Far-L

Went there with my parents, French side, when I was still a teen... a guy was hitting on my mom at the hotel bar and she asked me to help get rid of him when he left momentarily for a wizz... I started talking to the cat and one thing led to another and he brought me to the local whore house which was a first for my naive young ass.

He paid for me to go back with one of the Dominican girls who washed my cock with Lava pumice soap. After she turned her fiance's picture to the wall, (being from a poor family, I learned that is how she was earning a dowry to go back home with) she fucked me until she complained that I was taking too long and made me hurry up and cum so she could go because it was apparently closing time...

The guy was long gone and the proprietors offered me a ride back to town... in the bouncing back of their pick up truck.

Shaken but not stirred from the ride, I wanted to get some weed so I asked a dude with dreadlocks that I had seen earlier watching a reggae bar band in town... He said yes but we needed a car so I went back to my hotel and snuck out the rental car keys. He said he would have to drive and I found out once he started driving that he actually didn't have a license and had only driven a few times... but he managed not to crash and took me to a little shanty town back inland where I don't think a whole lot of tourists go.

Part of me at this point was pretty sure I was going to be cut into chunks with a machete and made into a rich white boy stew with coconut milk and scotch bonnet peppers. I was happy though because, one, I had just been laid, and, two, the adventure unfolding was worth the price if I could just survive and stay out of the stew pot like Bugs Bunny.

He went up to some shack and a cracked out old lady sold him some weed, as I wasn't into the whole crack cocaine anything on any account. Me and the rastaman went back to the beach and rolled a nice fat spliff. We started smoking it.

Every time he passed I puff, puff, passed it back.

He looked at me.

He looked at me like I was fucking nuts.

Finally he said, "what's a matta wit you mon?"

I didn't know what to say. Finally I said that is how we did it in the States.

He rolled another and handed it to me. "Here, we not in a hurry, mon."

Fucked, fucking, fuckity, fuck, fuck. The brilliance of it hit me with the perfect clarity of a life lesson becoming crystal clear to light my path forevermore.

You can try that but I cannot promise it will be the same for you as it was for me. Good luck and enjoy your trip.



"Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right"

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