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Yard Lick!
I'm a big fan of Jamaican culture. From the music, the food, the accent/slang, the whole swag of Jamaica has a special place in my heart; always did. I can floss the accent to the point that if I'm talking to someone from Jamaica, they'll insist that I was born in Jamaica. Of course, I say that I'm not then reveal where I'm really from (Panama) which usually gets me this response: "Yuh sound like a real Jamaican though." Growing up around Jamaicans in my old Brooklyn neighborhood, I got to learn a lot about the culture and music, and it didn't take long to figure out that Jamaican music...or, rather, its lyrics...put a big emphasis on how people should live. On any given song, you'll hear things like men's clothes shouldn't be washed with women's clothes, particularly women's underwear. Men can have as many female partners, and their significant others have to forgive them even if they cheat, and, most of all, oral sex a dirty, unforgivable act that no one participates in. This blog post is my way of calling BULLSHIT on that and based on the fact that we live in a day where everyone is breathing, walking and living in their truth I find it hard to believe that certain traditions and ways still exist or are trying to exist. Let's talk about my own experiences and how I discovered that oral sex is a welcomed subject with one particular Jamaican man from my past.
By Kai Storm9 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 13, Anessa
So, among the few girls I had been messing with while me and Aimee were in this open relationship of ours, there was this girl Anessa. She was a bigger girl, frame wise but, she did take care of herself... to a certain extent at least. I met her at a party when I was 19, turned out she was a friend of Jasmine's and already heard a TON about me. In this night I had asked her to be a stripper for the motor city showgirls because well, that's what I was hired to do. She was barely legal at the time though, I mean I was only a year older but, maturity speaking, I was years and years past her. Either way, she wouldn't do it but, I did get something out of the night.
By Zachery Lee9 years ago in Filthy
Masked Mistress Chapter 5
I woke up feeling refreshed, I must have dosed off around 10pm, pretty early for me. I rolled onto my side to check my phone only to be stopped by a hard chest. Oh no, I must have fallen asleep next to him.
By N M9 years ago in Filthy
The Table Turn
Warning: Very explicit and kinda graphic. The digital clock turns from 1:59 to 2:00 am. tap tap tap. The only sound heard throughout the house is tap tap tap. Well, that, and the sighs and mild muttering of an extra disgruntled Miss.
By Fox 🦊9 years ago in Filthy
Why I Love Nude Beaches
I used to be a bit of a prude. Probably it was just my insecurities dictating my perception of the world, but when I was growing up I would have been a bit weirded out by a nude beach. But now, I love them.
By Gareth Johnson9 years ago in Filthy
Daddy's Home
My kids had just left for the weekend when my cell phone sprang to life. A picture flashed on my smart phone screen, a special ring tone shattered the silence and the words “The Hubby” rolled across the picture. I pushed the correct area of the touch screen and answered his call the way I always do.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean9 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Aimee 2, Running With the Devil
You remember Aimee, right? Short girl, super skinny, curvy in a great way for her size, little psychotic, took her virginity? Yeah, that one. I don't recall if I mentioned it, but Aimee went on to be lesbian after I took her V-card. She claimed it hurt too much and that since the day we fucked, she hadn't been with a guy since. This story takes place roughly two and a half years later. Let's begin with some insight.
By Zachery Lee9 years ago in Filthy
Promise To Be Tender: Part Twelve
In the few days since Jenny had left, Kris and I seemed to have gone back as we were. The truth was that we weren't the same. I no longer took advantage of the love I knew she had for me; a love so great that she had asked her own beautiful lover to become my own; a love with a desire to please me by providing sexual satisfaction with a woman she felt I would want more than her.
By LP Steinbeck9 years ago in Filthy
Judge His Bedroom Style by His Shoe Style
We have all been told to never judge a book by its cover, but what about judging the passion of a man by the style of shoe he wears? That’s right folks, I’ve got the inside guide to predetermining the losers, lovers, and ass slappers of the bedroom by simply looking at his feet.
By Jus L'amore9 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Holly 3, Last Call
So this is the last Holly story you'll be reading in the series; it's not the most intense, but I'll say it's the best reverse cowgirl I got out of her. Ever. So I was 22 in this last one with Holly and I had moved out into my buddy's place with his girlfriend. I had my own room with my own bathroom, you know, the works. It wasn't anything spectacular but it worked out nicely.
By Zachery Lee9 years ago in Filthy
An Insight into the Best Sex Tourism Locations Worldwide
Traveling is a lot of fun. The landscapes we see, the people we meet, the new experiences we enjoy, are all reasons you would like to see a new place. A foreign country has a lot of new things to offer and it’s the reason we save for vacations. While being in a new place and seeing new things may be very interesting, there is more to the typical vacation than sightseeing.
By Philip P.9 years ago in Filthy
A Smile and a Memory
The rich aroma of dark Columbian wafted down the hallway from the kitchen. I could hear the sound of him moving about in the other room, but I had no desire to move. If I moved, then the spell would be broken, and I would have to return to the real world. Couldn’t I have just a few more moments to bask in the utter satiation of the night before?
By Vanessa Cherron Riser9 years ago in Filthy