tub in the bathroom across from the bedroom. the bedroom--aside from a couple of candles, a table, and the mattress--was pretty vacant. we entered and i’m still nervous. i’m thinking “yo you’re really here right now. you’re really about to fuck this woman.” // 

she walks up to me and takes my shirt off and starts massaging my breasts. she says “can i have you over here?” she points to the wall. i back up until i’m pressed against it and then she starts sucking my nipples. before you know it, we’re on the bed. 

the night was an experience, to say the least. there were some strange moments. like how she’d stop to look at me and say “interesting” a lot. and i’d say “what’s interesting?” and she’d laugh it off. or she’d be like “you’re not what i expected”. at one point we sat up and started staring at one another and she read my face? lol. for a pull up and fuck session it got extremely intimate. halfway through she asked if i wanted to take a bubble bath. i said yes. so she ran the water and we fooled around in the tub for a while, washed off, and went back to the bed to air dry (she didn’t have any towels). 

i made V cum... all night. as much as i enjoy receiving, i wasn’t hard pressed about getting off. it was such a lovely experience that if she didn’t make me cum, i would’ve been alright. but low and behold with just a few seconds left in the fourth quarter, it happened. and it was amazing. 

afterwards, we layed up for a bit and almost drifted to sleep before we both agreed it was time for me to take her back to her friends spot and for me to head home. when we got in the car she asked if she could take a picture of me. i asked why and she didn’t tell me. i was hesitant so i grabbed some shades and was like sure go ahead lmao. i had a feeling she was going to send it to freckles and she later admitted that was exactly what she was doing. i thought it was funny. 

she played in my hair while i drover her back. we made out a little before she hopped out the car. i told her to have a safe trip to oakland and if she ever comes back to atlanta, let me know. she said she would and that was that.

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literally as i’m finishing this post V just texts me “one more for the raod?” damn. to be continued i guess...