As I continue to wage war with the forces of evil which lie within I have developed a strategy which aims to keep me free from absolute damnation, at least for the time being. I have determined that sex is a big sin...my hunger for same and the ungodly thoughts which are a part will continue to engulf me for the time so I will, in order to not have sex, punish those who read me here instead of putting my thoughts into action.
That said, an issue occupied my mind on Saturday - Do Society Men Know how to Lay Pipe?
I mean the 21 families of Jamaica types and their darker complexion though equally hoity CEO types. Don't get me wrong, every girl likes the perk of being with a man with means- the status , the lifestyle, the honey gold complexion children. They provide whatever the image of wealth is from time to time, whether Range Rovers in the driveway, the Norbrook residence, Tea at Terra Nova to show off the boob job done in Cuba to the girls, a snapshot of you and him on Page 2 of the Jamaica Observer, whatever the status symbol at the time. But can they satisfy that raging hunger in your core...Can they touch the root of you...Can they FUCK?
I know they can rock your body like the ebb and flow of the waves with a touch of the lips and tongue...I know they can play a good game and intrigue the mind, sweeping you away in a whirlwind of seeming interest (sometimes to your delight)...but can they use the windowsill, wall, settee arm, stove handle, anything handy to get the leverage necessary to dumb the dick so deep inside you, you scuffle visibly and in your mind with the feeling to run from the pain or stay for the pleasure...Can they FUCK?
Can they throw one leg over their shoulder and balance with their hand at the back of the other knee and slide in inch after glorious inch of pulsating flesh into your core, urging your volcanic response...Can they Stand up to a Hot Pussy?
Can they give your ass a couple slaps before almost breaking your back to position you and riveting his 8 inches into your six, touching the womb and then tell you to wine on it? Can he make you wet enough to even attempt?
Laying pipe is an art that it seems a man has to either be born in poverty, or the lower middle class to inculcate. A certain coarseness of spirit and hands is required that the middle and upper classes would never expose themselves enough to hone.
Can he rub his dick across your face as he watches you suck his balls?
Can he get that scowl on his face when he knows he's doing a good job and has you on the brink of a breakthrough, knowing that he himself is about to break, can he stop himself from letting you win by thrusting even harder in?
Can he tief a piece pon the road side on the way to country or, if you're really lucky, pond di roadside inna town with all the external threats to his and your person? (Exciting). Can he handle the police if they happen along?
Can he touch that spot while you're flat on your stomach and jab until you scream fuuuck, and then, can he sen'-on one or two more inches just to prove his point, while commanding you not to run ...can he fuck out your surrender?
Can they? Can they really?
I was tempted to put a poll at the bottom of the page to get a real idea on this one, but I doubt I have very many none male readers, and every Jamaican man thinks he's a cocksman (despite class borders) so the picture would definitely be distorted.
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2 comments:
It seems you have a curiosity to satisfy with a little experiment :)
satisfying it would be against the rules...then again...mmmm
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