Caribanna and being the token white chick
Here is my true story of Caribanna ....
This past weekend I explored my non-existent Afro-Caribbean roots by participating in the annual Caribanna Parade!!! I was the token white chick with big tits - which I guess is typecasting but what the hell. I got to fulfill two ambitions - to walk around in costume and a feather headdress and to be fondled by the masses.
If for a moment you can picture me jumping, grinding and shaking my ass -- I did have a bit of a groping experience. I felt someone grab me roughly from behind and start grinding against me - sadly it was not Vin Diesel(the dirty bastard) but a very well endowed male. What I don't understand is -if I was packing a 12 inch cock, I definitely want to look as attractive as possible. How else would anyone know what was in my pants? It is not like you can walk around with a shirt saying "Please inquire about my huge dick" Why would a person with that kind of weapon want to look dirty (as in unclean and unwashed not dirty as in a fuck-pig like Vin Diesel). So, imagine my sadness when after feeling a dick the size of six-year-olds arm up against my back, I turn around to find out that living at the end of the dream- is a nasty, no-tooth in his head, dirty looking hobo...What is a girl to do? Take him home anyway? Before you rush to judgement I was a good girl and did nothing - for a change...Although the decision not to take the filthbag back to a hotel took a lot longer than it should have...
Later in the day, I did end up meeting a lovely African exchange student and he gave me his number. Being a student I doubt he will be paying for anything but the cougar aspect of banging someone 10 years younger is fun.
Thus, another succesful Caribanna Festival has passed and despite the blisters on my feet, I can hardly wait until the next one.
This past weekend I explored my non-existent Afro-Caribbean roots by participating in the annual Caribanna Parade!!! I was the token white chick with big tits - which I guess is typecasting but what the hell. I got to fulfill two ambitions - to walk around in costume and a feather headdress and to be fondled by the masses.
If for a moment you can picture me jumping, grinding and shaking my ass -- I did have a bit of a groping experience. I felt someone grab me roughly from behind and start grinding against me - sadly it was not Vin Diesel(the dirty bastard) but a very well endowed male. What I don't understand is -if I was packing a 12 inch cock, I definitely want to look as attractive as possible. How else would anyone know what was in my pants? It is not like you can walk around with a shirt saying "Please inquire about my huge dick" Why would a person with that kind of weapon want to look dirty (as in unclean and unwashed not dirty as in a fuck-pig like Vin Diesel). So, imagine my sadness when after feeling a dick the size of six-year-olds arm up against my back, I turn around to find out that living at the end of the dream- is a nasty, no-tooth in his head, dirty looking hobo...What is a girl to do? Take him home anyway? Before you rush to judgement I was a good girl and did nothing - for a change...Although the decision not to take the filthbag back to a hotel took a lot longer than it should have...
Later in the day, I did end up meeting a lovely African exchange student and he gave me his number. Being a student I doubt he will be paying for anything but the cougar aspect of banging someone 10 years younger is fun.
Thus, another succesful Caribanna Festival has passed and despite the blisters on my feet, I can hardly wait until the next one.
posted by Tits Malone at 7:32 a.m.
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