Lovin' In East L.A.

I've been living in East L.A. ever since my mom and dad had moved us out of the one state that has been our home--the state of Ohio, where I was about to go to Ohio State University for my first school year away from home.

But just as I was about to say 'goodbye' to my prison of a home-life and 'hello' to independance, my asshole of a dad had came home and fed me and the rest of the family this bullshit story about loosing his crappy job and having no fucking choice, but to move us to a new home and start a new life together as a family.
And yet, ever since we've finally arrived at our new 'luxtury palace', I've kept on thinking who was that son-of-a-bitch think he was fooling, because if you were to ask me, all he'd ever really wanted was to have the perfect family on his own terms.

But when I had gone to my mom and told her about this, she'd told me that she knew exactly how I'm feeling, but we should only hope that someday everything's going to be alright.

The only problem with that was it was before good old Dad had decided to try to run my life again by telling everyone that I'm going to go into the metal-framming business with him, instead of going to college.

That was when I've finally blew my top and told that stinking asshole what he should do with his metal-framming business--and after we've yelled our heads off at each other, the son-of-a-bitch has decided to kick me out of the house, which was fine by me.

And so, after my 'loving dad' had kicked me out on my ass, I've started looking for a space to spend the night in--and since I've only got 25 dollars in my pocket, I've figured that I'll sleep on the sidewalk if I had to.

But that was before I've heard somebody screaming her head off inside an alley--and that scream has been followed by the voice of a guy yelling, "I MEAN IT, YOU GOD-DAMN FUCKING BLACK-ass whore!GIVE ME THE MONEY, OR I'LL CUT YOU SO bad THAT YOU'LL NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE IN PUBLIC EVER AGAIN!"

Now if you were to ask me, I've been in way too many fights during my high-school years to know what a real threat sounds like--and that son-of-a-bitch was spouting off the grand-daddy of them all.

And then, I've suddenly realized that since I've got no choice but to stuck in East L.A. for the rest of my natural life, I might as well be like Sir Lancelot and save the bitch from the bigmouthed asshole.

And so, after I've lifted up a pair of trash can lids and slowly made my way towards the shit-head with the switchblade, I've tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.

And after I've got it, I've smashed his face in with one of the trash can lids and in the back of the head with the other lid at least ten times.
And then, after I've made sure that the son-of-a-bitch was finally down for the ten count, I've walked over to the bitch whose life I've just saved and noticed that even though she looked like Lisa Bonet's twin sister, she's still a good-looking babe.

After she'd thanked me for saving her life and shit like that, she'd asked me what my name was--and I've figured since I've saved her ass from that piece of shit, the least I could do was tell her that my name is Joey Crossetti, which happens to be my true name.

And after that, she'd held out her hand and told me that her name is Cassandra Watkins and that she had came to L.A. with the hopes of becoming a movie star like Angela Bassett.

But instead of living out that dream, she's got no other choice, but to fuck every shit-head who was willing to pay some street-walking bitch to have sex with them.
Then suddenly, after I've told her about my problem, she'd invited me to crash at her place for the night--and since I wasn't about to have her go through the same thing all over again, I've agreed to her invitation.

And so, after we've walked into her pad and she'd placed our jackets inside the closet, she'd told me that if I've wanted to go and take a shower, the bathroom was right down the hall.

And then, after I've walked into the bathroom, stripped off all of my clothes and stepped into the shower, I've turned on the water and started rubbing soap over each and every part of my bareass body.

But while I was doing that, an also-naked Cassandra had gotten into the same shower with me--and after we've looked at each other's eyes for a minute or two, we've wrapped our arms around each other and kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips.
After the kiss, Cassandra had licked all over my bod--all the way down to my hard dick and started sucking on it.

"Aaaahhhh, yes!That's it!Do it, Bitch!", I've said, while she was also running her hands up and down my bare chest."Touch me!Suck my dick!I don't give a shit!Just do it!Aaaahhhh!"

And then, at that moment, I've suddenly discovered that I was experiencing something that I hadn't experienced with anyone in another city before, for I was experiencing pure, untamed erotica--and enjoying every minute of it.

Then, after finally finished our shower together and moved ourselves into the bedroom, we've placed our naked bods on the bed and I've started pumping my stiff cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy and sucking on the dark brown nipples of her firm breasts.

"AAAAHHHH, YES!THAT'S IT!DO IT, ASSHOLE!", yelled Cassandra, while she was running her fingers all over my bare back."FUCK ME!DRILL ME DEEPER!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we've started moving harder and faster and our lovemaking has reached its final path to Universal Studios, the both of us had cum and collapsed due to exhaustion.

After we were finally able to catch our breath, Cassandra has placed her head on my chest, took a deep breath and said, "I love you, Joey.And I'll still love you with all of my heart."

Now I know what you're thinking that a white boy from the state of Ohio getting kicked out of his parent's house and falls in love with a black streetwalking hooker should only be considered to be stupid, but all I could say is who the fucking hell cares, as long as you're able to find yourself some true lovin' in East L.A.!