2 comments/ 2547 views/ 2 favorites The Mind of a Wayne Head Ch. 01 By: nofilter_davira Driving to my first day of college I pull out my Diamond picturesque Bic lighter and spark my blunt filled with Mr. Nice Guy Kush. I'm anxiously nervous for my arrival to the University of Houston. Will I like my classes? What will the workload be like? Will I meet my future husband here? So many thoughts drive my mind as I drive this car toward my next journey. The smoke is thick yet the taste is smooth and subtle, hence the name. Now I probably shouldn't be smoking before my first day of going back to school in what feels like forever. But I'm a grown ass woman about grown ass things. I do as I please. As Mary begins to enter my system my body commences exhuming with warmth, eyes start to feel heavy, and my anxiety quickly takes the nearest exit. I start to get a tingle in my 'cudda that goes up my spine. Mary is one fire bad bitch that can do me as she wishes. I don't consider myself gay but with the way she fucking up my insides right now, mixed with my high level of morning hormones; she and any of her friends can get it. Something about Mary Jane can take a plain day and turn it into a blissful adventure. Every time I blow it's like lust in the air. The cupid blunt slowly burns because it was rolled to perfection. If it isn't a Garcia y Vega 'rillo then it just isn't too many other things. I exit the freeway and notice that after about10 minutes the blunt is only halfway done. I'm zooted and feeling lovely. And now my perspective is cloudy, senses feeling giddy, and my pussy wet off contact. I ash it out, wrap it up in a baggie, and put it away for my drive home. The anguish from my lack of sexual fulfillment at this moment has me feeling like I'm going to be floating around in my horniness all day. Unfortunately I don't have anyone to satisfy my lust for a meaty dick when I leave school. Looks like I'll be spending my evening re-acquainting myself with... myself! I roam around the parking lot near the stadium looking for a spot. It feels like 30 minutes have gone by but really only 10 by the time I'm able to park. Goodness how about they invest some money in parking because this is ridiculous. Looks like too many students and not enough spaces. Where they do that at? Once I step out of my car I stretch and take a deep inhale. The air for some reason smells like Mr. Nice Guy. But then again, I did just hop out of Kush-filled sauna. I start walking to my first class, Psychology. I have all my classes labeled on a map. I get ready to cross the street from the parking lot and realize I left my iPhone, Andy Warhol satchel, and my schedule all in the car. Maybe this is the reason why I shouldn't have chosen to smoke before class. Shaking my head, I turn back around and start the trek back to my car. I have about 20 minutes before class starts and it took me a whole 10 just to walk this far. This is going to be a long day. I finally make my way back to the campus. I ran all--well let me not lie to myself. I ran half the way back here and the energy I exerted, expended some of the Mary out of my system. I slip on my white and red Beats by Dr. Dre headphones and find a quaint bench where I can quickly gather my thoughts and find my class. Good thing I have a printed map handy because it is hot and this campus is massive. I could have wandered around endlessly while perspiring and baking in this sweltering heat. It's so hot I can't even sit on this bench without my bare thighs' feeling like an iron is pressed up against them. If I anticipated sitting outside I wouldn't have worn coochie cutters today. But the first impression leaves a lasting impression so any hot guy I pass; I want him to visually take in my entire rump ass. I dressed it up with my Ralph Lauren Blue Label white & black collared polo over the white and black Space Jams. Yeah I'm looking spiffy! With some White on Black Tinted Gucci shades on my eyes I know I look good and so does this damn heat that keeps radiating off of me. As I peer at the map I begin wondering which buildings the sexy Lil Wayne once blessed with his presence when he attended my school. He's the only famous semi-alumni that I know of. I know he only took classes at UH for a brief moment. But just knowing that I possibly have or will walk on the same ground the man I fantasize about day in and day out, is enlightening. Hell, since I'm going down memory lane I might as well listen to my Tunechi Lee playlist while I make this treacherous walk. It doesn't appear to be that far and after re-glancing at my schedule I see that I actually still have another 30 minutes before it starts. But with this sun beating on me like a slave, this walk seems never-ending. By this time the sun has fried what little high I have left and I just want to be in some cool air. Damn back to Soberville. It is a hot, sticky, barely breezy day and many squirrels squirm around as they play. It's actually a calming walk in between classes to be engulfed in such a serene atmosphere while jamming the hype, clever words of Lil Wayne. Something about his words can capture you and take you on a ride, like a flying dragon spitting fire on all the shitty rappers. I could jam his music profusely. I keep all of his new music in constant rotation for at least three months or until, that is... he drops something new. By the time I get to class, in the Agnes Arnold Hall, I see I'm 20 minutes early. I peek open the large oak wooden double-door to see if anyone is in there already. A few people are scattered across the large auditorium sized classroom. There is no stage but open space towards the front of the room and a whiteboard for when the Professor lectures. There is a birch wood podium and projector hanging from the tall, deep ceiling. This is a very large class. Looks like the seats can accommodate over 400 students. This elates me because I virtually have the leisure to select any seat I want. I know I'm one that tends to not pay attention plus I don't want the Professor calling on me so wherever I sit it's got to be somewhere in the back. Well I'll just do it like I do at the movies and sit at the back, in the middle, so I can have a perfect holistic view of the class... and the cuties more importantly! Matter of fact, let me not forget to do a cutie count while I finish letting Wayne rape my ears and I get snug in my seat. Class is always interesting with some eye candy to look at. I take a seat in the auburn clothed theater seat and gaze upon the students as they walk in. People of different races and nationalities enter and I wonder if I will see a familiar face. Being a native from Houston, I know of a handful of other people from my high school that went here and then some. Besides, the world is just too small. You never know who you're going to walk into, even in a large city like Houston. While scoping the class scene I see a light skin, green eyed student with sandy brown curly hair walk into the class. My eyes stalk him to his seat in anticipation that he may look my way and decide to sit by me. He strolls all the way down to the third row by the inside aisle. Now, either this is his favorite subject; he has bad eye sight, or really wants to concentrate in this class. There are over 30 rows and he chooses to sit all the way in the front! Well at least he's smart and if not, he's a hard worker. Lusting at this cutie's masculine beauty while listening to Lil Wayne's 'She Will', re-ignites that sexual flame in me. With Wayne's sexy voice in my ear and with this eye candy handy I can feel my pleasure bells ringing down below. I can give it to anyone, anytime to this song! The empowering beat and melodic words just make me want to get freaky and lose my mind in the world of sex. Ooh sing it Wayne: "I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine. Eat her 'til she cry, call it wine and dine." Yes you can wine and dine on me anytime! With only five minutes to go until my 10 AM class starts, students begin flooding through the doors. I see a lot of cheerful faces among a sea of varying races. They're pouring in so robust it's hard for me to keep up with my cutie count. So far I'm only at a possible two. In next to no time this class is filled to the core. So full that people are sitting in the back... on the floor! There must be over 425 students in here. I pause my Tunechi Lee playlist, remove my Beats and get ready for class as I see a distinguished male step up to the podium. "Class, I am one of your TA's for this semester. Unfortunately Professor Carter is running a little late. He shall arrive in about 15 minutes so until then you can talk amongst yourselves." Whelp I'll take this time to get as cozy as possible in this cramped seat. To my left is a heavy-set freckled ginger. She has a Diet Coke on her extendable writing desk with a bag of BBQ Lays in hand. And to my right, luckily is an empty seat so I can swivel my way right to maximize my personal space. I take in the new atmosphere and begin pondering. So my professor's name is Professor Carter... How sexy? But it would be hellified sexier if THE Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. was my teacher. I know he could teach me some things, oh yes I know he can. From his seductive domineering word play to his many baby mammas and appearance in Super Head aka Karrine Stefan's tell-all book, CONFESSIONS OF A VIDEO VIXEN, I know he can put it down. And even if he couldn't, my lust and deep infatuation for him would cause me to believe that he could! I slip back on my Beats headphones so I can allow the vibrations of Wayne's undeniable sexy charisma to take me away for these next 15 minutes. The next song on his playlist that runs is a new single he is featured on called 'All The Time' by Jeremih ft. Natasha Mosley and the oh so panty wetter Lil Wayne himself. I feel like the song takes the words right out of my mouth... "I could fuck you all the tiiiiiiiiiiiimmmeee." With words like: "Pussy for breakfast, that's how I start my day. My dick is a pen it's written all over her face." I want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every snack in between. Just like he said in his rendition to 'No Lie': "Man I'm shit faced and yo bitch facin', she high too. My number 1 F-A-N, you know what that means... Fuck All Night!" Fuckin' right Wayne. "Fuck this pussy!" Oops, did I just let that slip out loud? His words have me fully charged in the moment. I turn left to the ginger next to me to see if she heard me and her face is deep in her bag of chips, trying to lick up every crumb. The people in front of me didn't turn around. Looks like I was able to escape that brief peril of embarrassment. I clamber my face in my arms and rest my head on my desk while Wayne finishes enticing my sound canal. Wondering how long it's going to take Professor Carter to show up, I allow the real Professor Carter to enlighten me on the proper way a real man eats pussy. The ravaging, irresistible 'Pussy Monster' comes on. And who can tell it better than the pussy monster himself, Tunechi. He says: "I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussyyyyyy. Show me dat pussy and imma show you where to put it. You know I could make it rain, wit ma hurricane tongue. Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la. Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, HA!" Oh I can imagine that alright and I can surely show you where to put it. I let my mind do more exploring and envision that I'm stepping into my History of New Orleans Music class taught by Professor Dwayne Carter Jr. at YMCMB University. I've fancied having a career in the music industry since... forever! This is my first semester and I've already selected my major as Music Production and I'm doubling it up with an Audio Engineer one to expand my skill sets. I want to become a mogul in the music industry, like the female version of Diddy, but on another level. Diamond Mind Entertainment would become a powerhouse for talent outside the realm of normalcy. Walking into the jet like classroom I see swivel theater seats that recline and include a pop up desk with iPod/iPhone docking station attached. The whole decor of class is bright red with hints of white, black, and silver. I take a seat in the chair in the middle of the cock pit and as I do, the space creeps in and class begins. "Welcome to my class Diamond!" Ooh he knows my name already. How flattering, well maybe that's because this is my daydream so I'm the captain of this fantasy. With only me in the class Professor Carter locks eyes on me and proceeds with his greeting. My chair rotates into a lock position and glides forward, three feet away from his red tinted glass desk that looks like its teetering on a Libra scale, yet secure. On one scale lies a stack of money, gold, and diamonds, while the other is weighed down with weed, a medley of pills, shrooms, and Promethazine. He sits in a chrome and ostrich leather massage seat and kicks his feet up. From head to toe he is dressed in a Trukfit SnapBack, camo blazer over a black and white YMCMB tee that sits atop some Trukfit board shorts and tall white and black Huf socks tucked in Adidas Camo Teddy Bear Jeremy Scott Edition sneaks. "This semester I'm going to be your captain and take you on a jet setting trip through the history of music in my hometown, the city of New Orleans, ya dig. Now I assume you already know a lot about me, so please stand up and properly introduce yourself Diamond." I rise to the occasion with no hesitation and as my legs elongate behind the desk my mini skirt rises up to where you can see more skin then cloth. Once I fully stand I notice his low, red eyes veer down to my birth canal. If my pussy had eyes right now they would probably be having a stare contest with his. "Well Professor Carter --" "Call me Tunechi." "Okay Tunechi, as you already know my name is Diamond. I strive to exude brightness in life by infectiously sharing my positive energy. Which brings me to why I'm so passionate about becoming a music producer. I want to give all of the Diamond in a Rough's a chance to really flourish and prosper. But frankly the main reason I selected this particular class is because of YOU. I'll admit, I'm a huge fan of your work but more so a fan of you as a person." "Word? Well don't stop explaining now." "I fell in love with your music and once I became a Wayne Head—," I began to press on. "Watch how ya use your words." Baffled by his sharp interjection, I continued my spill. "...I had a new outlook on you as a person. You are individually unique. You don't have to follow a trend to be cool because in a way you help to set the trends. Now forgive me for my honesty. But the way you carry yourself with not a care in the world, all the while knowing you have it in the palm of your hands is a major turn on. I once thought you were not physically appealing but somehow you became very sexy to me. Your charisma and how you put it down in your music speaks volumes over a pretty boy. Your confidence is highly heard over the airwaves and felt. And really it's your confidence that made me take a second look at you. In your album 'The Carter', at the end of your first single 'Bring it Back' you said: "I'm the best rapper alive, since the best rapper retired." This one line brought so much controversy because the only Lil Wayne that the world really knew of, was just another member of the Hot Boys and Cash Money Millionaires. I laughed at how cocky you came off but little did everyone know, you were speaking the truth. Heck, you ARE the truth. To me I felt like as soon as you said that and rightfully claimed your spot as the best, your career took off and you made plenty of people eat their words... even me! You spoke it into existence. You have so much respect from other peers in the music industry and that speaks for the hundreds, if not more, features that you have done that expand from Hip Hop/Rap, R&B, Pop, Rock, and beyond. You are a man of many talents and I am just honored to be in your presence." "Thank you. That was a gratifying introduction. I dig that, ya heard me. I didn't know it would become about me but I can't complain. 'I ain't go no worries' that you'll do just fine in this class. Now take your skirt off," Tunechi boldly demands! His last statement has me shell shocked. Isn't this class and I'm supposed to be learning? Hmm but this is Lil Wayne like the real deal Holyfield live in effect. I'm frozen in dismay at his abrupt instructions. "See one thing about this class is that you must pay attention," he continued. "I noticed in your intro you said I made you eat your words. And today I'm not going to lecture since it's the first day. Let's use today to learn about each other so this class can be a smoking breeze, ya dig." He took a moment to pause, licked his lips and eye scanned my body. "PUSSY!" He rashly states. "Huh?" He had me at hello but now I'm thinking this nigga has Tourettes Syndrome or something. "Well I made you eat your words, so now I WANT to do the same." I pondered like this was one of those infamous Lil Wayne metaphors that took time deciphering. Once I realized why he blurted out 'pussy' it hit me like a fully charged vibrator to my g spot. I elatedly grin from ear to ear as I drop my skirt to my ankles. My trimmed fat pussy remains clothed in a black and red laced thong. "Ooh nice, I see ya came prepared," Tunechi commends. "You only live once, so it's a must I stay ready." "Hmm not only are ya headstrong but your body makes me want to pounce on you like a hungry Lion. Mmm you so damn hot I want to be the air to your fire." "Do as you please, Tunechi baby. Class isn't over yet and I would love to know you better... All of you!" I step from around my desk and slow pace forward. I take a seat on his desk and spin around on my voluptuous ass so I can get up close and personal. I scoot towards him so my glistened pussy lips can easily be seen and reached. I plant my feet on his spread out knees and he wheels the chair closer so now his face is eye to eye with my chest. Tunechi extends my legs over his shoulders, kneels his head down and begins stamping his kisses on my inner thigh. He slides his hands under my ass and start squeezing like each cheek is a stress ball. As he gets closer and closer to my Nila, I turn his hat backwards so nothing obscures his view. With hands clawing in my golden hiney it feels like I'm getting a deep tissue massage. When he kisses his way up to the outside of my doors he goes skating with his tongue, does an ollie and licks down my inner left thigh. The trail follows up to my right one and all around the area not protected by garments. He lifts his head up sharply. "You're like the Thanksgiving I neva had and I'm ready ta feast. Now excuse me while I give ya your first lesson of the semester. I'm gonna teach you how a real man eats pussy, ya dig. Take lots of notes." "I told you I stay ready. I got this. I'm going to ace this class." He buries his head back into my lap and uses his Diamond grilled teeth to zestfully remove my thong. His teeth clench tightly onto my laced cloth as he travels it all the way from its home to the floor. Then Tunechi reaffirms his palms with my ass and lifts me up so he can position me closer to him. He places my pussy right in his face, front and center, so now my legs hang down across his back. My thunder thighs support his neck like a neck brace. "Ooh ya look wet for days. I could eat you all year." "Well you are the teacher and this is your class. So teach me about why they call you the Pussy Monster." "Good student." He chuckles. "Pardon my manners," Tunechi says after removing his hat. His dreads are braided to the back and longer than the length of my legs draping across it. He dives in... all the way in! He licks my mustering juices up and down with his tongue fully expanded. My pearl becomes an oyster with his lustrous licking on my open canvas. As he begins sucking on my clit he lets go with his right hand and continues holding me up with his left. He then effervescently inserts his index and middle finger into my pussy and ass respectively... At the same damn time! It feels so invigorating I have to scream out. He turned me into a bowling ball, while dining on my pearl lane. The Mind of a Wayne Head Ch. 01 "Ooh Weezy F Baby... You can fill me up and fuck all you want!" His mouth and fingers render me shaking profusely. He slides around both of my pleasure points and dances his way to my soul. Tunechi eloquently continues caressing my clit with his tongue. His head giving skills are unbelievable and have me feeling a strong type of way. I clench my thunder thighs tight around his neck and begin guiding his head in me. In moments my legs become fully paralyzed like that initial moment when you catch a Charlie Horse cramp. "Ooh Tune, you got my Nila purring something fierce." "Oh yes baby she purrin' alright." He goes to work stroking his fingers faster and faster like a drill. He demolishes my pussy with his fingers and I explode! Not only was this the first time I had all three erogenous zones fully activated but never in ever-dom has a man finger fucked both of my holes at the same damn time. Tunechi's head game was untouchable, I can only imagine like the male version of Superhead. My body is acting so brand new, my convulsions look like I'm having a seizure. This feels like my first orgasm all over again. In fact, this introduction introduced me to a whole new kind of pleasure... It was Waynerrific to say the least. But nooo Tune doesnt't stop there, he catches all of my creamy juices and begins vacuuming up my sweet drippings with his mouth. "Mmmm I got a mouth full of Diamonds and baby, it's priceless." He licks his glossy lips and expresses. His mouth feels like he's was making a platinum hit in my studio. He licks all around my Godiva chocolate and swirls his tongue in my inner walls like trying to clean the inside of a Jell-O shot. I'm so amazed at his work that the moment feels so incredibly unreal. Here is Lil Wayne signing his name all over my pussy and I don't know how to act. "Since you're the King of the Jungle it's time for your Simba to meet my Nila." The Mind of a Wayne Head Ch. 02 He sits me back down on the desk and stands up. As he rises I can see a bulge in his shorts, once he drops them to his ankles his strong Simba winks at me from his Trukfit boxers. I hop off the desk and help him to fully undress so I can admire and indulge in his work of art. He wasn't lying when he said his body was: "marked up like a subway in Harlem" Call me a tourist because I am so ready to sight see his body. I run my fingers across his chest and down his stomach into his heavenly mosh pit. My hand slides into the sides of his briefs and I pull myself closer to him. "Simba meet Nila," I toy. "No, no, no," Tunechi exclaims! He removes his briefs expeditiously and places his firm dick in between my legs. "Now meet Nila," he reaffirms. His body is radiating with warmth and the feeling of his rod right beneath my pussy makes me want to say 'fuck the meet and greet, let's just fuck'. I slightly push him forward so I can examine his chocolate lollipop. It's thick, veiny, and above average length... just the way I like it. But not only that, it's upward curvature causes it to make eye contact with me when I veer down. The more I stare at it the more I begin to believe that Simba is really winking at me. I'm surely ready for this curve ball, I think to myself. I wonder; what it would look like with my name tatted on his dick? My dick crazed thoughts are broken by his instructions. "Turn ova and bend across the desk." "Yes Professor Tunechi," I gladly follow his command. I swiftly turn around, place my forearms on the sturdy platform, arch my back, and toot my ass back on his dick. I feel all giddy and the wait of his entrance has me anxious and antsy like I'm at a race line about to run a marathon. "Whoa there tiger," Tunechi alarms me as I gyrate my basketball booty up, down and all around his chocolate pole. His dick is so hard every time it moves in the slightest compromising position it bounces back like a spring door stopper. My ass slides up and down his pole like a stripper. As my paradise becomes doused in wetness so does his one-eyed willy which is now covered in my sea of juices. "Time for me to suit up so I can go deep sea diving in ya hidden valley." He bends down to retrieve his dick suit and fully suits and boots up. I inch back, point my toes inward and get prepared for Lil Wayne, the beast, to take me to Wayne's World and back! He probes his rock hard pistol into my warm, sobbing wet pussy. Tunechi begins stroking slowly to feel me out entirely. "Damn bae, you got some grade A pussy... Yo shit feel like heaven on earth." "Thank you. Does that mean I get an A for the course?" "Ya you can have all that shit." "Well right now I want all of THIS shit." I affirm while viciously throwing my ass back. His stance becomes so planted and firm that each plop back sounds like a mat slapping against a vinyl floor. His dick fits so snug in my pussy like being wrapped in a snuggie on a cold winter night, trying to warm up by the fireplace. A few minutes of gold digging and this dick right here, reigns supreme! All hail the Mighty Tune. Tunechi lifts my right leg onto the desk and pulls my hair with his left hand while he quarterbacks himself in me full charge. "Yeaaaa, that's right.... Fuck.... This...... Pussy Weeeezy," I wail out in pleasure. His dreads swing a loose and his grip on my hair brings me so close to his body that his locks have now become my locks as they rest on my shoulder. I lean forward and reposition both of my legs on the desk. I try to hang on for dear life while he rams his meat deep in me. Tunechi takes me to the studio and beats my pussy up like an 808 drum. The vibrations from my ass clapping and his balls slapping can surely be heard across the empty room. He vigorously keeps pumping deep into my tunnel of love. I begin beating on the surface because my whelps and moans aren't enough to express the feelings my body is channeling through. I yell out in ecstasy as my body travels through a cosmic orgasm."Oooh Tunechi Lee where have you been all my life? You got that untouchable dick cuz ain't nan of these niggas fucking with yo skills." "I been up, up and away," he snickers at himself. My juices squirt all over him and hose him down. Fucking can't get any better than this and it only has me feigning for more. I turn around and gaze at him. "Let me clean your stage so we can prepare for sound check and I can check your mic." I hop off the desk in anticipation to finally taste his gift to all women and motion for him to take my place and get comfortable. I massage his chest while I lick up every last drop of my nectars off of him. His dark chocolate skin has me ready to devour his sweet, healthy treat. My tongue ripples down his torso. I caress his jewels in my left hand while I remove his suit with my right. I want to taste every fiber of his lollipop. His dick is strong and glistening. I pop it in my mouth and suck on the head like a crawfish. My tongue flickeres at the underside of his head while my lips and jaws lock intently. I lick down his shaft, all the way to his ball court. I take both in my mouth and swoosh them around my cheek pockets. Then I allow my tongue to creep to his g spot, in between his balls and anus. I tantalize and take my time to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime full service event. "Ooh you're so tasty. Can you be my everlasting gobstopper?" "Ya but right now I'm ready for some mo' dessert." "You already had it tho." "No my dear, that was breakfast. THIS is dessert." He corrects while masterfully sticking two fingers in my still moist pussy and instructing me to get on top of him. I put my pussy in his face while I face his microphone. I clear my vocals so I can deeply sing his way to Diamondville and back. He spreads my bottom lips open and – ~ [Rick Ross grunt] "Ungh!" Why does he all of a sudden sound like Rick Ross? "Ungh!" A few taps braze my shoulder and I lift my head up. It was the ginger sitting next to me, struggling to get out of her seat. "Umm class is over now." "OVER? Dang how long was I out?" "Well we had a full class but you didn't miss much! We didn't do any work and some rapper named Little Wayne stopped in the class to say hello to one of his old professors that's why the Professor was running late." "Really?! Well I hope he comes back. I hate I missed that." Here I am having a daydream about sucking, licking, stroking, and fucking Lil Wayne and he was here in my real presence. Why didn't ginger wake me up? Whyyyy?! "Yes, he stayed the whole class and left a few minutes before it was time to go." I didn't have time for anymore conversation I jetted out of the class in search to find Lil Wayne, the pussy monster, so I could really put it on him. I reminisce on my love for him as a rap artist while I blindly comb the large campus. This is going to be like searching for a needle in a haystack. He is a beast with his words and I know he got that fire to my flame. Ever since my sophomore year of high school, when I bought my first bootleg CD, I've had a fancy for Lil Wayne. 'The Carter' album opened my ears to this outlandish, creative New Orleans native. He had everyone walking the halls of school reciting his rhymes. Like: "Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit! Got these otha hatas pissed cuz my toilet papers thick, I know." But one of my favorites was: "I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front... One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt. Ya get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad, if ya lookin for that holla at ya boy." I still don't know what it is about that line that intrigued me so much. Then once I found respect and wanted to help contribute to this artist, I moved Lil Wayne to my 'buy music only, category'. I purchased his Dedication 2 mixtape some months later and that's when I fell in love with the sounds he put out. From 'Getting Some Head' to 'Georgia Bush' he was able to tackle issues he was most passionate about. At the inception of my sexual adventures this song swept me up like dirt to a bristle. The first verse from this song was in my head day in and day out: "Ridin' wit a bitch I call Hot Mouth Shelly, She pop them ecstasy and get that cotton mouth heavy. I give her bottle water, bitch break out sweatin'. And then she get straight to that head like a fuckin' Excedrin. I'm a fly ass nigga, take a look at me bitch. Now hoe go and tell the cops I got a crook in my dick, Straight gutta bitch, open like a hook in a fish. I got a lady from Paris who French kiss my shit. Why you think I gotta tint my whip, Cuz I be getting some head right in my shit. Say you love that woman but that been my bitch, And if you kiss that woman then you suck my dick. These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin'. I got a bitch with a mouth like that boy Ken Griffey. When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin', And if you ever saw me wit' one of those video vixens... I BE GETTIN' SOME HEAD!" It actually made me proud and not ashamed to say 'I give head'. His glorification of something so raunchy at the time, motivated me to step my head game up. Matter of fact it opened up the sexual beast in me to a whole new world. It was like being the match to my sexual flame. Wooh! This day got me feeling some type of way. I feel like I could go home and pleasure my paradise while flooding my ear waves with his music. Like cut off the lights, and light some candles type of way. I mean that, envision he was in my very presence and just the scent of him would get my pussy crying. That I'm fucking my own self so good thinking of you, that for a minute it's like you actually were here. He just got that make me feel any kind of way aura. He's just that dude. If Wayne isn't speaking about street life, drugs, women, social politics... or not being human then he just isn't Wayne. The fact that he speaks his mind on relevant issues and stands up for his people and what he believes in, but of all carries himself like he is his own unique creation is what I find so sexy in him. Lines like: "...Hurricane Katrina we shoulda called it Hurricane Georgiaaa...Bush. Then they tellin ya'll lies on the news. The white people smile like everything's cool. But I know people that died in that pool. I know people that died in them schools. Now what is a survivor to do? Got no trailer, you gotta move. Theyyy tell you what they want. Show you what they want. But they don't let you see what's really goin on, make it look like a lot of stealin goin on. Boy them cops is killa in my home. Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street. I aint no thief, I'm just tryna eat. Man FUCK the police and President Georgiaa... Bush. Sooo what happened to the levees? Why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that lived by the levee that keep on telling me they heard explosions. Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy, 1965, I ain't too young to know this. That was President Johnson but now it's Georgiaaa... BUSH!" ...showed me that beyond the extremities that have made him the man he is, he is one of substance and depth. And ever since that mixtape, I've been a Wayne Head! I continued to speed walk aimlessly throughout the campus. All I needed to see was a dark figure with long swaying dreads and my treasure hunt would be complete. As long as I knew Lil Wayne was still on campus, class could wait. How often does a famous rap artist, let alone famous person at all cross your path? Not often. I walk pass the library and see a gang of students chit chatting. Their vocal engagements drift over the busy campus like juicy gossip. "Lil Wayne is the man, dude!" A lanky white boy from the rustled crowd speaks out. The more I tune in, I begin to realize that they are all talking about Lil Wayne. He must have just graced this area. On a mission to find my man, I had to ensure upon my assumptions. "Hey, have any of you seen Lil Wayne cross here?" I asked, addressing the crowd. "I wish!" A high pitched female answers. "We were just talking about how we're pissed that we missed him while he was on campus." "Wait... So that means he left already?" A hopeful bewildered look overcame my face. "Yeah apparently he came just to visit one of his old professors cuz he was in town and that's it." "Man I would have killed to be in that class when he came."Another obvious Wayne Head replies. "Damn!" I snap in frustration. ARGH! I turn around and start walking off my self-pity. I was this close to seeing him live and in effect. What a morale killer. I'm half way through my first day of college and I can't even concentrate on... COLLEGE! Arghhh, let me go have a meeting with Mary Jane and get an uplifting experience before my next class in 30 minutes. Thank goodness I only have two classes today. My other three are on my Tuesday/Thursday schedule. I walk towards Cullen St. to make my way to the exhausting parking lot. I approach the corner and hear rolling wheels speeding on the concrete surface behind me. The pedestrian signal gives me the okay to cross and before I can cross I am startled by a firm grab-n-go slap on my ass! The Mind of a Wayne Head Ch. 03 "AUGH!" I lash out and look over to see what disrespectful idiot just violated my temple. "Sorry but that fat ass was screamin' fa me to take action... I had no choice, ya dig." The rude culprit arrogantly said in an accent not native to Houston. In astonishment I instantly rescind my thoughts once my vision focuses in... "Lil Wayne gets a pass to slap this ass any time it calls him." I openly offer to the man I've been dreaming and lusting over all day. "Can I skate wit' ya and shoot the shit?" His question floats out of his mouth and sounds like music to my ears. "What kind of fan would I be to turn that down?" "Oh so you're a fan... and a hot guhl at that!" He looks back and the gleaming shine from his Diamond smile feels like a magnet to my very presence. Black Tom Ford frames hide his eyes. While extensively long, strong locks sway across his white crew neck Rich Gang tee. The shirt perfectly cuffs his gallery of art body and laps over khaki cargos. On his skateboard rests red and black Sceptre kicks by Supra. He's wearing his very own brand. How many people can you say that about? He takes his right foot off the board to kick back and slams into the curb. The force sends him in the air stumbling to not collapse. A nearby tree catches his fall. "Fuck! Excuse me but my coordination is off when I'm sober and--" He affirms himself straight and veers his eyes into mines, "... I was caught off guard. You got that twin beauty. You look good from the back AND the front, ya heard me!" I extenuate my lips and cheese until my cheeks say no more. "Before you initially blessed my presence I was heading to my car to spark some. My Mary is your Mary. You are welcome to join!" Please say yes, please say yes, I wish to myself. "See I knew that ass was callin' me fa a reason. You already know the time of day." I rejoiced at every word he sent my way. "My Mercedes Sprinter is parked by Hoffeinz. We can zoot up in there." I was new to campus but knew exactly where that was at. The Hoffeinz Pavillion is basically for basketball games, graduation, and other ceremonies. "Okay but I gotta get it outta my car first." Good thing I brought my sack otherwise this could have been a once in a lifetime opportunity I would regretfully miss. I quickly guided him to the car in anticipation of what would happen next. In what seems like forever we finally arrive at my car. "You know I can actually drive us over there if you're cool with that." He appears to take a second's thought. {Kanye shrugs} "Ya bruh! This Houston heat roasts a nigga. Fuck. I can't even think straight!" OMG this day can't get any better. I get to have Lil Wayne's body touching the interior of my ride. I'm going to loathe in the essence he leaves behind once we depart. We get in the car and I get ready to start the engine. "Mmm I was hopin' you didn't have some Reggie Bush but that pack is playing loud and screaming kush." "No sir!" I reach in my center console and pull out the sack of Mr. Nice Guy. "I don't fux with Reggie eitha. I know that's not on your Mary diet. This is some Mr. Nice Guy Kush though." "Aaah I've heard of that strain. Well Gucci, my new hot guhl gonna show me what it's all about." I giggle away my blushing. "Oh so you've never had it. Well it is real smooth." I put the key in the ignition to hurry and air out our hot bodies. The radio blasts on and 'Romance' off of his 'I Am Not A Human Being II" compilation rushes out of the speakers. He reaches to turn it down. "I'm impressed. You gettin' all the caramel brownie points. Damn I'm going to need somethin' to eat afta I get the munchies." {Lil Wayne laugh} With his fingers still on the volume dial he turns up his musical creation, full blast! I pull out of the parking spot and see a couple of students walking through the cars to cross to the next aisle. One looked over and while walking past takes a double look. "Bro, that's Weezy!" The passing student appeared to say to his friend while pointing. I keep the vehicle in motion and he gives them a head nod. "Was up bruh?!" He says behind the half-tinted glass. He reclines the seat to where only his forehead can be seen through the window. I turn right, out of the parking lot toward Cullen. The Hoffeinz Pavillion is parallel to the stadium lot so I know I should see it in a matter of meters. Wayne relaxes and jams his shit. I make a left at the light and immediately see his tricked out Black on Chrome Mercedes Sprinter parked up ahead to my left. I retreat to the nearest parking lot, across from it, and luckily find a spot on prime real estate. It is located right at the corner facing the street. We get out of the car and he hops right back on his skateboard. He swiftly kick, pushes across the street. As we approach the sprinter, the door automatically opens. "How did it do that," I inquire. "Keyless entry. I have an app on my iPhone that picks up the signal of the door when I'm like within 5 feet and unlocks it." "Dope. I need that." I step up and instantly melt in comfort. I could live in this thing. There is seating for at least eight people. The black ostrich leather and platinum seats are luxuriously laid. Two along the right side appear to rotate and recline. The rest in the back look like they can transform into a bed. "This is really spacious. You could fit a bed in here." "Actually the seats in the back transform to a bed." He confirms my assumptions. At least a 40" inch sized flat screen TV is framed into the left wall of the vehicle. Close to it, behind the driver's seat is a mini bar. There are TVs in the headrests and on the side panels in the back are touch screen computers. The top of the jaw dropping ride is immersed in a beautiful mural of the galaxy, out trimmed in red LED lights that run throughout the interior. "Have a seat, wherever." I take his direction and mosey to the far back. I relax in what feels like memory foam seats. From my close view now, I can see speakers on the side of each headrest. This thing is plushed out, but why empty? "Can I ask you a question?" I mustered myself to inquire. "I ain't got no worries. Blast away!" "Well I know celebrities usually roll with an entourage and I know YMCMB rolls deep. So why are you by yourself?" He sits down next to me, leans back and the seat turns into a recliner with a kick up leg rest. "Well I ain't come here alone. I came with a few of my camp. One is out on a hunt for Mary and Molly while the others are hunting for that putty tat." "Oh okay." "I was headed back to my sprinter to take a power nap cuz I been up 2 days but you crossed my line of vision and woke me up into next week, ya dig. Now I'm sitting here with... I'm sorry I don't even know your name." "Diamond!" I confidently announced. He removes his shades, encompasses my right hand into his, kisses it and looks me in the eyes. "Diamond..." He let my name linger on his tongue like the swirl of some fine wine meeting each of his taste buds. "No wonder you shine so bright. That's fitting. So you're a man's best friend then. Well I'm gonna make you Wayne's best friend. That's, if you don't mind Miss Diamond." My jaw drops in amazement at his statement. Today was just turning out to be too good. First I get out of my first class early, on account of my steamy daydream. Oh shit, class! I think to myself. Oh well fuck it! This is Lil 'mutherfuckin' Wayne. Anyhow so then I have the best daydream ever. I wake up to find out Lil Wayne himself is in my near vicinity. I ran into him, okay maybe the other way around. But every minute since then just seems to get better and better! He pushes a button under his seat and a smoker's stash box pops out. It is complete with a grinder, selection of pipes, g pens, papers, bogey blunts, Garcia y Vega's, and a lighter. He points to a 3 x 5 inch rectangular compartment. "This is where the weed would go if I had some, damn I miss Mary." "Well if yo people can't find any I can put you down with my connect before you depart Houston." "Gucci. And if that nigga can't find a plug then he's fired. Hell that's what I hired him for so if he can't do that task then he ain't doing his job. I don't like ta waste money and I sho as hell don't play about my weed... I mean needs. " "Cool. I know you're Mister seven grams in a blunt but us regular folk gotta get it how we live. So I only have about two g's left but we can roll it all up." "No worries Ma, I got ya when he bring some." Oh so that means hopefully I should be in his presence longer than just a quick tote of Mother Nature. I put the sack in his hand like I'm entrusting him with my life. "I'll let you have the honors." "I don't usually roll, unless I'm poppin' a pill, ya heard me." "Well you should do it more often, it's such a good stress reliever. Rollin' a blunt is like pre-cum to a good orgasm." "Is that right? In that case, that nigga may really be out of a job." Lil Wayne broke down all of Mr. Nice Guy in his red 3.5" chromium grinder in 20 seconds, broke down his bogey blunt in 10, and stuffed and sealed Mother Nature's gift in 30. He deserves a Guinness world record for this one minute feat. For him to have retired from rolling blunts it's clear that when he left his work was put into the Hall of Fame. I would commend him myself but I don't want to come off as a newbie roller especially since I've been trying to up my rank in rolling skills. Once the blunt is lit, white thick smoke begins to cloud the Sprinter. An overcast of clouds wavers in the air a couple feet off the ground. He rolled it to perfection, even better than me, and began smoking it like this was a solo session and only passing it to himself. I finally get the blunt when it's almost halfway done. With anybody else I would've assumed the role of weed police and put a stop to this. But this is Lil Wayne, I can take that L. I hit the smooth Mr. Nice Guy and watch as he ties up his dreads. The crisp tee cuffs his arms tight and stretches out when his biceps flex. Mmm sexy! After hitting the blunt a handful of times the ashes have scarcely collected on the end. "This is real easy on a nigga throat. Well I'm sure there are things that are easier, but ya get my drift." He insinuates while wiping the corners of his lips with his two fingers. He looks like the munchies are coming upon him. After that comment I pass him back the blunt and it receives five more hits before coming back around. I follow suit and make sure to puff the magic dragon as much as possible before handing it back. Heck, with the way he smokes I may never see it again. Lil Wayne turns towards me and looks at my intently. His demeanor makes me feel like prey and I'm what's for dinner. "Thank you Miss Diamond you put a nice spin on my day. I dunno what else to say. Ya looked out for a nigga and you don't even have my telephone figgas. I mean I was goin' on a mission, ya heard me, 'til something beautiful came across my line of vision. Now my day is brighta cuz I found the most precious jewel and I jus might wanna make her a rida'." It's like he got high and everything he said became a rhyme. In awe by his words directed towards me I fish for a response in my head and I catch nothing. So much that I realize I'm high and what would have been a moment's thought turned into a dead long silence. "Forgive me. I'm high and still a little star struck," I apologetically admit. "I guess that makes both of us. Your luster illuminates more than the stars. I just came back from mars and I'm feeling Diamond struck. For once my mind ain't even on the bucks." {Lil Wayne laugh} The gleam in his eyes with his bright smile is new to me. The Lil Wayne I'm used to seeing in pictures or on TV hardly smiles long enough to take a mental picture. In fact now that I think if it... he smiles it's just never a naked smile. He always has shades over his eyes and behinds a man's eyes lies the keys to their soul. When he smiles he looks like a different man, a man I would become even more infatuated with. His smiles so uplifting and appealing that I can freeze frame this shot of him and glance at it all day. I don't know what all he sees in me compared to the millions of women he has come across but shiiiiit... I'll run with it! I'm eating his words up like it's my last meal. If he just said all of this to run game on me; call me the MVP... Most Valuable Pussy, that is. Just to hear my name ring out of his mouth touches me in all the right spots. Hell, just by being the man behind the name gets an all exclusive pass to my goodies. So he wants to be flirty... Hell I can do the same plus more. "It's very shocking to meet someone like you. Ironically since I been on campus today, you have been running a marathon in my mind. My subconscious must have manifested you into my life." I turned to him and spoke out. "I dig dat. Hmm so what else you wanna manifest?" I hope he knows what he's getting himself into, I chuckle at myself, asking these sort of questions. I grab his crotch and without a seconds thought, put claims on my wish list. "...THIS dick, in my mouth... now! I need you to truk ya new hot guhl." I demand. "Fuckin' right, I heard that mama. My kinda woman. She go for what she want which makes her ahead of her class. Let me find out you bout that life and tryna get a degree in dickology. I'll become the best teacher ya ever had." I respond with my mouth and drop to my knees while he unwraps my gift. Nothing like an extra early Christmas present to invoke the spirit with joy. He stands up, put his legs together and his cargos swiftly fall to the floor. I become eye to eye with his crotch and peel his Polo boxer briefs off like tearing the wrapping paper off of a gift. His semi hard chocolate bar is bold and beautiful. I waste no time sucking on the head of his almond joy and massaging the shaft to get the blood robustly pumping. "Ooh your chocolate tastes so good I feel like a kid in the Willy Wonka factory." "Yeaaaa, you're free to explore this factory, ya heard me," Lil Wayne adds. I suck on the head intently and swirl my tongue around his opening. I want to feel every bit of his dick hit every angle of my mouth... and this is just the beginning. His chocolate bar went from a puddy to a hard cocked fudge bar in little time. It became extra thick and grew to about 6-7 inches. I remove it from my mouth and admire it's beauty. I feel like I just hit the Texas lottery holding his dick in my hands. Hmm I wonder how much it would be if I cut it off and sold it? I sound like I'm turning into a crazy fan. Let me stop! "Can I see how many licks it takes to get to the center of your creamy lifesaver?" "By all means, do you!" "Okay then... Stand up I want you to fuck my mouth da--." He stood up quicker than I could finish my statement and hit me with his one-eyed willy in the eye. I take his strong pole and beat it across my face like I'm in a slap boxing match with his dick. He presses his palms at the roof of the Sprinter for support. I take in his dick inch by inch into my sloppy wet mouth. He begins fucking my mouth slow... H-Town style. Or shall I say that "slow motion fa me " N.O. style. I relax my jaw muscles and open my throat wide so I can feel him all throughout my bear trap. He places his hand behind my head to pull our counterparts together full force. Tunechi switches it up and begins fucking my face with vigilance like I just committed a crime. With both hands behind my back I keep my composure through the earthquake he endures on my mouth and keep it moving. I wasn't stopping until he had the very best of me and until his hurricane showered on my body. "Damn Ma. Hold up." He says while catching his bearings and sitting down. "You're gonna make me release all my soldiers and the war has yet to begin. I'm ready to feel that pussy then I wanna dine on ya buffet ." I didn't let that stop me. So I slow it down a bit for him and lick his Popsicle dick... Up, down, and all around. I spread open his legs and effervescently trickle my fingertips down his inner thigh as I rotate my head under his dick and begin sucking on his balls. With both balls lounging in my cheek pockets I flick my tongue on his Perineum for that extra kick of pleasure. "Oooooh I like how you do dat there," Lil Wayne cries out. I lock my jaw around his masterpiece and continue massaging his balls and Perineum with my fingers. I take long, slow strokes of his dick in my mouth. "Ughhh my soldiers are lining up and preparing for war." Tunechi screams out in anticipation. "Oh Tune, baby, I'm all ready. Lay them on me," I plead. I return to handless dick diving and begin taking off my clothes. I want him to place his soldiers all over my campus. I quickly unclothe everything but my shirt because I didn't want to break my form. "It's time," he screams out in pleasure. I swing my head back, remove my final pieces of clothing, and lay on the floor. "Ready, aim, FIRE!! Aughhhhhh!" His body tenses up as he releases his army all over me. I look like a bathing ape... showering in Lil Wayne's ever flowing juices. He sprays them on me like maneuvering a water hose. By the time he has finished his orgasmic relief, I have cum dripping all over me. From head to toe I'm covered in his love pudding and loving it. He gave me a facial with tears of joy, a pearl necklace, beaded belt, and a garter belt. Like my own personal Weezy Spa and shopping spree. He lays across the back seats and stretches out."Woooh I need anotha blunt." He expresses in exasperation of drained energy. I hear a deep voice approaching the sprinter. [Rick Ross grunt] "Ungh!" A tap on the door seconds later and I turn to see if Lil Wayne will get the door but he's knocked the hell out. With cum now splattered all over my body I get up to wake him. As I did I heard the door creep open. "Tunechi, bra you in there?" I hide behind one of the seats because I am still naked and very much wet. A big dark figure steps into the Sprinter. The vehicle rocks a bit and Lil Wayne sprints right up... dick out and all. "Oh shit!" He exclaims and quickly retreats in the back of the seat behind me. The feel of his warm body all over makes me want to back this thing up. Fuck whose watching, I just want every part of him in me. "Uh what's happenin' slime?" "Ungh! Oh my bad. I was in town and heard yo ass was up here so I brought Molly and Mary to the party." Rick Ross says. "Aite big dog, imma fuck wit ya in a minute I gotta finish my own party right now, ya dig. Imma get at ya when we ready for to hop on." Hop on? Aww fuck, I done got myself stuck in Waynes World and now this nigga thinks the whole team gets a ride. Hmm but I wouldn't mind letting Rozay "c-c-cock my legs and hit me from the back." Rick Ross steps back down the steps and each time he makes that relentless grunting sound, "Ungh, Ungh!" I hear it so much it sounds like its beginning to echo. Everything immediately fades to black. ~ When I come too I'm in class and everyone is leaving. The ginger next to me is struggling to get out of her seat. "Class is over but you didn't miss much," she politely relays to me. "The Professor just briefly introduced his course cuz he got a surprise visit from one of his old students... Some so-called famous rapper named Little Wayne." So-called? What rock has she been living under? But more so why do I feel like this is déjà vu. I ponder deep. Something is not right and now I feel all kinds of confused. So if I'm still in class that means when I thought I woke up I was really still asleep. And if my steamy daydream turned into an actual dream then what happened when I woke up? Or did I really wake up at all? Did I really just let Lil Wayne blow my brains out or is some trippy dream shit going on? Whatever it is I don't have time to find out. If this is real then that means I didn't really meet Lil Wayne. Ugh my quest continues to make my dreams come true. I rush out of class in search of Lil Wayne, the pussy monster, so I could really really put it on him. I race out of the auditorium like classroom trying to put the pieces together. The Mind of a Wayne Head Ch. 03 "Damnit here we go again!" TO BE CONTINUED...