Well this is a tale about a guy I went out with that influenced me and my thinking on several areas of life stuff. He was the first guy I enjoyed mutual masterbation with. I felt so dirty and I liked it.
He explained to me what a dog leg was referring to a couple of sharp turns. He was a little older than me I think I was late teens early 20’s and thirsty for knowledge and experience only real life can teach.
He went with me to look for an apartment when I got a raise at my job from 4.50 to 5.00 an hour. I was thinking that was some huge amount of money and I could rent an apartment , buy a few dresses and shoes AND eat several times a week on that. Yeah I think it’s called magical thinking , or fucking delusional either way. So it turns out I forgot about bills and prophalytics so I had to figure something else out.
I ended up moving in with Digamos brother dig thought he was helping me out and brotha never told him about that night me and bro got drunk and I fucked the hell out of him. Well in my experience when I get black out drunk and take out my sexual aggression with very few inhibitions , the fellow on the receiving end of this pussy slaughter is helpless and can think of nothing serious but this bomb ass pussy. Can’t really blame him. I was uncomfortable because my loins grew moist for Digamo not his brother.
During my time at Digs brothas house there was this one day that ended horribly wrong. I went to the dentist earlier that day had a lil something done and got some pain pills. Went home popped one and went to sleep. Now I was told that a couple hours later I got a phone call that woke me up and I left the house in my rx7. I rolled out the driveway got up to 60miles an hour and slammed into the embankment at the end of my street. Talk about a mess.
I was in the hospital 12 days. I had some major injuries. These injuries really made getting fucked hard pretty difficult. That did not stop us from trying.
At one point I looked up to Digamo I respected his opinion and then I decided to move to San Francisco. He took me to the train station and we said goodbye. He did win 10$ on a scratcher so hey everyone won. This was not the last I would see of Digamo Jones there was a pretty good time until I would not be pissed at him , I was a little neurotic. He has an opinion that I enjoy listening to from time to time. Social media makes things easier.
Digamo Jones did get
the cocaine blues
The cocaine blues
The cocaine blues
Then he got better.
Another amazingly dangerous sexual adventure. Wish I could have known you. ❤ 😉 ❤
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Im not dead or anything lol
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I’m not dead yet , and making new stories everyday
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