Just the beginning

I wanna do it like we used to do it.

Just get drunk and fuck. A lot.

Like when my friend D had that tequila party. The deal was you had to bring a bottle of tequila—any kind, shape, size, whatever—to get into the party. And no two for one bullshit. Each person had to have their own individual bottle.

I brought a bottle of Cuervo. It’s all I really knew at the time, and definitely all I could afford. I walked over to the party which was on the furthest reaches of campus.

It was a surprisingly cool party. Everything was midnight blue and darker.

I ended up in the basement with a sorority girl that I’d fucked for the first time the weekend prior. She was a sexy little thing, with a tight body and lots of curly, blond hair. “Don’t mess with Texas” is what I called her.

But her and I ended up in the basement of the tequila party. She was sitting on a countertop, and I was standing in between her legs. She was wearing a small skirt. I touched her through her panties. They were soaking wet.

I pushed up against her. I pulled my hard cock out of my overalls (hey, it was the ‘90s. Sue me) and rubbed it against her vulva. She moaned in my ear.

“Don’t you DARE fuck me here,” she sighed breathlessly. The basement was almost pitch dark, with a dim black light in the corner providing the only light. I moved in closer. I pulled her panties aside. And I slid inside her dewy yum yum.

“Don’t you DARE cum inside me,” she moaned, as I subtly thrust into her chewy strawberry swirl. Knowing that people were standing just a few feet away from us turned me on like craaaaazy.

I think she was feeling it too. She put her head down, wrapped a hand around my neck and ground her pussy down onto my dick. This went on for about 20 minutes.

I barely remember us stumbling across campus to her sorority house, laughing and taking swings from our almost empty bottles of tequila.

We fucked like dogs in her bed, until I finally came with a sharp, almost painful orgasm deep inside her little vagina. There was a rubber in between us, obvs. I kind of remember a couple of her sorority sisters trying to sneak in to watch. Texas and I both noticed them, but played it off. We were full-blown porn stars that night, baby. They left in a flurry of shocked giggles right after I came.

I also distinctly remember leaving the condom under her bed because I was too tired to try and find the bathroom naked in some Greek house.

Texas and I eventually both passed out, stinking drunk.

I woke up in the wee morning hours, and took probably the happiest walk of shame home of my entire life. There's something magical about a college campus at dawn. Plus you see the craziest shit.

That was a good really good day. I would imagine raisin French toast from Angelo's was involved.

Trolling for drug buddies and coke sluts

I’m on a quest to locate at least one (preferably more!) seriously down and dirty coke slut to party with. You know the type—the chicks that are eager to get naked, snort up lines of blow and fuck.

This is L.A. so I would imagine there are plenty of these fuck-toys running around town. I’ve connected with a couple of potential coke whores on Craig’s List. Even better, there’s a chick I used to work with that I know is a coke fiend that just hit me up out of the blue lately. She’s a hot Asian babe(!) that I’ve made out with a couple of times. The last time we made out (at a bar), she let me know in very frank terms: whenever I wanted to hook up, she was down for it.

Her only stipulation being that we both be single at the same time. Well, guess what? We’re both single at the same time. I have a feeling that she caught wind of my relationship status, which is why she’s hitting me up now.

We’re planning on getting together this weekend and just “hanging out.” We’ll see what happens, but I have a very good feeling about this one—especially between my legs.

Fun fact: While I’ve messed around with a few Asian babes, I’ve never had the pleasure of a full-on fuck session. Wish me luck.

OMFG: Tara Lynn Fox

She's blond, and she's fucking HOT. Holy shit. Just look at her getting doggy-styled by homeboy. I will be snorting some fat-ass rails and cranking my cock hard to this hot slut. Damn it, I've already shot two loads tonight--but this sweet and sexy whore is gonna make me drop another freaking load. Wow.

Martin Luther King: Sex addict?

I found this on the internet. Supposedly, when he wasn't fighting for justice, MLK was a major league sex monster:

January 6, 1964, was a long day for Martin Luther King Jr. He spent the morning seated in the reserved section of the Supreme Court, listening as lawyers argued New York Times Co. v. Sullivan, a landmark case rising out of King's crusade against segregation in Alabama. The minister was something of an honored guest: Justice Arthur Goldberg quietly sent down a copy of Kings account of the Montgomery bus boycott, "Stride Toward Freedom," asking for an autograph. That night King retired to his room at the Willard Hotel. There FBI bugs reportedly picked up 14 hours of party chatter, the clinking of glasses and the sounds of illicit sex--including King's cries of "I'm f--ing for God" and "I'm not a Negro tonight!"

Note: What is not mentioned in this article is that Martin Luther King was having sex with three White women, one of whom he brutally beat while screaming the above mentioned quotes. Much of the public information on King's use of church money to hire prostitutes and his beating them came from King's close personal friend, Rev. Ralph Abernathy (pictured above), in his 1989 book, "And the walls came tumbling down."

Sources:

Newsweek Magazine 1-19-1998, page 62

"And the walls came tumbling down," by Rev. Ralph Abernathy (1989)