Hittin' The Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
He was fucked out. Brody's two women had drained every drop of backed- up cum he had in his nuts and now he was cool and could think straight. Pacing around in that jail cell he'd had a thousand dreams of coming back to this place, but now he wondered why. The crib looked even more run- down and dilapidated than it had when he'd left. He looked up at his windows and spotted Rosa sitting outside on the fire escape. Her eyes were big and thoughtful in her pretty brown face. Fiyah grinned. He waved at Rosa and walked toward the stoop. It was early, but already some of his neighbors were chilling outside. Mr. Ramirez was sweeping down the steps and he looked up as Fiyah approached. “‘Sup, Mr. Ramirez.” “Fuego,” the old man said. “Glad you're back home.” Just inside the vestibule and out of the sun, a small group of older women sat on folding chairs and overturned milk crates as they smoked Newports and Kools. One of them smirked and said, “You see whose car he just got out of, right?
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