JADA (18+)

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                             Jada

Jada

Never did I ever think that I'd get to meet all Disney princes and princesses.

And there goes Vladimir thinking buying me a Disney ticket as a joke would make me flip.

I feel guilty admitting this but, this is the best birthday I have ever had. I'm enjoying my birthday. I don't know if I should or shouldn't keep thinking of Vladimir as an asshole since he brought me here as a joke.

He's still an asshole.

It still doesn't feel right though. I'm here; enjoying Disneyland all by myself without my mom, dad, and my best friend.

Regardless of the amount of fun I had or was having I'm always going to miss Jamaica and the people that belong to me there.

"Getting bored?" Vladimir asked seeing the abrupt change in my mood which still didn't make me feel better because no matter how 'affectionate' the sentence sounded I could hear sarcasm behind it.

"Vladimir, suck yuh mada" The confused look on his face of him not understanding what I said almost made me want to laugh.

The Tour Guide then directed us to what I think is the most festive part of Disneyland; the part wid some a di yaadi dem and the majority of foreigners. And di Jamaican artist dem.

Dem nuh si seh a we run eh world?

She got di curves inna waist. Pretty face mia mad dem fi days

Skeng enuh guys.

Yeah guys all a di wine up wine up song dem mi stay by myself inna one likkle part cause such man nuh worthy or ready to none a dis yet.

My eyes scanned the crowd watching Jamaican couples dance meaning girl a gi dem man wine and di nuff foreign gyal dem weh cyaa wine do one likkle sumn and you know...yeah.

Weh him deh?

Pushing through and past dancing bodies I made my way through random parts of the room looking for Vladimir.

There he was sitting so carefree while a girl danced on him. She looked...Jamaican.

You know you can tell a Jamaican just by how them dress and thing and their hair choices.

On my birthday.

Well is not like we deh or anything so him free to do whatever him want. Finally averting my eyes from the dancing girl my eyes met his.

A look of confusion and an unreadable glint in his eyes. Not maintaining whatever this was, I went further into the cheering crowd looking for a JAMAICAN dance partner.

Average height, mid-facial features. He looked lonely so taking advantage of the opportunity, I made sure he and I were at an angle that Vladimir could see and....mi gwaan wid mi self to Alkaline song "Nice and Easy"

Birthday festive bad. Inna way.....

Making sure eye contact was maintained between Vladimir and I, sexually, I slowly grinded on the guy behind me.

That felt good. Again?

I continued my actions liking the pleasure I felt from doing it.

The contact my teeth made with my bottom lip took me out of my state of bliss.

Vladimir's eye was no longer on me on the guy but on the girl in front of him. His lips moved and the girl nodded leaving him.

He looked...how did he look? His expression was unreadable.