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The revenge of swamp ass"I smelled like a cleansed woman and this is what I get!"
It happened on a cold winter's night in 2005. My heart was racing, I hadn't seen this man in months and I missed him terribly. Deep down sex wasn't what I wanted from him that night. Sure I missed him and sex with him was always incredible, but I just wanted to lay with him. Look at him and talk to him, get to know this man that I was so crazy about for the past year. I wanted to ask him silly shit like, what was his favorite color and for him to tell me how his work week went. I fantasized of him opening the door and me jumping in his arms and giving him a great big kiss and then telling him how much I loved him. But that wouldn't happen. I had to play it cool. This was a straight jump off situation. *Sigh* And I couldn't dare express my emotions to the degree I wanted in fear of scaring him away. I was looking fine as ever and smelled like the cotton candy body scrub I showered with and tasted like chocolate I'm sure. 'Cause I used my edible chocolate and coconut body powder and lotion so I could make sure when he tasted my skin he would never forget it. So I get there, talking on the phone to avoid having to give him an uncomfortable hug or kiss. We head to the bedroom where he was watching television. As usual, his room is neat (as was his entire apartment. Not an ounce of dirt in sight) with the same bed spreads he had on since our first night. Although I'm sure they were clean, I just noticed that they never changed. Or maybe it was just the comforter, who knows. Who cares? Shit I was just happy to be in his presence. So we talk for a bit. Watch a little of the game. I loved this man. But I hated this man. Because he wouldn't give me a chance in hell to get even a little close to him and that secretly was driving me crazy. He was an arrogant asshole. A business man. Working in a great position at a prestigious company making big figures. Living in a not-so-shabby Manhattan neighborhood, driving a sexy truck. Tall, dark and handsome. He knew he was a good catch. I knew he was a good catch, but in all seriousness some days I wanted to slap the shit out this bitch. So as the night goes on, somehow (it's all vague now) we began to kiss. I think. He takes the initiative to go down on me. I always loved when he did this, 'cause according to him and it was the TRUTH. He finesses the pussy when he does his job. And his lips were THE SOFTEST I had ever encountered. If I was dry, after this man did his thing I was sure to be wet, soft and wet lol. But for some reason although the lips were soft as usual, he didn't quite hit the spot. So it was my turn. And if you all are wondering if I know what I'm doing when I decided to give an education...you fuckin' betcha. Now love is a mothafucka aint it? 'Cause when you are truly feeling someone the way I was feeling this guy a lot of shit goes unnoticed. Like the fact that this man's dick had to be one of the smallest I'd ever seen. I was stunned, 'cause the other times we had sex, particularly the first, I never noticed. I was so hot for him that it slipped right past me. I mean I'm not a size queen or anything and the man did do his job but by golly, the dick was small. No wonder he always felt the need to ask me if it was enough for me. As I continue I must say in retrospect this situation was a bit disturbing to me. I took so much time to prepare myself to impress him and that is the least I could say for him. Before really speaking to anyone about this I thought maybe he was just having a bad day. We all have a bad day every now and then don't we? But after speaking to one person in particular who was trying to get a girl he didn't really care for to leave him alone, he plotted to do something just like this and it got me thinking damn, did this pussy do this on purpose? Was this his payback, his revenge for all my shameless begging to see him? But then again there was no need, when this man was ready he had no problem ignoring me. So I go down to give him a blow job and wouldn't you know to my nostrils surprise there was the lingering smell of shit in his ass. Yes the man had swamp ass! After a few seconds of trying to ignore this foul odor by holding my breath I decided that that was enough and we either got it on now or never. So we got it on, or so we tried. But on top of the foul smell coming from his rectum he had the nerve to give me a less than mediocre performance that lasted all of five minutes, if that much. He tired easy and soon fell asleep. After a little while he got up to go the kitchen and get something to eat. He comes in the bedroom with a plate of ribs I believe it was, and lays across the bed. I'm sitting about 3 feet away from him. His legs weren't open but he was naked and still I could smell his swamp ass. No it wasn't a figment of my damn imagination. The man didn't take the time to wash his ass after taking a shit knowing I was on my way there. But little ole me took at least thirty minutes in the shower before visiting him to make sure I smelled like a cleansed woman and this is what I get! Here's the rule. Even if you are not expecting a sex date after you have used the bathroom, shit or piss, wipe. Wipe with the tissue first then follow up with baby wipes. Shit in the ass is such that, even after you have wiped 'till your ass is sore then jumped in shower if you come out and take a piss and wipe, of course, you can almost bet that something will come off on that tissue. And when you are wiping, push. Push to make sure that everything gets out. And please please, especially to my ladies because we sit when we do everything on the toilet don't forget to wipe the outside. You know the butt cheeks. And everyone should travel with their baby wipes! You know to top this story off, only a few days later was this man very rude to me, on two occasions following this incident to be exact. And neither of the times did I make it my business to tell him to take care of his swamp ass before his next intimate visit. What I fool I was. So since I know that he sometimes visits this site I thought I'd make this shout out to him. You were rude to me over the course of two years when all I did was love you. And then to top off your disgusting demeanor you had the nerve to have swamp ass??? Shame on me for not blowing your spot up to your face when I had the chance. And shame on you for thinking you were the shit when it was shit lingering you had in your ass. To everyone reading, when you meet a person whom you are truly feeling and their attitude towards you is less than attractive and then some situation like this occurs, first let the bitch know about themselves. Then feel free to send them one of the following parting gifts as a reminder to them you will never forget them and you know what they didn't do in the shower. For questions or comments feel free to email me at afro-disiac@akynos.com |
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