Whole Face In
Brother Bernard: Hello Mr. David. I have a best friend that I thought I wouldn’t know what to do without. She was really special to me. She’s the one person who knows how to make me laugh out a little louder. I visited her a couple of months ago and I was very hungry. I wanted us to go out and eat but she insisted on cooking for me. She already had a leftover stew in her fridge so I asked her to put rice on fire for me to eat with it. I was walking barefooted looking around her house when I thought I had seen her spit in the stew she was warming up for me. She turned around to see if anyone had seen her. I moved back quickly to escape her glance. Then I heard her hawk her throat lightly, which made me tiptoe to check her out. She had spat a nasty huge slimy globule into the stew and did same into the rice cooker before setting it to cook.
David Bondze-Mbir (DBM): What the actual fuck!
Brother Bernard: Dave
DBM: Tell me you confronted the hell outta her?
Brother Bernard: I was stunned
DBM: Did you confront her?
Brother Bernard: I couldn’t
DBM: What do you mean you couldn’t?
Brother Bernard: I couldn’t
DBM: You did not eat that damn food, no?
Brother Bernard: I couldn’t refuse to
DBM: You ate?
Brother Bernard: I ate
DBM: Define the kind of relationship you two have
Brother Bernard: Friendship with a little bit of benefits. We had established that we feel sexually attracted to each other because we are always spending time together. And alcohol is sometimes involved.
DBM: Are you dating?
Brother Bernard: No
DBM: Are you dating anyone?
Brother Bernard: I am married.
DBM: So, at what point in your married life do you get to ‘always spend time together’ with her?
Brother Bernard: As I said, she’s a special friend. I have other close friends I hang out with too
DBM: Is she part of the people you’re ‘seeing’?
Brother Bernard: She’s simply an occasional engagement in casual sex without any of us actually having to commit to a relationship.
DBM: Just like you are with the other women?
Brother Bernard: Lol.
DBM: Why are you in my inbox?
Brother Bernard: I wanted to use your platform to let her know I know what she did
DBM: She follows my page?
Brother Bernard: I don’t know. I was thinking since your page sometimes can go viral, she might get to see it.
DBM: The fact that you embraced her level of disrespect towards you glamorously and chose to avoid difficult truths, I do not pity you one bit.
Brother Bernard: Just because I did not confront her doesn’t mean I am not actively fighting back. Showing all my cards isn’t strategy.
DBM: Tell me, what’s on your card?
Brother Bernard: I also don’t want to miss out on one of the most defining friendships of my life. That’s why I am not too quick to judge. Dave, this is a girl I enjoy eating her out.
DBM: What has that got to do with anything?
Brother Bernard: I ate the food without complaint because she’s a woman I love to kiss, and kiss along her thighs and can lick her outer labia to make her quiver and moan. If I’m able to use my tongue, my lips, nose, cheeks and even my chin to get all in on the action, then a spit wasn’t anything to be angry about, though disappointed.
DBM: Good luck with your whole face in.
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