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Renee

Landon and I went at it all night and after the third round I was quite satisfied. Damn, it had been a long time since I last had dick. I love my vibrator and it definitely does the job, but nothing can come close to a real dick and a warm body lying beside you afterward.

I was curled up against Landon dreaming my ass off when I felt something warm and wet. After our night, wetness was a given, but this felt unusually wet. I opened my eyes. It was a hissing sound that made me swing back the covers and jump out of the bed.

That nasty mothafucka was pissing in my bed!

I was stunned beyond words, because like catching my husband fucking another man, I never expected to witness something like this either. I couldn’t get my lips to move. All I could do was watch Landon holding the base of his dick while he shot out pee like it was a water faucet. Get this, when he finally finished, he shook off his dick.

Hell nah!

That mothafucka must have been dreaming and thought he was in the bathroom taking a piss. What took the cake was that washing his hands was obviously not a habit of his because as soon as he was done, instead of rubbing his hands together, his nasty ass rolled the fuck over and went back to sleep.

I reached for a pillow and started beating him upside his head. “Wake up! Landon, get the fuck up!”

It took a full minute to wake him out of his groggy state. “What? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that you pissed in my bed!”

Landon had the nerve to look confused. “Pissed?” Looking down, he noticed the wet spot, then mumbled, “Damn,” and grabbed his dick.

“Look at that shit! You . . . you pissed all over me!”

“My bad,” he replied like it was no big deal.

“Who the hell you think you are, R. Kelly?”

“I said I’m sorry,” he said defensively as he got up and reached for his pants. His pissy ass wasn’t even going to take a shower.

“Sorry ain’t going to buy me a new mattress.”

He had the nerve to laugh.

“I don’t see shit that’s funny.”

“Come on, Renee, calm down. I’ll buy you a new mattress.”

“When?”

He had to think about it a moment. “When I get paid next Friday, I’ll swing by and pick you up and we can go to the mattress store together.”

I rolled my eyes because there wasn’t shit else to say. I mean, what were we supposed to do at this point? Go back to bed? Move into the kitchen and I’d make us breakfast? Hell nah!

“Well, I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” he replied, signaling an end to our evening.

I started removing my expensive sheets from the bed so I could throw them funky things in the trash. Instead of offering to help, Landon reached for his keys and left. From the window, I watched him climb in his Tahoe and drive home, smelling like piss.