you weren’t big on smoking, you’d only ever tried it once and you didn’t like the feeling of getting high at all but at the same time you did. The feeling made your body feel tingly and your mind slow, however you liked that you felt good at the same time. If you were honest though, you’d definitely do it again… well actually you did do it again with your boyfriend Chris.

Chris was a dealer, he had weed, ᵈʳᵘᵍˢ and everything else you could possibly think of. He was so good to you, he spoiled you so much, rolled up a joint for you when you wanted one and even took you on shopping sprees. He was literally everything you could ever ask for in a man, not to mention that the ˢᵉˣ was amazing, especially when you were both high and needy.

you and Chris sat on the bed passing the joint back and forth, money poured out everywhere on the bed as you sat on top of him straddling his lap while he laid back and looked up at you. his hands grazed your thighs, trying to find ways to get more. You passed the joint to him watching him inhale the smoke before blowing it out, then licking his pink lips.

“Mm… y’look real good on me like that, makes me wanna do sum crazy shit to you.”

he said lazily while gripping onto your thighs, moving you back and forth a bit on purpose. He knew what he was doing, yet he acted so oblivious. you pulled up his shirt past his stomach, You put money on his abdomen, spreading it as his Calvin Klein boxers peeked out from his jeans.