Distracted….playing w/ Instagram when I should be working djm (Taken with Instagram)
#breakfast (Taken with Instagram)
Taken with Instagram
Love her. This is hanging in my bathroom
Marilyn Monroe <3
When life throws you lemons….make a lemon drop martini :-)
I love this woman! She’s my sweet addiction :) (Taken with instagram)
this was awesome lol
he pulled it off nicely, the guy runs after him lol
Nylah & Trinity - Part I
I love my wife. Heaven knows I do, but lately I’ve been feeling as though something is missing. She feels a mini vacation is just what the doctor ordered. So here we are at Roman Skies Bed & Breakfast. I pray this prescription is the remedy because eight years is a lot to just dispose of with no regard. Shit, eight years is like a lifetime in gay years. As Nylah checked us in, I checked out the brown skin beauty waiting in the lobby. I was reminded of “Darling Nikki” by Prince because she ironically was reading a magazine. Normally feminine females don’t get me turned on like this, but “Mahogany” had my nipples ready to jump right in her mouth. Suddenly I wished I had worn a bra. I told myself to look away for fear Ny would be offended; instead, I tapped her so that she too could admire “Mahogany”. “How about a threesome with her” I jokingly asked rhetorically but low-key seriously. She noticed us noticing her, yet she smirked. Damn that shit turned me on, and Nylah as well because she began to squeeze my hand. I imagined Nylah partaking of her waters as she enjoyed my cream filling. Realizing that my imagination had gone a bit too deep, I blinked several times in an attempt to rekindle my reality. I turned to focus my attention on Ny, but something told me she was in a Dreamworld of her own. I wondered what she may have been thinking. Is she envisioning the lust that invaded my mental space at this moment. The thought alone began to make my nature awaken like an early morning sunrise. “Baby, we’re acting like we’ve never seen a beautiful woman before,” I whispered to Nylah. “I know right! It’s something about her. I think she’s fantasizing about us, just as we are her.” I doubted that. At my moment of doubt, “Mahogany” quickly disproved my suspicions. She uncrossed her legs; leaving them slightly parted. It was just enough to let us know two things. One, she was just as intrigued by us as we were of her. Two, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
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