Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer
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The Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer Entry 5
My best friend’s deceptions continued past the moment with my roommate. My roommate became just another conquest for Smith. She had now become faceless in a sea of women not yet caught. Now that Smith felt accomplished by his efforts he displayed typical non-interested behavior. Smith ignored her countless calls and she painfully dealt with his rejection. I had become the middle man in this situation. I had to sit back and watch her pain as she continued to ask me his whereabouts. As time progressed my roommate moved on and remained true to our friendship. She was now in a place where she could deal with his consistent visits…
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Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer Entry 4
Smith approached my roommate with the cup of ice and asked if she mind if he uses it, she gave him the approval and took one piece of ice out of the cup and started rubbing the ice all over her toes while sucking each toe gently, the sensation of his warm mouth and cold ice sent chills throughout her whole body as she watched him suck each toe,she couldn’t resist spreading her legs apart so he could continue satisfy her. Smith placed one cube in his mouth and ran the ice up and down my roommates inner thigh, she described his attention to detail and his steady pace as…
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THE SMITH DIARIES: TALES OF A WOMANIZER ENTRY 3
As I watched Smith passionately kiss my roommate I felt a jolt of jealously. I wasn’t jealous because he was kissing her but I felt that this was a ploy to ditch our friendship once again. I watched intently and decided not to interrupt in order to return upstairs to my guests. My confusion took a hold of my mind as I entered my crowded apartment full of drunk friends and family. I couldn’t wrap my myself around the fact that my best friend could make a woman want him after destroying a reputation and spreading hurtful lies. I lived in a bubble for many years about his actions. Yet…
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The Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer …This is Hot! Trust Me You Want to Read This One!
It was a breezy afternoon in New York City and my best friend Smith said to me “Millz I ain’t shit and neither are any of theses niggas ” while sitting in his favorite chic Chinese restaurant. The restaurant was full of business like people enjoying lunch. As we entered the 2nd level of the restaurant, I noticed the high end decor completed with huge windows, white tablecloths, black plush couches, a full bar and photos of the Chef on the walls. Smith requested we sit on the upper level where it was more quiet. we were seated at a table overlooking the downstairs and immediately began to check out…
