FeverPitch2
Superstar
Maybe I've been lucky because I'm selective about who I hang around.Lol! Like @bourgeoisie tall freak mentioned…most men don’t even care.They are more concerned about scent.
And some of the stories ya’ll have told me have left meperturbed.
The only time I've encountered some rank cat was at my boy's bachelor party.
The dancers was late AF. Once chocolate, one butterscotch.
The chocolate one kicks it off. Out the corner of my eye, I notice Butterscotch off to the side leaned against the wall like she was Fonzie.
Me being me, I reach out my hand and say "Come here, girl"
She takes my hand and in one motion, her ass in in my face.
I inhale like normal and
The funk of 40,000 years stings my brain. Kinda like when you let ginger ale get up your nose, but stankier.
It was everything combined. It was butt, it was salty coochie, it was sweat, it was hard times, Newports.
I kinda moved her aside while I got myself together.
I've been wary of bachelor party dancers ever since.
They are more concerned about scent.
perturbed.
