i'll only send energy echoes down a queen's portal,trill tablets..no dirty birdies who try to hide herpes under bird chirpies
true story,thy twas in dusty asss Vegas super zoned off molly,cookies(GSC but not lil tykes sellin thin mints),Vics,and a few drinks,we went to a ghetto ass strip club off the strip called Wild Horses or some corny shyt,(maybe @Costigan can come in and confirm) me and thy patnas(one former),and a new girl the ex-homie had just met were sippin on dranks,checkin out the vibes,it twas kinda dead(around 3-4 in the afternoon so understandable,but the goons&creeps know this can be a prime time for cheaper dances&extra attention
),thy had silently set my choice in thy dome,that the first girl who sat on my lap to get a dance would most likely get the work
thy had noticed that was common at this club(not so much in frisco strip joints,except for mad ghetto ones that thy wouldn't sully thy timbs on their sticky soil
)so first one that did was a blonde cac,like quite literally just about my last choice for women,thy like nice lips,thickness,melanin,and thick hair
,but at least her hair was natural blonde,and she was naturally thick with nice thighs and big arse mammalian milk makers which was/were also natural,nice booty(a lil flabby but much better then iron racked beezies),her face wasn't all that dough,but she sat down all comfortable on my lap and started with casual convo,not all pushy and beggy which thy despise,she felt me pitching and subtly(
)started pushing on it,all slow and shyt,then when she felt the sceptor she asked if i wanted a two for one,(*Tiger Woods fist pump*=double entendre),so we went to a non private booth
(i guess the real private ones were reserved for blowjobs,handjobs,coitus,any variant thereof) and PUT IN WORK,like let me feel all over,she twas hitting yoga positions to keep the clit on the tip
,letting me control her hips&turn her around if i wanted to get a slow grind,smell her hurr
,feel her energy,and feel on the tetas from behind,and she wouldn't let me leave,errytime two dances were up she offered two-for ones,what could one do,when it was her turn to dance the main room she dragged me along by my shirt and put het titties in my face,then back to the non private booth to word on erecting that flag,it eventually did een through my jeans
anyways,her invitation to the REAL private booth twas worded as "if we go to the private bed(guess the room has beds?)i'll let you eat me out".
now,i'm sure she prolly would have returned the favor at the very least by hand,or a nice discount for the head or the duss,but i couldn't do it bruhs,thy twas too concerned with the juices and the goon in me just couldn't..thy think thy twas eternally traumatized by some hood booger who i fingered back in the dayze that had my digit stankin for 3-4 dayze..
i learned the true power of the yoni that day,the beauty and pollution bruhs,never lost that lesson..
thy also was a child whose brain waves grew to 90's gangsta rap,and twas taught that real gangstas don't eat p*ssy
a queen gotta multiverse in my mouth&send me through her portal for me to blesseth the box with thine luscious lips,pawwse where applicable..
mi diablo for the long story/great wall-o text bruhs&bruhettes but i'm usually quite abstract,scientific,prophesying,or blurting esoteric eccentric streams of consciousness or being succintly short,hooded out,and blunt so i though i'd be autobiographical for once,let ya'll chip the mystique or as usual just call me a weird cac,take a trillion grains of salt,and keep it movin..
the combination of the things I talked about weren't there.
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