Buenos Dias bloggers!!
Honey, hot weather brings out all the boys, new and old! So, drug dealer trade came through last night. I haven't seen him in about 6 months. I thought his ass was locked up again or something. I was happy to find out that he got rid of the huge ass hummer truck he had the last time he was here. He traded it for one of those new Lincoln's that I like. Anywayz, he still is as sexy as I remember. For my new readers, drug dealer trade stands about 5'10" tall, a carmel complexion, bald head, about 175lbs of solid muscle. Huge arms and chest, sexy stomach. Always smelling and looking good. Always got some new shoes. The problem with him is that he's a bottom. Guess I should say versatile now since he now thinks that I'm gonna give him some.
He sucks dick for days!! Some of the best head I've ever had. There was no sex last night. The head was so good I didn't have strenght for anyting else. His meat is kinda cute though, maybe one day I'll buckle and let him have. We had a wonderful night. So wonderful that I got my ass up and cooked breakfast. I found out that he's a vegetarian so he ended up eatting grits and eggs. After breakfast I got some more head and then he left to go home. I got a call about 3 minutes after he walked out the door. "Man, somebody stole my car!" After he said that, I lost the sexual high I was on.
In my neighborhood, parking is horrible. Especially after 8pm. Its like everybody and they mama got a car in this apartment complex. So when he came over so late I knew he parked kinda far away. This is PG county so it is a fact that your car will eventually be broken into or something. To be stolen is on a different level. So he called the police and found out that his car had been towed. That was sort of a releif, at least we knew that it hadn't been stolen and where it was. I got dressed and drove him to the police station. We ended up having to leave there and go to the courthouse. It was trade bootz in their!! They musht have been having a trade convention or something!! I was enjoying the sights so much that this spanish thing caught me looking at one piece and he was like, "You like that don't you?" I couldn't help but say, "Yes I do!!" He laughed and so did I.
Drug dealer trade found out that he had over $500 worth of unpaid parking tickets. He was mad as hell. Talking all kinds of shit. As we got back in my car to take him to the metro he said, "For one night of pleasure I'm charged, $500." I couldn't help but think, I worth that and more.
I think this is going to be a summer for the record books. Boys, boys, boys!!Stay tuned!!!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My West Indian Problem
Hello All,
Seems like the only time I'm blogging is when I have something heavy on my mind. Well, today is like Monica said, "Just one of dem days."
I met this West Indian trade about 3 years ago. We've been fucking around every now and then since then. I hate to say this but I AM SO FUCKING STRUNG OVER THIS NIGGA! He stands about 6'1, (I like them tall!), 165lbs solid, chocolate complexion, a 9.5 inch thick piece of meat, and definintely rough around the edges. Trade Bootz!!! Just looking at him or thinking about him is such a fucking turn on.
Like I said, we've been fucking around for about 3 years. Certain times stand out in my mind when I think about him. He lives about 20 or 30 miles from me but thats one dick I'd drive 100 miles to get. I think he lives with his dad who is always out of town. I know that he was once married and has a child or children. One time that I was with him I walked into his bedroom to find a room full of toys, a baby seat and other "evidence" of a child. Now, you all know that I can be one clumsy bitch. I was tripping all over that childs toys and shit. He had to catch me once from falling. That was so sweet. He fucked me bootz that night.
Another time I was over his place, I kept hearing all this noise. Now, everytime I've been there we were alone. I thought a fucking rat was on the loose or something. I asked, "Whats all that noise?" He has always been truthful with me, or at least I think, and he said, "O, thats my grandmother." At that point, I felt totally uneasy but once again overcame that when he pulled out that dick. We fucked bootz again. I forgot his grandmother was there and he had to put his hand over my mouth for all the noise I was making. Hey, don't judge me, when its good its goooooD!!
Two weeks ago, he came to my place for the first time. I stood at the window watching his sexy ass walk up. I immediately became weak in the knees just watching him. He was on his way to work so we didn't have too much time. We chatted a bit, got into a heated discussion about divorce, which is something I don't believe in. My grandparents stuck together through all types of shit and were together till death did they part. I really don't believe you should get married if you won't stick to those vows. This is how I found out that he was once married. That conversation touched a nerve with him and I got a chance to see another side of him, serious and silly at the same time. So we did the do again but it was different. Most trade are only out for their nut and certain pieces I excuse that behavior. He is one of those pieces who I let have their way. If he wanted to fuck me in the ear, he could, lol!!!! Anywayz, he stopped short of busting and I was confused. I thought something was wrong. He said, "I want to see you come too." Well, that was a first for him. Thats also when my body forgot how to have an orgasm. I couldn't bust to save my life. Plus his ass kept watching the clock, didn't want to be late for work. So he gets his and we clean up. I felt like I was floating the rest of the day.
The thing that is heavy on my heart is that he is so hard to contact. Over the years, I've tried to call him, text him and the like and get no response. I can only contact him over a4a. So, I accepted it for what it is since my body is like, "you ain't letting that dick go nigga!" Two days ago, I see him online and tell him that I think he got my whipped. He responds, "Then why don't you hit me up sometime!" I am totally in shock. I send a reply explaining how I've called and texted him and never get a response. And just like magic, he logs off without giving me a response. I immediately text him and he says, "I'm in class." So I left him alone. I send another text last night and once again I didn't get a response.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I have to throw my hands up on this nigga. I'm going to send him another text eventually but I know that humans are creatures of habit and he'll want some more of this ass. I just wish I could remove a4a as the intermediary and use the damn phone like normal folks!!! LOL!!!!
Seems like the only time I'm blogging is when I have something heavy on my mind. Well, today is like Monica said, "Just one of dem days."
I met this West Indian trade about 3 years ago. We've been fucking around every now and then since then. I hate to say this but I AM SO FUCKING STRUNG OVER THIS NIGGA! He stands about 6'1, (I like them tall!), 165lbs solid, chocolate complexion, a 9.5 inch thick piece of meat, and definintely rough around the edges. Trade Bootz!!! Just looking at him or thinking about him is such a fucking turn on.
Like I said, we've been fucking around for about 3 years. Certain times stand out in my mind when I think about him. He lives about 20 or 30 miles from me but thats one dick I'd drive 100 miles to get. I think he lives with his dad who is always out of town. I know that he was once married and has a child or children. One time that I was with him I walked into his bedroom to find a room full of toys, a baby seat and other "evidence" of a child. Now, you all know that I can be one clumsy bitch. I was tripping all over that childs toys and shit. He had to catch me once from falling. That was so sweet. He fucked me bootz that night.
Another time I was over his place, I kept hearing all this noise. Now, everytime I've been there we were alone. I thought a fucking rat was on the loose or something. I asked, "Whats all that noise?" He has always been truthful with me, or at least I think, and he said, "O, thats my grandmother." At that point, I felt totally uneasy but once again overcame that when he pulled out that dick. We fucked bootz again. I forgot his grandmother was there and he had to put his hand over my mouth for all the noise I was making. Hey, don't judge me, when its good its goooooD!!
Two weeks ago, he came to my place for the first time. I stood at the window watching his sexy ass walk up. I immediately became weak in the knees just watching him. He was on his way to work so we didn't have too much time. We chatted a bit, got into a heated discussion about divorce, which is something I don't believe in. My grandparents stuck together through all types of shit and were together till death did they part. I really don't believe you should get married if you won't stick to those vows. This is how I found out that he was once married. That conversation touched a nerve with him and I got a chance to see another side of him, serious and silly at the same time. So we did the do again but it was different. Most trade are only out for their nut and certain pieces I excuse that behavior. He is one of those pieces who I let have their way. If he wanted to fuck me in the ear, he could, lol!!!! Anywayz, he stopped short of busting and I was confused. I thought something was wrong. He said, "I want to see you come too." Well, that was a first for him. Thats also when my body forgot how to have an orgasm. I couldn't bust to save my life. Plus his ass kept watching the clock, didn't want to be late for work. So he gets his and we clean up. I felt like I was floating the rest of the day.
The thing that is heavy on my heart is that he is so hard to contact. Over the years, I've tried to call him, text him and the like and get no response. I can only contact him over a4a. So, I accepted it for what it is since my body is like, "you ain't letting that dick go nigga!" Two days ago, I see him online and tell him that I think he got my whipped. He responds, "Then why don't you hit me up sometime!" I am totally in shock. I send a reply explaining how I've called and texted him and never get a response. And just like magic, he logs off without giving me a response. I immediately text him and he says, "I'm in class." So I left him alone. I send another text last night and once again I didn't get a response.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I have to throw my hands up on this nigga. I'm going to send him another text eventually but I know that humans are creatures of habit and he'll want some more of this ass. I just wish I could remove a4a as the intermediary and use the damn phone like normal folks!!! LOL!!!!
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