Tales of the Booty
Thinking back to the days I used to post “booty of the day” on my facebook page, it got me thinking about “the booty” and what about that make us men go crazy. What is it about this thing that sits on top of her back and got all the extra fat and juiciness up and under it the mass of meat that us dudes love to see? What about it make us want to put in our hands and watch it move and shake? Spend our hard earn dollars at strip clubs (in my case, quarters) watching them dance and do all kind of nasty ish with their booty; what about the booty that makes us dream of getting deep into it, penis whip it and have it bounce on our penis like a basketball? Is the booty really the root of all evil?
I used to date this woman name Lauryn and when she used to wear some tight fitting jeans, she had the attention of everyone she would come in contact with. She was very proud of her booty and she didn’t mind showing it off; guys used to drool over her and when we were out “dizam” is what we would hear them whisper. Ass was so firm and wide and high and round; I bet a small baby can rest comfortably on top of that ass; when she was dancing for me in the bedroom I would want me to shake it fast and so when it stops going up and down the waves of her vibrations would still reverberate in my mind. Till this day, I still wonder if it was her personality, her eloquence, her poetry, or her booty that attracted me in the first place. I wished more of that lustful attention was spent on her and vagina rather than the presence of her succulent round mounds of booty.
In my circle of friends, we always find ourselves talking about some chick’s booty and some of my dudes would definitely call themselves an “ass man”. So my boy X introduced me to his last shawty, Vianna and she perfectly fit that description; I used to ask X if that was the only reason he would want to be with that chick because she was blessed with a lot of ass but nothing else. Her booty made a dude want to show her how good you can work that stick; smack, taste, lick and feel the naked flesh of her booty in your hands, rubbing your penis all over it; ish got you so hot you probably wouldn’t notice the fake moaning these girls do at times because you can’t stand to pull away from it.
Could someone please tell me why fellaz love a girl with some big booty? What is it about the booty that makes all these white boys go crazy when they see a black chick with thick ass? now you have white dudes trying to grab their ass and white girls hitting up their rich daddies and hubbies so they can go purchase and be part of the “thick ass club”, this porn star derriere, hip hop film study, making dudes clutch their stuff kind of material and have skinny models envious years from now when their bulimia isn’t popular anymore and their anorexia left them shapeless to get a piece of that rocker, that shaker, the thing that makes girlfriends ask they wondering eyes boyfriend questions;
I know a lot of relationships that have ended because of someone else’s booty…is it really the root of all evil? I definitely don’t believe that though but it does make a man like me “pause” for a couple of seconds.