"Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be."
― Toni Morrison, Beloved
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Michonne made one slight motion that she was going to move foreward. She took one step and I took that as a yes and instantly pulled her completely inside my room. I had her body pressed against mine and I slammed my bedroom door shut and made quick work with the lock. It was going to happen and I was going to be greedy and wear her the fuck out.
Michonne has multiple personalities. She can't use that old excuse that she was drunk. That excuse was so worn out for her various reasons for why she said this or that in the past. She won't admit to having multiple personalities, so yeah... If she wont remember because she slipped in to the three faces of Eve or her major personality Sybil, I Rick Grimes of sound mind will remember this most anticipated night of passionate love making. Based on the clock on my nightstand, I had eight hours before Michonne morphs and feigns amnesia.
The first climax was like an out of body experience for me. I haven't been with a woman in a long time. Not since Lori and I'm not counting that time a little over a year ago I let Jessie Anderson suck my dick. That was a dark period of my life and I needed the fucking release very badly at the time and plus I was pissy drunk. In my mind that does not count. It doesn't count. Plus Michonne walked in on us. She wouldn't look at me for a month. She wouldn't talk to me for another month. For two months I lost my drinking buddy.
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I was trying to make up my mind whether or not I wanted to go there with Rick. To just get it out of the way because it has always been that multicolored cat between us. We were both sexually frustrated.
I didn't fully make up my mind but he hurried my decision making, by pulling me into his room and slamming his door closed. He made quick work with having me out of my t-shirt and underwear in less than 3 seconds easy. He spent a whole minute just taking me in...like he didn't know where to start. Suddenly the act of kissing occurred to him he put both his hands on my face and brought his lips down to mine and kissed me with so much sincerity that I instantly melted. We didn't mesh perfectly at first but it was the best I have ever been kissed in my life.
I have only had one sexual partner in my whole life and I don't count that time that I experimented in college with Andrea. I was desperate at the time to have a friend. When I look back at that time I could have been easily lead to do anything, all in the name of being artsy. I met Mike in college and he was my first. My only reference point to what I was experiencing with Rick.
At the time Mike wasn't very experienced and we kind of learned from each other what we liked or didn't like. One thing that Mike would not do is eat pussy. He tried it once with me and for whatever reason he didn't like it. It didn't bother me because I didn't like him doing it. He definitely wasn't Andrea who knew how to eat pussy. Mike didn't mind to have me suck his dick though and obliged twice a year. His birthday and our anniversary. We were married 10 years before I killed him. Put his ass out of his misery. He was a miserable motherfucker.
Rick made work all over my body. He had me shivering, moaning and screaming. My first orgasm hit me and he hadn't yet penetrated or used his tongue nor his fingers. I came all over his naked knee. He let me, He watched me come undone as I dripped wetness from my private parts on to him. He pulled me further on top of him where I was squarely on his chest and my pelvis was grinding against his penis. We were so fucking horny and it was so fucking erotic just our bodies finally being free to join and get acquainted in the most intimate way.
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I couldn't grab the box of condoms before I came all over Michonne and myself, who was on top of me grinding her well groomed landing strip of pussy hair against my dick. The friction was incredible. I ejaculated and it wasn't how I anticipated. I thought for sure it would be in a condom plowing in out of Michonne or condom less inside of Michonne. My body in that moment had a mind of it's own. I kept grinding against her...desperately craving that human contact that she was providing that I desired only from her. My hard on didn't soften. This is where I wanted to be as I stared into her eyes and she into mine. I wanted every inch of her as I felt another incredible swell of desire over come me as my dick found it's place between her thighs and eventually inside of her pussy.
Michonne let me cum inside her. When I knew I had a few strokes left before I would climax I asked her if she was sure because I could easily try and pull out but she said that she was on birth control. Some type of shots. So I picked up the pace to the point I couldn't even slow down. Savor it a little bit longer but when she started screaming my name and telling me how good it was too her...yeah. We lasted four of those eight hours. I never slept so deeply in a long time. Ghost could jump all on my bed if they want too. I was OUT.
I woke up to find Michonne gone the next morning.
She was outside and from the window her and I made eye contact as I took in the scene. As predicted Michonne had that demeanor that she was going to play like she had no recollection as she flirted with some tall lanky guy that was replacing the windshield to the old pick up truck. He wrote something on the back of the card and Michonne took it. I made my way outside to see what was going on but the windshield guy had already drove off smiling and waving at Michonne.
"What you got there Michonne?"
"He gave me his card."
"What is his name?"
"Spencer."
"Let me see the card Michonne."
She hands it to me and I shred the fuck out of it. Shredded it until it was in tiny fucking jigsaw puzzle pieces. I threw it up in the air and it rained all around her.
"Why the heck you do that?"
"Am I talking to Michonne or Sybil right now?"
"Why did you do that Rick?"
"Because you fucking belong to me."
"I was networking you asshole? For another job or..."
"You want me to fucking believe you are going from makeup and hairstylist of the dead to replacing windshields? I am done talking to you Sybil. Please bring Michonne out. Michonne remembers last night."
"If you don't stop calling me Sybil I will push you down another hole and throw dirt on top of you. Bury you alive you keep messing with me. You are impulsive and you need to talk about it at the next meeting. I had only slept with you once. I can't imagine what you would be like if it happened again."
"A very happy man."
"Don't you have some graves to dig?"
"You are going to have my baby."
"Impossible."
"How's that?"
"My eggs can only be fertilized by sperm not by crazy."
"I am going to kiss you now."
"Okay."
I had Michonne pressed against the driver side door of the pickup truck. We were getting a little carried away when Tyrese came outside whistling a tune strolling over to where we were with Eugene who quietly watched.
"See Eugene I told you all that banging on the walls last night was because Grimes finally made a homerun. I told you man it wasn't no ghost."
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A/N:Happy belated Halloween I would have had this out sooner but I got so distracted it was just terrible had so many stories competing with being told. Yes, I am going to my other fics. Promise.
If I were to continue this story it would go as follow below...lol
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I don't know why Tyrese keeps saying there isn't any ghost. I have seen them with my own two eyes. They stand on the other side of my door. They won't let me leave my room at night. They only leave if Tyrese comes out of his room and comes to my door. They don't stand there anymore. Three kids. Around about the age of 5 years old. It creeps me out to see them.
I communicate to Tyrese through the hole in the wall. One night I was so scared and I kept pounding the wall for Tyrese to hear me that I punched a hole clear through. My whole arm went through. I keep it covered by a Captain America Poster and Tyrese has his side covered with Janet Jackson poster. A 1990s Janet. If I need to leave the room to get a sandwich or night snack I just stick my arm through and wait for Tyrese to notice his poster fluttering.
Tyrese watches a lot of Porn. His favorite is big booty babes loving black dick while he has his headset on listening to Drake, Sex so good I shouldn't have to fuck for free...He thinks that song is about him. He told me so. He says he is going to find me a girlfriend. I don't know how to tell him I am not interested. I like being to myself. I like digging graves and mowing the lawn at the cemetery. I like it and I don't want to ever go back to prison.
I spent 8years in prison for killing my mother. I drowned her in the bathtub. She fell asleep and I crept in and held her under the water until her body stopped moving. She stopped clawing at me. That is what gave me away...I had wounds they say. I was suppose to serve a life sentence but it was only eight years. I got out on a technical error that my lawyer made. They didn't present to the jury my abuse as a kid at the hands of my mother and her many boyfriends. Yeah, I am just not interested in relationships. I just want to tend to the cemetery and help Herschel with the bodies when ever he needs a extra hand down in the morgue.
I'm just thinking I've done my introduction before but I never mentioned I am not interested in relationships. I don't think that is completely true. I like my friendship with Tyrese. I like my friendship with Grimes and Michonne when they aren't acting really crazy. I think of Herschel and Ms. Mabel as the parents I never had. I also think of all of you here today as friends and it feels good to not be rejected. HI. My name is Eugene Mitchell and I drowned my mother.
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I don't know if I was going over to talk. I just know I had the gun in my hand and shot her. I shot my husband's mother. I shot his brother and I would of shot Daryl if he would have stopped me. Hi my name is Sasha and I killed my husband's mother and brother.
