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Good Dick/Bad Dick
Good Dick/Bad Dick Alright! Second blog in relatively quick succession. Heh...here's to me trying to keep blogging For the past 5 months, I spent a lot of time in Singapore for work and I had got really close to this friend of mine. He calls himself my BBF (best black friend), and those were his words, not mine so... LOL. So anyhow, we had spent a good amount of time together, when we can. By definition, he's a good dick. Not just for size or girth....actually, in this instance, that matters little. (ok, maayyyybe a little. Let's just say that is an added bonus ). By definition, he's a good dick cos mainly, he's a good friend. He cares, listens, and basically, bothers. Like what any good friend would do. It's just an added bonus that we have pretty good sex when we can. So every time I tell some of my other friends about him, they just make the assumption that it's cos he's got a big D. (Just to clarify, I'm more enamoured by his big balls. I'm....kinda into playing with his big balls of late ) That's one thing. Of course, it can't all be good. He's also one heck of a bad dick cos he is flaky as hell. He's engaged, and hence, finds it hard to keep to our appointments. Which is understandable, cos I do the same thing to him when the husband and/or the boyfriend is around. So meeting up is and has been quite a hassle. The months that I was there (where he's based) kinda allowed us to meet up more often, but it also increased the times when he puled no shows. Classic example - a few weeks ago I flew in for the F1 party. The office was calling for meetings but I had the option of not going. Then, literally a day before the race, I found out a few friends of mine had flown in and had extra tickets and asked if I was interested. Made some quick bookings and I went. I know nuts about car racing (except fastest guy wins), let alone F1, but I really wanted to catch Red Hot Chilli Peppers I dropped him a text on the Saturday that I got in, asking if he was going, and letting him know I was. No reply the whole day, then right when the concert was about to begin, he floods my phone with texts, trying to arrange for something. I left it halfway and went to enjoy the concert. After that, I went with my friends for food before we all hopped in a cab. Only in the cab, I saw his messages telling me he had managed to book a hotel, but not in town, and asked if I'd be interested to join. So just like that, I told the cab driver I needed to change location, and had to deal with the flood of questions from my friends in the cab. I deflected as much as I could, then jumped out when I got there So this is me, sweaty as fuck, after spending about 6 hours out, jumping, dancing, drinking and screaming in the Singapore humidity. I walk up to the front desk to collect the keycard he had left me, makeup smeared, sweaty, probably reeking of alcohol (yeah, not my finest hour ), got up to the room and found him sitting in the dark, naked, watching tv. LOL I remember very clearly, that I had decided to kick my shoes off cos my feet were killing me, but for some reason I just dropped my handbag, let the door shut itself and ran and jumped into bed with him. He didn't resist We were kissing and fondling and I had moved up til I was sitting on his thighs and stroking his dick like I was jerking myself off LOL I was wearing shorts so I was also rubbing myself on his dick. Without much effort, he reached his arms around me, lifted me up (did I mention I fucking love it when he does that? Admittedly, I'm not that light so...yeah. Me like) and carried me to the balcony. He stripped me off but kept my choker on, then knelt between my legs and ate me out. We had our lights off but it was still pretty bright, and the buildings around us were all lit up so...disclaimer: IF you saw "someone" that evening, uh....well, keep it to yourself eh? . We fucked each others' brains out that night. It was hard, fast, rough, sweaty and everything in between. Its been a long, long time before I had to take that walk of shame, wearing the same sweaty clothes when I left the hotel the next....afternoon. LOL But yes, there you go. Good dick. Then the weekend right before I left, we had set the evening before for a last hurrah before my flight out. I cleared my schedule for the evening, did some extra cleaning (the enema kind )even had some...coconut oil prepared. Then this fucker bailed on me. All the set up. I suppose it comes with the territory. Heh...either way, that was a bad dick moment. I suppose you win some/lose some. Thanks for reading |
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I suppose the key takeaway is, it's all the same No...sorry, it's not the same . The timing is key. Anyhow. Hope you guys have had better luck
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I Feel your Pain......I've had a few "Good C**t, Bad C**t" situations recently .....as you say, it's worth it when it comes off Keep up the blogging
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So you enjoyed your life there.
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10/7/2019 6:47 am |
great story keep it up
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Great read
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Ah so that was you on the balcony!
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always enjoy your adventures.
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Key takeaway from this: The Chilis are more entertaining than F1 these days...
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"... makeup smeared, sweaty, probably reeking of alcohol ..." this sounds absolutely amazing. lucky bbf.
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Hay desconfianza cuando uno emíesa en el trato buscando la parte mas intima de uno u otro ser humano que se vuelven unas perras o perros en brama buscando externar y que se concluya ese placer que se busca y se necesita como tu y yo que lo deseamos pero no a sido posible hacerlo juntos y que nuestros cuerpos sudorosos repelen el sabor amargo de una penetracion sin juegos ni placer cuidate gracias
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Sounds like fun for both of you, when it works out. And has it really been this long since last time I read your blog?
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