The Adventures of Hood Spice

" no, I don't want to play with you." I said sternly "but, why?" she asked annoyingly for the thousandth time, It was my recess and I didn't want to play with her, and like the little itch that I was I turned around and said "Because you get on my nerves, and I don't want to play with you." little did I know she was about to hit me with that fire, as I've said before Ive always for the most part been pretty brutally honest especially when I didn't like something. she then yells " you know what, I don't want to play with you anyway you're mean thats why your dad isn't really your dad" I give her the illest ill grill " what are you even talking about stupid yes he is." with a smirk on her face she goes "NO, he's not I heard my mom and dad talking about it thats why yal don't have the same last name." I was in elementary school and the girl who told me was my play cousin, and when

So this story is about my first time trying to knock boots, Ma if You're reading this I so appreciate the support but stop here, thank me later. Family, don't get your panties in a bunch, unlike most people I regret nothing about loosing my virginity. Not who I gave it to, not the time, the location could've been better, but we were both young with super strict parents ( obviously for good reason) so we made it work, and in the grand scheme of things its part of what makes me look back and laugh. Sooo a little background I was 14 years old and a little over the whole dry humping thing. I remember my mom asking me something along the lines of "would I have sex?" and me saying that I was curious. for the most part I've always been painfully honest even if it was going to get me in trouble if I thought I was right I was going to say it if you asked me. SO I was dating this guy, were going to call him peanut for the sake of the story. I was in the 9th grade an

Emotionally I was fearless as child, Optimistic towards love as most of us were, accepting to hurt, I didn't sugar coat anything. I said exactly what I thought and Ive ALWAYS been very opinionated. I was RECKLESS, and there was a freedom in that was honestly nothing short of amazing, the way that I look at that time in my life is the same way people feel about their first high, there is nothing as beautiful or as potent as the fist hit. Every time after that you are chasing that first high. well I'm still chasing that first love and how strong I was in my naivety, how BOLD  I was, simply because I didn't know any better. Now don't get me wrong I'm not like this love sick puppy looking for its next owner, I actually love my solitude, How ever I cant help but wonder like ... at what point did i become so emotionally unavailable ? Some days I wish I could go back in time and gift wrap that loving/ fearless person put her in a safe and when the person I feel is wort

" Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! !" What felt like and eternity passes as I sat in the tub panicking. okay really it was just two minutes. " Maaaaaaa!!!!! COME HERE!  its an emergency this time I promise." she then yells from the living room "Essence I'm cooking whats the problem?" I yell even louder in frustration "Ma its about my PRIVATE PART !!!!" so of course now she come rushing in. THIS MARKS THE FIRST OF MANY TIMES I FLASHED MY MOTHER " WHATS WRONG POOH?! What happened ? whats the problem?!" at this point she's panicking which wasn't odd for my mother, so now I'm calm because her nervousness easily overshadows mine by a long shot. now her eyes get wide because she then notices I'm SPREAD EAGLE in the tub separating my vagina lips Starring in confusion awe and pain. Side Bar: an important piece of information, I am LEGIT a hypochondriac, I literally always think I am having a near death experience.