Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

We went into another round of smoking and drinking back at Willie’s lodge. Chinelo had kissed the tip of the gun powder again and it was so close to driving her nuts. I did my own bit of the kissing and the funny feelings it gave me wasn’t funny in anyway. I then understood why my guy back at the party was talking about driving his 2019 range into a river along with his mother. Someone once said, “When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself.” I came to believe that saying at my elder brother’s lodge. Only problem was that there was more to that saying. The weed not only reveals you to yourself, it also reveals nonsense to you.
Somehow, someway. Everyone around looked like Naza to me. Even the guys. I was moving from one guy to the other, hugging and pecking them and yelling, “I love you man, I really love you all.”

Somehow through all the highness, I managed to carve out my trap queen. She had taken a peep into the room and was gone almost immediately. I staggered up from where I sat and staggered my way out into the dark night. She was leaning on the wall with a lit stick in her hand. She was all meaty in her black singlet and white bumshot. Thick cloud of smokes kept escaping from both her nose and mouth.

“Can I share?” I asked and she shrugged, giving me the tip of the weed and I took a kiss. Then she dropped it to the floor and I held her.

“Do you live here?” I asked and she groaned a yes in between the kisses. My hand slid down to her camel toe and I rubbed it.
She bit my lips and shoved me away.

“You are going to dirty my cloth,” she said and dug her fingers into her coochie, pulling them out with the sticky fluid.

“You can wash them later in the morning,” I said.

“Are you now going to Fork me with my clothes on?”

“No, I was getting to the part where I romantically pull them off but you pushed me away,” I complained and she smiled.
She led me inside her room. The room was rather too clean for the girl I am thinking her to be. She stood staring at me while I looked around the whole place.

“So?” she said, spreading her hands.

“So?”[B] I replied.

[B] “I thought you wanted to romantically undress me?”

“Cool,” I said and started with her bumshot. There was nothing romantic about the way I tore it down. I guess if it involved pulling down a bumshort and ripping off p@anties, it automatically turns to Romance.

She helped me out of my trouser and started off with a Mouthaction, sU-Cking at it like she would sU-Ck at a stick of cigar. The way she looked up at me while she clipped my J0yst!ck in between her lips, those eyes of hers.

They could make a nigga Pour straight out but I wasn’t that type of man. I needed a proper hole. I let her play with my tool for a while before I pulled her up and lay her on the bed. Lucky enough, the blast of music in Willie’s room drowned our m0ans as we screamed the roof off.