Tell Me Something Good

So it's Thursday July 20th and Dr. Feelgood is in town (Brooklyn) as a bridesmaid in her cousin's wedding.

This is the first time that I see her in NY so ofcourse I am going to make the effort to be where she is at. Friday comes and I am ready to leave and see Feelgood. But first I make a pit stop to Dewey's to catch Roxanne, Roxanne and her friends for a sexy single mixer/networking function.

I bring along Shabba and Cutty with me from the job to join the festivities. At least half the women are attached to somebody and the only girl that is showing any rhythm is a thick tongue chick with tattoo in her titty that looks like a strawberry. So the crew has this girl surrounded like a bunch of great whites with blood in the water and Slish's cousin , Baby D, and her crew are taking bets on who is going to get her number. I can't say that I won but Strawberry does have my number.

The night at Dewey's ends, Roxanne and the Juice Crew are heading to the 40/40 club and I get the call that I am waiting for from Feelgood. She is in Queens and just got her hair finished for the wedding on Saturday and is ready to go out. I check the Di-Lithium crystals in my starship and go Warp 5 to her hotel. The plan for the night, is a spot in the Village on 199 Bowery. It is a rare occasion that I am dressed appropriately and Feelgood is making me look good. So we entered the spot along with the Carib crew she rolls with and choose the VIP section. Pretty much we were comp the cover as long as we bought a bottle.

After making nice with the waitress we got our drinks and our dance on. I am already lit from Dewey's and adding this champagne to the mix has me skating like Lupe Fiasco. Reggae hits the speakers and Feelgood and Venom hit the floor. Things are good and I am definitely enjoying the company. We finally leave at 3am and we get back to her room by 4.

I am crazy tired so while Feelgood gets ready for bed I doze off and awake to Feelgood next to me. I get up and do my business in the bathroom and climb back into bed. Things after that sped up to a point where, well let's just say that it gave us both something to think about in future encounters.

I'll put it to you this way, if you red the last story about Feelgood you know that I had to think about something to keep my imagination in check. There was no need for that this time around

Get Your Freak On

Okay so you all know in my previous story, Young, Dumb and Full of Cum, that my evening was ruined by a fight.

I shared an interesting tidbit of information with FatDave and BamBam about a girl I used to date called Red Kryptonite during that same night. I would provide the link to the previous stories about Red however, I too lazy to figure it out so just go back to January and read about it.

Fat Dave and Bam Bam asked if me and Red ever did the do. I laughed about it and said what any red blooded nukka would. "Dawg I banged it like a screen door in a hurricane......bang bang bang bang....But you know she has a kinda odd fetish". This ofcourse piqued their interest. I proceeded to tell them that Red Kryptonite likes to be choked while she's having sex.

Their mouths dropped when I said that.

" Yeah man, she likes to be choked while she's having sex". Now I was about to tell them which hand I used when I was choking her but the "ladies" had arrived and I had suddenly became distracted. Now I bring this topic up because this is the first time I ever ran into somebody like this. You hear about people who like golden showers, being vomited on or shitted on, or slapped around and etc. But to actually be involved in this is quite an experience.

I have no clue what the conversation was that made her tell me this. How would you say something like this (a fetish) to a person " Yeah girl after dessert why don't we go back to my place and you grease that 3 inch heel and shove it in my ass".

Y'all may laugh but seriously, some woman like to get their asses smacked while having sex. Others like when their hair is pulled. There are some that like a little biting action, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a DNA print.

Short of killing someone, what is going to far when it comes to sex?

Is it all fair game or do you have a line that you will not cross?

So which one of you bloggers out there is willing to share with us what is too far? I wouldn't vomit, piss, or shit on anybody no matter what. Besides I have horrible eating habits which at times includes a lot of corn. LOL

Young Dumb And Full Of Cum

Most recently I was at a bachelor for a friend SuperCop. He is marrying his high school sweetie and the fellas were going to set him up properly. The event was to occur on a Friday evening in the Village. After a week of work on the new plantation it was good way to start the weekend.

To prep myself for the evening I got my lines tighten up by the barber and went to the gym for a quick workout. After returning to my cave and washing the funk off my body, I get a call on the hotline from FatDave asking me where I am. Noticing the time I jump into the closet, don my SuperNigga outfit and it's up, up and away. Every superhero needs theme music and mine for tonight is Redman's "Time For Some Action". I swoop down into the spot with very little fanfare and enter the den of debauchery.

I am properly greeted with a Jack and Coke followed by a Guiness. I know it sounds nasty like mixing plaids with stripes but I have a stomach of steel and so far my only kryptonite is bad cheese, but that's another story. After getting my drinks I catch filling my cousin FatDave and BamBam and what's been going on in my world. I see SuperCop at the end of the bar say my hellos and keep it moving. Time has come for the place that was booked for us to close off it's doors to the outside and get the party started.

The location was to occur in the slightly covered patio in the back. SuperCop is sitting on his throne with the hammer cocked. I soon find out he has been drinking prior to even getting to the spot and is looking VERY unsteady. He's SuperCop he should be fine. Nope, at that point he does a Harlem shake and loses his mojo on the floor. "Get that man into the corner so he can work that out" was the cry. He move him into the corner so he can do his thangy thang. Mother Nature decides to relieve herself on our parade so we move into a smaller area which immediately gets hot from the concentration of ethnics in the room.

The show begins. First up is a nicely proportioned Latina. She's wearing lacy boy shorts and a matching top (mental note...I need to get a dance from her later this evening). The bachelor looks like he is enjoying himself but with that glazed look in his eyes it is hard to tell. She finishes her portion of the festivities and leaves. The bachelor has fallen deeper in the alcohol abyss and isn't going to make it. He's sweating like a runaway slave and needs a toilet quick. They take him into the bathroom where he spends the next 30 minutes handling his business. I check on him for a few but there is some shenanigans going on and I have money in my pockets and SuperCop evening is officially done. SuperCops bro attends to him and run up on two girls eating each other out. I think that's worth a few dollars so I toss a few in. Now some brothers are sticking their fingers in places that should only be reserved for your gynecologist or in some instances proctologist. Ewww niggas is real grimey but I can't seem to turn away. So I toss in a few more dollars. The show ends and there is a costume change.

There is a slight lull in the party and things look like there are gearing up again when out of the corner of my eye is see somebody get hit with a beer bottle. Now I am thinking "I know I didn't just see that". But sure enough a fight is breaking out and again I can't seem to turn away. End result....two young niggas are bleeding and the Asian management of the local establishment wants us out pronto. Come to find out that the fight started over somebody cutting the line to the bathroom. WHAT?!?!? You mean to tell me that I was kick out of a spot over the use of the potty.

DAMNIT !!!!!

See this is why I love MY crew that I roll with and not these younger cats. We drink to have a good time. There has never been any beef when us "old" heads are out having a good time. How would I look coming into my job with stitches in my head, ri-fuckin-diculous. So I head home and try to get as much sleep as possible, I had promised Blah I would take her to Wal-Mart in the morning.

Somebody owes me for a wasted Friday.