Playing The Role visual (Trey Songz)

About this Visual:

My everyday is writing, so I'm always up for pleasing the fantasies of my sisters and others who appreciate my art. This visual was originally written for my sister back in-between Trey's Gotta Make It/In My Mind days (ya'll new fans don't know nothing bout them times), pre-haircut & hood dresscode (again, ya'll new fans know nothing about that roughneck Trey w/ the baggy jeans, beaters and the arrogance of a gatdamn BEAST! and should I get on the faces he made when he FELT a track? haha!) I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
 





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**This visual has strong language and sexual content. Please read with caution.

Playing The Role
Trey Songz Visual

1’o clock

2’o clock

3’o clock, 4…

Trey sat at his window pane, watching the light snow fall over his hometown. Man did it feel good to be home. Last time he was here, the sun was shining and the ice cream truck was coming down the street, bringing all the kids relief from the blazing sun.

5’o clock

6’o clock

7’o clock, 8…

He didn’t realized it, but time was flying, even with him wanting to slow things down for the day. He lazily pulled at his lengthy braid, sighing as he massaged his aching neck. What was he waiting for?

9’o clock

10’o clock

11'o clock, 12…

Midnight hit him with a vengeance and he staggered to his bathroom. So much for having fun today. He just felt too gloomy to do anything but watch the blizzard come his way. Stifling a moan from his aching joints, thanks to his unusual sitting for all of the day, he shuffled into the bathroom and dropped the only thing that was securing his nakedness from his empty home.

He knew he was sexually frustrated as soon as he hopped into the hot shower, letting the water frizz up his slick, braided hair. Two nights ago, he’d had the best one night stand. So good, it made him call up his girl and tell her it was over.

Well, in his dreams he did.

He gazed at the wall, once again reliving his intercourse of the other night. Love was her name, the name she’d went by. Damn if he didn’t think he fell in LOVE with her that night too.

She was a mystery, that girl Love. She didn’t wear short skirts, she didn’t waste her time on violent aggressiveness, and she absolutely adored him. He didn’t believe it at first, cause you can look into any eyes and see that they want you. But her body language didn’t scream, “Take Me Now Trey!” Instead she smiled softly, gave him a tedious hug, almost as if she didn’t want to touch him, and she made him feel special. More special than any other fan he’d met so far.

He bit his fist, thinking about her fat butt and how they fit in her small jeans. He was almost too afraid to touch her, but once she gave in to his charm, he found her easier to handle. She was rough, and edgy and…

Trey moaned a little, feeling his dick swell with just the tiny thought of her perky nipples. They tasted of the finest chocolate, and was hard like little cherries. He was able to suck on them for days, because she never tired of his juicy lips wanting to be all over them. Without another thought, Trey was handling himself, thinking of Love.

10 minutes into his fantasy, and almost one orgasm later, Trey groaned when he heard a voice that shattered his dreams, “Tremaine!”

Sucking his teeth, Trey hurried out of the shower, and into his bedroom, easily sliding into another pair of boxers and a wife beater. Pulling up his jeans, he left his room and roamed to the staircase, wondering who the hell would come in here and interrupt his ME time.

“Who’s there?” His voice boomed, as he walked into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Peeking into the kitchen, Trey’s mother smiled at him, asking for a minute of his time. “Someone’s here to see you.”

“I’m busy,” he said annoyed.

“Well, she’s a fan. And I think maybe you’ll like her. I found her around the corner at McDonalds and thought maybe you’d be excited to see her.”

“Come on ma, you cant just pick up strangers and bring them here. That’s foul,” he scolded for a minute before drinking the orange juice out of the carton. “She could be crazy.”

“She’s not, now come out here and say hi.”

Upset, Trey wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and followed his mother out of the kitchen.

---

Ivory sat looking around Mickey D’s, wondering what was taking her friend so long to come. She glanced at her watch again and sighed. It was snowing hard out now and she didn’t have a ride home. Her phone died awhile ago and she was stuck in Petersburg, very unfamiliar compared to her sweet Newport News, VA, where she stayed with her mother until classes started again in January.

She would be fine, except for every now and then this lady would stare at her as if she wanted to bite her. Sipping on her coffee, Ivory tried to look every which-a-way, except on the eyes of the person who was staring at her.

Finally giving up the contest, even though she lost from the beginning, Ivory stood and grabbed her coffee, walking towards the table of the woman. Sitting down in front of her, Ivory extended her arm and said a polite hello.

“How are you Love?” the woman beamed at her, and Ivory nodded. “I’m ok. How are you Ms. April?”

“Never better. What a small world. It’s amazing how I saw you only 3 days ago. What brought you here?”

“My friend goes to VSU… she’s staying on campus for winter break. I’m actually waiting on her now.”

Ivory looked at her watch again and sighed.

“Well, I know you’ve been in here for over an hour looking. And it looks as if the restaurants about to close.. it is after 1am. Would you like to stay over for the night. Or at least come with me so you can call your friend and see whats going on.”

Ivory pondered at that thought. She didn’t exactly feel too comfortable going with the lady. Yeah, she was 22, but it was embarrassing enough she had the best sex in her LIFE with this woman’s son not even two days ago. She just couldn’t impose on her, knowing the situation.

“I uh, I think I’ll pass on it,” Ivory said. Looking in her pocket for a quarter, she got ready to troop it on up the hill to the nearest payphone to curse her friend out. Shaking her hand again, Ivory walked away from her car and the restaurant.

“Isn’t this your car?” April said. “Not to be nosey. It is too cold out here to walk anywhere.”

“Yeah, it broke down on me on the way to the campus. Which is why I was waiting here…” Ivory said shaking her head.

“Well, come on and hop in the car with me. I promise I won’t try to kidnap you. You’re too sweet to be put into this situation.”

Laughing to herself, Ivory thought the same thing before she hopped into the passenger side of the luxury car.

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“Nice house,” Ivory admired as she walked up the 3 steps to the front door.

“Oh, I don’t live here. This is Trey’s house. I figured since he lives closer, we could come here and warm up a little first.”

Knees weakening, Ivory followed slowly into the house. “Whoa,” she said out loud. Not because the house was gorgeous, but because in the foyer was a big old sexy picture of Trey performing his very first set.

“Nice, huh?” Ms. April said without at all paying attention to Ivory’s drooling mouth. “Tremaine!”

Just hearing his name made Ivory think back to the time when he had her in the pretzel, pulverizing her walls while she screamed his name in the air.

“Can I.. uh, can I use the bathroom?” Ivory stammered, squeezing her legs together from her excitement.

“Sure can,” was the answer she got and she looked around her. She didn’t even know where the bathroom was! “It’s through that door, 2nd door on the left.”

“Thank you,” she rushed off, hearing Trey’s voice in the background. She tripped just straining to hear what he said as she walked off into the opposite direction.

After 5 minutes of calming herself down, Ivory wondered back into the foyer, trying not to look at the picture that would set off so much emotions for her. Instead she walked straight into the livingroom, and sat down on the sofa. She’d never thought in a million years she’d be sitting in Trey Songz house while he was in here doing God knows what. What if his girlfriend was here? She never met her before, but she tried real hard to forget about her, especially at the hotel in Virginia Beach when Trey was plugging her up with his manhood.

Ivory closed her eyes and imagined she was back in the room, ripping off his tee and licking his chest like she always wished she could do. Something came over her, because even though she was the biggest Trey Songz fan, she’d never see herself left in a room with him, about to take it to the extremity of pleasure.

She always wanted to wait until she was AT LEAST married to HIM. She laughed at that thought.

But Trey did something to her that night, he took her to a place she never entered before and apparently he was more than pleased with her, because when he checked his voicemail from his lady, he shrugged his shoulders and made love to her with his luscious lips and hot, wet tongue until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Catching her moan in her throat, Ivory reluctantly opened her eyes, and looked up at the ceiling. It was like she was looking at the Real Thing, he was so heavy on her mind. When she realized his lips were moving, she jumped up startled, ending her fantasy.

“Shit!” She said sitting up. “I thought I was dreaming!”

Ms. April chuckled and grabbed at Ivory’s hand lightly. “No dream sugga. Meet my son again, Trey. Tremaine… I believe you remember Love from the show in VA Beach..?”

“Nah… not that I recall,” he said. Ivory’s smile dropped instantly. “But it is a pleasure meeting you again.”

“Bitc-,” she stopped herself from giving in to the temptation of curse him out. But her feelings were too hurt for her to realize that she smacked him so hard, the neighbors probably heard it.

“I gotta go,” she said near tears as she rushed passed a surprised Trey and his Momma. Opening the front door, she ran down the three steps but was stopped by a hand holding her arm. Turning around, she was ready to swing, until she realized it was his mother.

“I am so sorry for hitting him. I just…just…,” Ivory sputtered before tears filled her eyes.

“Oh honey, it’s ok. I’m pretty sure he wanted to remember you. It’ll come back to him once he gets to know you again. I only saw you once, but I remember who you are. Just give it a chance, he can’t remember every face he sees.”

Ivory rolled her eyes, but nodded anyway. If only his momma knew WHY it was so important to her for him to remember.

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Tremaine rubbed his cheek after putting an ice pack over it. He know why she did it, but was it necessary? He didn’t have any obligation to remembering her, so why did it play guilt on his mind after she snuck one up on him.

He was about to go after her, but his mother stopped him, and rushed outside herself. She thought Trey was going to throttle the girl until she couldn’t breathe. But his intentions were to apologize, then maybe… throttle her. His cheek hurt like a bitch.

He stayed in the kitchen for all of 10 minutes before he heard his mother’s car back out of the drive-way. Good, she was taking Love far away from him. He didn’t need to see her anymore. Not only did she swell his cheek, but she gave him a hard dick too, looking pretty in her wet and snow covered coat.

He smiled to himself when he imagined having her body wet from his lovemaking, sweat all over the sheets, her pretty braided hair covering his body as she rode him into tomorrow… well, morning, seeing as it was now 3am.

Exhausted from his pent up energy, Trey finally made his way out the kitchen and upon opening the door, smacked somebody with it.

“Ouch, Damnit,” the person yelled and in a fit of rage, slammed the door back at him, stubbing his unhidden toe. Trey yelped in pain.

“Shit man, I thought you left momma. You just hurt my toe,” he said pouting. When he walked from behind the door, he jumped back shocked. It wasn’t his momma.

“Big baby,” Ivory said rubbing her forehead where the door smacked her at. She stared at him and then turned, going back towards the bathroom.

“Aye, where you think you going shawty?”

“Does it matter?” She shot back, getting wet at his aggressive tone.

Trey followed her, grabbing her arm and turning her. Ivory’s chin hit his chest. Just inches away from his erect nipple. She leaned her head in, trying to touch it with her tongue, but he pulled her back too fast.

“You don’t live here, you cant just walk around like you own this place,” he said licking his lips.

Ivory chuckled, sarcastically. “Well, your momma left me here, so I guess that meant ‘my home is your home’.”

“No, HER home is your home. This is Trey’s shit up in here,” He said pointing and looking around. “Nevermind that, wait here. Imma get another ice pack for your fivehead.”

“Forehead,” she corrected him before she got his joke. “Stupid,” she said walking to the bathroom anyway.

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Ivory tensed up as Trey flopped down on the sofa next to her. Not once did he acknowledge their situation, and for the time being, she was glad. Two nights ago he was the sweetest thing. Now he done showed his ass, and although she loved him for it, she wasn’t feeling it right now.

“I’m thirsty,” she turned and looked at him pensively.

“Thought your name was love, but nice to meet you Thirsty,” he said grabbing the remote to his big screen.

“Tremaine, I’m thirsty,” she stressed, feeling a lump form in her throat. She wasn’t drinking thirsty. She was Trey thirsty, and if he didn’t realize it soon, she would burst into tears from wanting to drink a big glass of Forbidden Trey.

“The kit…chen… is right there,” he said not paying attention to her.

Ivory sat back in her seat and let the tears fall. She thought herself to be in love with him. He told her he’d never forget, and now it seemed he was trying to erase everything from his mind.

“How could you act like what happened Wednesday didn’t happen?” She sputtered, getting pissed off.

“Excuse me?” He glanced at her and noticed her tears. Strangely, it aroused him, making him want to pull her closer. He fought the urge. “Whats wrong Love?” he whispered then, forgetting about the television and his fumble of the remote. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you was behind the door..”

“Damn that Tremaine,” Ivory stood up, walking over to the coat rack. Lifting her heavy coat to put it on, she turned around to face him. “Tell your mother I had to go. I can’t stand to be near you knowing you have a heart of stone.”

Trey jumped up, pulling the coat out of her reach. Instead of replying, he dipped his head low, grabbing her lower lip to pull her closer for a kiss.

Ivory stepped back, “I don-..” she almost swooned from the rush of blood to her head. “I don’t have time for games. I need to go.”

“Not until after I finish what we started,” he replied, dropping her coat on the ground and picking her up by her butt. “You know I ain’t forget about you Love, how could I?” He said tickling her neck with his tongue. Ivory squirmed around on his waist, feeling his dick rise with every movement.

“You made me cry,” she said in a raspy moan. Hearing the floor creak, Ivory remembered she was with someone else’s man. “I think we should stop, your girlfriend might be here any moment.”

“Stop playing with me Ivory,” he said palming her ass so she could stay in place.

She looked at him strangely, “How do you know my name?”

“Ivory, the game is over. I give up,” he said hefting her upstairs.

“What game?” She said smiling. She watched as he rolled his hips on her, stopping briefly to hold her onto the wall. She looked over at the big picture Trey had hanging up and right beside it was an even bigger one of the both of them together. She smirked, realizing the role playing was over.

“I give up sexy, you play this game too good for me. Now, let’s go have sex so you be the fiesty groupie you were suppose to be.” 


(Visual Complete)