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Thursday, April 12, 2007
"The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a man's foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher."
Thomas Henry Huxley

We all have a common duty to to at least try to out do the generations before us. To do better, to achieve more, to experience greatness like no one in our bloodline has done before. This is my goal in life. I am a bonsai tree for when a bonsai stops growing it is dead. One way to continue the growth process is to learn from your mistakes and most importantly the mistakes of your parents. Their mistakes generally don't harm you, but if you a front row seat to how failure is achieved. But if you're blessed w/ successful parents then you have a front row seat at how to achieve greatness. But this isn't about anyone else other then yours truly. I have taken it upon myself to learn from my mistakes. I have had the opportunity to do thing a kid from my side of town can never imagine.

One time while on vacation in Florida my boy Rell and I were enjoying the spring sun wilding out on the beach of Panama City Beach. The water was blue like the eyes of a model for beauty products designed for the blonde bombshells of America. The sand was clean and the polar opposite of the sand at the Jersey shore. We drank and had the time of our life walking around drunk like Wimpy from Popeye on Thursday with a full stomach of hamburgers purchased from other peoples money. I don't know about y'all but a meal on someone else buck always taste a little better to me. We had just come back in from the club the same club i would later have a near 3some w/ one of the female booty dancers from 2 Live Crew. The crazy frat boys where drunk beyond consciousness and were jumping into the pool after it has long been closed. Throwing deck chair, tables, kegs and anything not nailed down into the pool. This one girl name Melissa just happen to be strolling into her room for the night when one of the Frat boy with sunshine in a bag grabbed her and hurled her into the pool. Her skirt flew up and she just happened to not have on any panties. She climbed out of the pool cursing dude out. I had a few random conversations with her before being as she stayed in the room next to us so I got between her and the frat boy knowing he was the type to press charges. I calmed her down and told her to come inside to dry off.

She sat on the bed towel wrapped around her, i stood at the table pouring a drink of E&J and coke, Sand in my tims white Tee shirt to my knees and shorts yes the classic dude from the hood who's never been on a beach w/o a boardwalk in his life apparel. She asked for a drink and I supplied marveled at the glow in the dark hippy flower beads around my neck and glow stick in my mouth shining whenever i spoke a word of that jersey dialect a small girl from Oklahoma has never been blessed to hear. She walks over and kisses me on my neck. I wrap my hands around her waist hand firmly attached to her plump behind. I push her hair out of the way and run my tongue down the side of her neck softly but enough for her to feel it, I flicked and sucked the bottom of her ear. she moaned as i picked her up and carried her to the bed placing her down and removing the towel from her wet body, her clothes came off and i placed my mouth on her breast licking across the top of her nipples from 3 to 9. I started w/ the left and moved over to the right showing each one the same amount of pleasure the same amount attention as her back arched up wanting more. I went down to her belly button and licked while i took my finger and massaged her clit feeling her moisture getting her right for my entry when she whispered in my ear "let me show you how girls from morehead do it. (Morehead Univ - Where the guys come to get it and the girls come to give it) She took the Manxilla in her mouth running her tongue along the head while driplets of saliva streamed down my shaft. Her right hand cuffed my balls as she did tricks with her mouth she was a magician as my MX disappeared down her throat which was playing a box filled w/ mirrors to provide the illusion. We went on to pull out the magnums to do what can only be defined as fucking some may call it monkey sex but hell it was fucking at it's finest.

The next day they left Panama City we exchanged email address and real addresses, she wrote me one letter after that telling me that due to family issues she had to drop out of school and move back home. I felt bad for her and no future plans were ever made to reconnect and renew a friendship solidified during a drunk night on spring break. I never forgot Melissa the girl who got thrown in a pool. But it's moments like this and others like it that i wish I could get back. Random moments of extacy shared with a complete stranger, shared with a person I will never speak with again constantly fight with the other moment like it shared with women I actually had feelings for. Moment where the love was in the air and the act performed have been practiced on other who meant diddle squat in the long story of love. I learned that my body is a temple and sharing those with ungrateful women is something that i wish to never to again. To share a moment like that with someone who you don't even know cant possible respect you is something i wish to never experience again in my life.

Blogxilla [ 9:02 PM ]

2 Comments:

  • There u go again, making a girl want to go have some monkey sex. Good work L...as usual!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:12 PM  

  • LOL @ the Manxilla...great post tho...the ladies are about to proposition you, lol

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:11 PM  

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