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The Un-returned Booty Call
Picture this…
You text a new F buddy on your roster.
You get a text organizing an ass smashin’ event later on that night.
You both agree to a time and a place.
You wait and wait … and wait.
No text or call.
No penis for you and some dick shrinking voodoo roots sent to him.
25 RULES FOR CASUAL SEX AND BOOTY CALLS!
A nice quiet Tuesday night it has been!
I turned my phone off and decided to read up my favorite blogs.
I was in the middle of this blog on http://thegayte-keeper.blogspot.com
and thought it would be the PERFECT thing to post AFTER “Meet Me at….”
I needed to read this and I feel other bottoms
should be reading this.
I really appreciate his blog
because he brings the truth to and about our lifestyle.
Check him out and check out the rules after the jump…
Hood Love
A Sexual Short starring Jamari Fox
It was hot.
I am talking about a blazing summer day. When it gets hot in the city, you can feel it. It is a different kind of hot especially the hood. You feel steam literally in your lungs. Everyone either shuffles outside or stays inside and make love to their A/C. I decided to leave my wonderfully A/C-less apartment and go to the corner store for a Popsicle.
As I walked up to the bodega, I noticed a fine, tanned, light skinned dude standing with his equally fine boy. I was more concerned with Mr. Light Skin because by his look, he was more my flava. He was wearing a white T, light denim shorts, and some hot dunks. No tattoos or anything extra but just being fine. He did the unimaginable – he gave me a head nod and then licked his lips.
“Oh, we got a winner.” I said to myself as I smiled back at him and gave him a head nod.
I walked in the store and went into the back where the ice cream was. As I was digging through the freezer, I felt someone standing behind me. I pulled out a blue phallus shaped Popsicle and turned around. I was face to face with Mr. Light Skin. We stared at each other for a hot minute. I noticed he was sweating. Was it because of me or this heat?
“What’s up shawty?” He asked.
That kills me because I was the same height as him. How am I his “shawty”? I liked it nonetheless.
“I am hot.” I replied, biting my lip.
“That you are.” He said, licking his perfectly sculpted pink lips.
He followed me up to the register and offered to pay for my snack. I let him. I am not going to turn down a free meal. As we both walked out, he gave his boy a nod and continued to walk with me.
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