Trade: a gay term used to describe a masculine, usually DL man.
I have a strict No Trade Policy.
Most Trade either wants you to go back in the closet with them, or are so afraid of being outed that you have to battle with their own insecurities.
However, there are times when I fall short of what I say I'm all about.There's this FINE ass nigga named Jordan who lives in my apartment complex. He's 25, 6'2," 160lbs, tall and lean, smooth coco-butter complexion, low cut hair with waves, cute triangle beard, and a smile that makes me melt.
Today, Sweet Destiny, you treated me kind.
Like, 20 minutes ago, I had just got out the shower, smelling good as hell, putting on lotion--when, suddenly--a knock on the front door.Thinking it was family knocking, I thought nothing of opening the door in nothing but my boxers. Imagine my surprise when its him at the door, asking if my cousin was here. I zoned out for like 6 seconds; a flash of his body on mine suddenly went through my head. It wasn't until he asked me again that I snapped out of it.
I can't even recall if he was checking me out too, but I sure as hell hope he knows that I'd spread like peanut butter for him.
And now, what better way to celebrate this serendipitous occasion than making a deposit at the Spank Bank?
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Music, you say?
Damn Good Friends -- Elle Varner
Soundproof Room -- Elle Varner
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Checkout my latest vid! Power to the Porn Star (click here)
Enjoy the pics!
(excuse any typos).
-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com
I have a strict No Trade Policy.
Most Trade either wants you to go back in the closet with them, or are so afraid of being outed that you have to battle with their own insecurities.
However, there are times when I fall short of what I say I'm all about.There's this FINE ass nigga named Jordan who lives in my apartment complex. He's 25, 6'2," 160lbs, tall and lean, smooth coco-butter complexion, low cut hair with waves, cute triangle beard, and a smile that makes me melt.
Today, Sweet Destiny, you treated me kind.
Like, 20 minutes ago, I had just got out the shower, smelling good as hell, putting on lotion--when, suddenly--a knock on the front door.Thinking it was family knocking, I thought nothing of opening the door in nothing but my boxers. Imagine my surprise when its him at the door, asking if my cousin was here. I zoned out for like 6 seconds; a flash of his body on mine suddenly went through my head. It wasn't until he asked me again that I snapped out of it.
I can't even recall if he was checking me out too, but I sure as hell hope he knows that I'd spread like peanut butter for him.
And now, what better way to celebrate this serendipitous occasion than making a deposit at the Spank Bank?
-------
Music, you say?
Damn Good Friends -- Elle Varner
Soundproof Room -- Elle Varner
----------
Checkout my latest vid! Power to the Porn Star (click here)
Enjoy the pics!
(excuse any typos).
-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com
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