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This report is different, though. Lots of new groundbreaking stuff and learning experiences for me, so I want to share it with you guys.
I am writing this up while everything is fresh in my memory.. I will try to be as detailed as I can and as honest as I can too because I don’t want this report to be entertainment, I want it to be educational.
The Gambia. Islamic prayer calls for ringtones, red dust everywhere, goats in the road and reggae music blaring from the rolled down windows of taxi cabs.
Before I go on, let me talk a little about the country. It’s small, 1,6 million people living on either side of the river Gambia. Everything is close to everything else there.. one town is right next to another and you can walk to most places with ease.
It is also an extremely poor country, relying almost entirely on tourism to attract much needed foreign currency. This means that all the inherent evils of mass tourism exists in the Gambia, especially prostitution.
However, for every one fat old pig you see with a young girl in tow you will see at least two or three fat old WAR-pigs with a young rasta-brother.
There really is something extra disgusting about whore-mongers. The way these people sit with a smug smile on their face because the just KNOW there’s no way in hell they could ever afford/pull off fucking a hot 18-year old back home, let alone be seen out in public with one..
Yeah, the male and female whore-mongers was definitely one of the most unpleasant experiences of my trip. Poverty drives people to desperate measures and watching some fugly old white people taking advantage of that made me want to puke several times.
Also, in Gambia there is the peculiar phenomenon of the so-called ‘bumsters’, unemployed street hustlers who make a living off of harassing any white person they see.. these people hang out in front of hotels and wait for unsuspecting victims to come out so they can latch on to them and suck money from them by offering their ‘help’. The bumsters really get on your nerves but I decided to learn how to handle them using the social skills I picked up on this forum. If you go, you will definitely want to know the things I’m about to tell you.
Here’s my advice:
-First and foremost, be totally OK with having to resort to physical violence. Bumsters aren’t usually violent but if everything goes down the toilet fast you have to be ready to knock somebody the fuck out. If you don’t have this key component in place none of the other tactics I am going to outline here will work for you.
-Be unreactive. Bumsters will yell at you in a threatening tone, demanding your attention. Don’t give it to them. Instead, just keep walking as if you are completely unaware of their existence.
-If ignoring them doesn’t work, amog them. I did A LOT of amogging during my stay in the Gambia. Basically, I would use social pressure against the bumsters by talking to him in a very loud booming voice so everyone around us started to look at him:
“Whoa man! Are you trying to hustle me?! Please, respect yourself, I work hard for my money, you should try it some time!!”
I also flipped the script on them by using their own tactics against them; I noticed how the bumsters would bombard me with questions about me, effectively making me qualify to them if I answered them. So I just did the same back to them before they could start:
“Yeah so what’s your name? Cool, where do you live? What do you do for a living? How old are you?” etc. After a minute of this cut him off with a “OK, see you man” and just walk off.
One bumster tried to hustle me in a club by asking me if I maybe could get him a drink and I just flashed him a big smile and said:
“Aww man, thanks! I’d love a drink! I’ll have a double Jack n’ Coke and my girl will take a Fanta, OK”. He slinkered off and didn’t bother me again. I used this on many other fucktards begging me for drinks.
But like I said, be ready to knock someone’s head off. One really drunk bumster came over and leaned in over me while I was sitting down on a chair in a club; he asked me if I didn’t remember him (another one of their standard tactics). I said no and then I pushed him back out of my face with some very fierce eye contact. They will NOT respect a weak pussy, so don’t go to the Gambia if you are one (or at least hide in your hotel during the entire stay because the streets will be off-limits for you).
“These girls are all prostitutes” or “shit, maybe those girls won’t talk with me because they think I’m looking for hookers”.
Not healthy thinking. I decide to just allow myself to relax and get a little drunk on the cheap beer. It’s only my first night and I’m not in a hurry.
Maybe around an hour pass by with me just dancing by myself, digging the music.
Then all of a sudden a tall, skinny girl gives me strong EC. She’s not really my type but I’m in the mood to play a little. I can instantly tell she’s a pro from her looks, she’s much more light-skinned than the Gambian girls and her purse, high heels and outfit screams “HO!” to me.
But I don’t judge, working girls need lovin’ too, and I figure that being seen with a girl will always be better for social proof than dancing alone.
She moves in.
“I like you”, she whispers in my ear while she rubs herself up against me. I know she’s trying to game me but this girl is in over her head..
“Mmm, I really like you too, baby. But I’m afraid you have to look for someone else, cuz I’m just a broke loser and I never pay for girls, you know?”
She tells me she’s not a pro (cough- BULLSHIT- cough) and that she just wants me to be her boyfriend.
I repeat my EFA and push her in the direction of a white WM (Whore-Monger) standing a bit from us.. “Go to that guy, he’ll pay you. Back home, girls pay ME for sex, so you couldn’t afford me anyway..”
She grabs onto me and tells me she’s not interested in money. We dance a little. I can tell she’s getting turned on from my dirty dancing..
After 10-15 minutes of dancing I isolate her to a staircase because the music is so insanely loud on the dance floor I can’t hear anything.. I re-iterate my EFA of “no money for sex, ever” and she insists adamantly that she only wants me because she likes me..
We get out of there and take a cab to her place. It’s pretty bad, basically just two small rooms with no furniture except a mattress on the bare concrete floor and a couple of photos stuck up on the wall.
She’s from Guinea. She tells me she has a little daughter back home in Guinea who her mother is looking after while she’s here in the Gambia working.
I talk some more with her and she suddenly says something that really hits me:
She tells me she wishes she didn’t have to go to the club. All she wants is a white boyfriend that can take her out of this and I feel a pang of guilt for not being able to be that guy.
She undresses, I condomize myself and we start fucking. I suddenly feel no desire to come myself but instead I focus on her. I gaze into her eyes deeply and really SEE her. I can tell this actually means something to her and she comes several times while I finger her.
It was quite intense. After, she starts to cry. She asks me if this was only for one night and I tell her “yes” while I caress her cheek. I still take her number though, out of respect.
In the morning she walks me home, I pick a shocking pink flower growing on a wall and place it behind her right ear.. it matches her dress perfectly. I’m such an incorrigible romantic.
She never asked me for any kind of money whatsoever.
My second lay was on the third night. I was actually too tired to go anywhere the night before, so I just slept like a rock but the next night I was really well-rested and eager to go meet some more interesting people.
I had made friends with the cleaner at my hotel, A, and me and him were heading out into the night around 11 o’clock.
We ended up in a VERY crowded open-air type bar with a live band playing. These guys were African but they seemed to play only Cuban songs? Weird combo, but it really worked for me. I loved the rythms and the sound of Spanish in my ear, so far away from home.
This bar was ass-packed with old WMs and what seemed like an endless supply of very sexy pro’s everywhere. Again, I had the feeling that there had to be some normal girls in here too but I didn’t trust my ability to tell the difference yet. So I erred on the side of caution and just assumed that any girl I met here was a ho.
Me and A are standing around listening to the band.. girls all over shoot me crazy EC but no one opens me. I look around and I see a couple of very interesting options.
Suddenly I feel someone slipping their hand into my hand from behind. I turn around and it’s HBPinkflower from my first night.
I greet her with a warm smile and a hug and talk with her for a few minutes. We dance a little to the salsa from the band and I get her giggling from doing a simple spin on her that all the girls around us take notice of.
While I’m dancing with HBPinkflower I see a very, very HOT young freak-girl in a light-blue dress. She’s dancing directly in front of me, maybe 10 feet away. Her eyes are saying “Fuck me silly, right now!”, and this is not something I’m just making up.. I have never seen a more blatant Fuck Invitation.
HBPinkflower notice it too. She asks me if I want to fuck that girl?
I just smile, but turn to my buddy A and discretely tell him that he needs to occupy HBPinkflower for a few minutes while I talk to the freak girl.
She’s gone outside into the parking lot for a smoke. I join her and introduce myself. I tell her that I can see that she’s made a real effort tonight.. and that I want her to know I appreciate it (cr: me). This one always goes over well for me.
She smiles and we fluff for about 60 seconds when all of the sudden HBPinkflower pops up like an evil troll.
She instantly starts to scream at HBBluedress and I have to remove her physically back inside. Before I leave I wink conspiratorily at my freak girl.
I manage to get HBPinkflower to go sit with her friends and I noticed HBBluedress go deeper into the bar, down what looks like a long intestine going all the way back. In the crush of people I follow her and catch up with her at the back wall.
From here on, it’s ON.
I run my standard line about me not being into paying for sex and she laughs and says:
“Hey, this is Gambia.. everybody fucks everybody here!”
I escalate by kissing her neck and biting it.. she tells me that I have found her weak spot. I know.
I talk to her and kino her and pull her into me for a few minutes and then I tell her we’re getting out of here.
As we make for the exit I find A and we all move towards the door. HBPinkflower re-appear and starts some drama-shit again. I push her back gently and tell her that she needs to behave.
“I’m not your boyfriend, OK?”
She resigns but looks like she’s ready to stab HBBluedress.
We walk to a karaoke-bar and HBBluedress squats down on the road to take a piss at least three times on the way there.
While we’re walking, I run some of my freak-game on her. This is pretty advanced shit so unless you’ve fucked A LOT of girls like I have, please don’t try this and come bitching to me when you bomb out. (Also, please don’t KJ here and tell me this won’t work because I have field tested this shit to DEATH, OK?)
Anyway, my freak game these days consists of being inconsistent. I tell her that I think I’m falling madly in love with her, that she’s the first girl I have ever loved and that I’m a little worried I may not be able to satisfy her since I’m still a virgin.. shit like that.
However, the way I grab her and move her around and command her to put her arm around me or kiss me tells her that I’m very far from a regular AFC. My BL, my style, my EC and my kino all screams player but MY WORDS are those of a super-lame AFC.
I say these over-the-top things with a smirk, an arrogance that the girls instantly recognize as that of a player, a man who fucks a lot of girls.
Let me know if this makes sense or not, but this is how I do things now with hot freaks and it works for me.
She ’s a peculiar type of freak:
Young, 20 with a killer body and a cute face with a nose that’s slightly up-turned and some big, sensual lips.
She’s from Liberia and she informs me that all Liberians are Americans. Apparently, there’s something about the Liberian accent, like a strange lazy quality to the pronunciation of words that gives her a bit of a lisp. Somehow, this turns me on immensely.
My friend A tells me that he’s getting tired and wants to get a good night’s sleep when we hit the karaoke-place so I say bye to him. We’re within walking distance of my hotel anyway.
Me and the girl sit and have a beer. She says it’s her girlfriend’s place and introduce me to a Sierra Leonian girl.
HBBluedress starts to dance for me. She’s basically giving me a lap dance, complete with exaggerated horny facial expressions and index finger sucking. I can’t help smile a little at her ‘game’. I’m sure this type of display usually has other guys enthralled.. but I can almost hear Franco laughing in the background, telling me how she’s wonderfully high drive but I need to keep my cool and sleep with one eye open around this one..
After another round of beers I tell her it’s time to go. She invites me to her place and since everything went smooth with the last one I figure why the hell not..
She lives with a rasta-dude. He’s friendly enough when he opens the door for us and heads back to bed. Boyfriend and/or pimp?
HBBluedress smokes a joint and starts to swig cheap whiskey directly from the bottle.. I know where this behavior will take our evening so I get her to show me her room and make her leave the bottle and the spliff in the kitchen. She shows me some fierce-looking scars on her body she claims are from gun-shots. I am inclined to believe her, with my army background.
We talk a little on her bed and she takes her clothes off.
She’s very sexy and after a bit of spanking and other rough-housing she goes off. The fucking is good with her.
After, she’s visibly drunk and high. It’s like the full effect of the weed and whiskey only hits her after the sex. Her room is like a fucking furnace and I can’t help longing for the AC in my hotel room.
I ask her if she wants to come back with me and she says yes.
We take a taxi there. Once in my room she jumps in the shower and come out a lot more sober and smiley.
Round two commences. Just as she is about to climb on top of me she swiftly remove my condom and inserts my cock in herself and sits down heavily on it. This is bad, I think to myself, but that dark part of me that just wants to impregnate millions of young, nubile nymphs just keeps pumping..
When it’s impossible to have an orgasm with a condom on your cock, the feel of a raw, wet pussy can very quickly become a fetish for you, an obsession that requires an almost super-human willpower to turn down. I don’t have that willpower tonight.
(Now, here I could have just left out the whole passage about me and this girl rawdogging it and I would have been the poster-boy for PC clean living. But I’m not interested in being that guy. I want you to remember this when you read on.)
In the morning, HBBluedress demands money from me. I’m not particularly surprised. I tell her that I still don’t pay girls for sex, not in the evening and not in the morning either.
I hand her what amounts to 2 US dollars for a cab and push her outside my door and close it on her. Too bad, she had a great ass and she sucked dick like a pornstar. We had exchanged numbers earlier and she called me every other day for the next week and a half but I never answered.
My third lay was with the worst case of Borderline Personality Disorder I have met to date. This girl may not have known ka-ratey but she sure knew ca-razey! She was also the hottest, most perfect-looking girl I have been with EVER.
But I’m getting ahead of myself here, let me start with when I met this girl.
I had made plans to go out with another guy who worked as a night guard at my hotel and this really awesome dude I met on the beach the day before. I’ll call him ‘T’. T is a bit of an up-and-coming name on the music scene in one of the biggest countries in Africa and I liked his laid-back, friendly demeanor from the beginning. He would turn out to be more of a friend than I could ever had hoped for.
We met up that night and started the evening by going down to the beach for a reggae party at a beach bar. The place was PACKED but it seemed like there was about 50 bumsters to every girl there. T doesn’t feel very happy there and I make a quick assessment and decide the chances of pulling anything even remotely worthwhile there are slim to none, so we all head off to another club.
This club is also a bit rough and T, who isn’t exactly the biggest dude is apprehensive about going in. I tell him not to worry, I’m a soldier and I got his back. This convinces him and we head in with my friend Abdul the night guard.
Abdul keeps telling me that he can hook me up with any girl I like here. I thank him and try to explain that I am perfectly capable of hooking myself up with girls if I see something I like but he doesn’t really get me.
We head straight for the bar and T downs his first beer in one giant swig. Thirsty cat.
I take my time and scan the room for talent. Wall-to-wall hotties. It’s insane. There are more girls I would personally rate 9 and above here than I meet in a YEAR back home. This is pretty good for my sense of abundance.
My eye is caught almost immediately by this very slim, young, super-dark girl dressed in a classy, black dress dancing with a girlfriend by one of the speakers. She’s right in my field of vision and I can tell she’s noticed me looking. I smile at her and she looks away shyly, but keeps dancing in the same spot. This girl really knows how to move her body and her face and everything about her is just perfect.
We go sit down in some chairs close to the dance floor. Abdul leans in and asks me if there’s anyone I like in here? I look around to point of the girl from the speaker but she’s gone now.. I tell him that I have seen a ton of sexy girls here but there’s one in particular I like but I can’t see her anymore.
Just as I tell him this she moves past us and I point her out discretely. BIG mistake. See, I thought he was just asking me because he was worried I wasn’t having a good time but it turns out that he asked me because he wanted to approach the girl for me, assuming I didn’t have any kind of game like all the white chumps he was used to meeting.
So before I can stop him he has called the dark beauty from the speaker over and motions for her to sit down next to me. FUCK.
Now I look like a complete chode to this girl. I feel like slapping Abdul upside his head but done is done.
I turn to her (I’ll call her HBDark because her skin was the color of really rich, dark chocolate) and I can hear myself blurt out one lame interview-style question after another. “So are you from Gambia? That’s a cool accent you got. How old are you? Do you like dancehall?” Argh. Not good. I can actually hear a little voice in my head saying I need to be interesting NOW but of course this isn’t helping.
She tells me she’s a professional dancer and that she successfully competes in different dancehall queen contests for money.
I ask her if she would like to dance with me. She says she really wants to but not to this song.. it’s a “lady song”.
I let the conversation die out several times but she re-initiates right back.
After a few more minutes of what I can only describe as embarrassingly boring chit-chat she suddenly grabs my hand as says “Let’s dance!”
From here on, the whole PU switches gears. On the floor I dance very slowly and close with her and I know enough to make her very horny. Other people are noticing us too. I think it’s very rare for people here to see a white guy who can move on the dance floor.
HBDark wasn’t lying about her dance skills. She moves so sensually and from time to time she’ll dip herself backwards like a limbo dancer with the back of her head almost touching the floor and come back up slowly using nothing but the taut muscles of her flat belly. Mm-mm-mm!
We dance together for a very long time. The golden bubble, a phenomenon I know always accompany any successful PU for me wraps itself around us. I feel completely infatuated and in love with HBDark. She looks at me like she’s there too.. It’s hard to describe but we both feel exhilarated about meeting each other.
I go find T with HBDark in my hand. I introduce her to him and he greets her friendly and compliments me on my taste.
I tell him we’re thinking about going somewhere else because some of the other girls there are starting to give HBDark some very bad looks because she snagged me up.. apparently Abdul has noticed it too and wants us to leave before a bitch storm breaks out.
T is very comfortable there now and wants to play some pool so he says go ahead and he’ll catch up with us in the morning. Before we leave he whispers in my ear:
“Yo bro, this girl of yours is NOT a Good Girl! Trust me, I know her type.”
I’m not feeling him on it. She screens as a freak but I’ve met many sweet, awesome freak girls since I’ve learned the technology and I have managed them all successfully with minimal drama (mainly by nexting them early) so I push his words out of my mind and proceed. First mistake.
We go next door to the first club I went to where I picked up HBPink. There’s less people here but the music is still banging.
We sit down at the bar and sure enough, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and it’s HBPink. She’s not looking too happy. I say hi, smile and turn back to talk to HBDark. HBPink leaves us.
We dance some more and sit and talk. I make her sit on my lap and talk with my lips really close to her ear.. she smells fantastic so I tell her this and ask about her perfume.
After about a couple of hours together I can feel I’m getting really tired. I really want to see HBDark again so I decide to do something I would normally not do.
I tell her that she’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met and that I want to meet her again. We exchange numbers and I really want to take her home but I don’t want her to feel like she’s just a SNL to me so I tell her all of this.
She replies:
“Well, what do YOU want to do now? Do you want to go home alone or do you want me to come with you.. whatever you decide I will do it, because you’re the man.”
That’s my girl.
As we leave the club and are walking down the stairs unto the street I hear some incoherent yelling from the top of the stairs. It’s HBPink (again). This girl seems to be extremely good at popping up every time I pick up a new girl to throw a little drama my way.
We go back to my hotel. When we get in the room she asks if she can take a shower. “Of course”, I tell her.
After she comes out I go in the bathroom and shower too. When I come back, she’s lying in my bed under the covers.
I join her and realize that she’s completely naked when I get into bed with her. Her body is unbelievable. She’s very skinny, her body is like a 13-year old’s and her ass is the size of two sweet peaches but her breasts are big and perky, definitely the breasts of a grown woman. Her face is also flawless. High cheekbones and full, succulent lips. Everything about this girl drives me crazy with lust and we kiss and start to fuck.
She’s a classic freak in bed. A complete nymphomaniac and she can’t get it rough enough. “Fuck me like you’re angry with me!” she keeps repeating during sex.
In the morning my ‘looks-itis’ (cr: ijjjji) drives me to ask her to spend the rest of my holiday with me. I feel like I found the perfect girl: She’s not a pro, she looks EXACTLY like my ideal dream woman and she fucks like a sex-starved female inmate fresh out of prison..
During the next days she begins a MASSIVE onslaught of freak drama. She will look aggressively and random people in restaurants during dinner and yell “WHAAAT??!!” She introduces me to everybody as her ‘fiancee’ (WTF?). She is CONSTANTLY horny so anytime my cock is NOT inside her she cooks up drama or pouts or shit-tests me. Basically, it’s like her betaisation program is in super-drive, since she knows we only have a week and a half together before I leave.
It all comes to a abrupt halt 5 days later when I next her. The details are pretty hilarious really, but too voluminous for a LR, so I will probably write up a RR later if and when I get time. Suffice to say, it’s gets pretty ugly.
(I still have extreme orgasms when I think of her during masturbation, though. This girl was truly lethal and I pity the fool with less game than me that she sinks her claws into next.)
The last girl I picked up was HBBraids. She was a small, cute girl in African dress with her hair braided very beautifully that I first noticed one night when I was out with HBDark (turns out HBBraids had seen me in a restaurant already on my first night but I hadn’t noticed her then.)
I saw her standing around in the club looking really young and different. She was the only girl in there not in jeans or shorts or a skimpy skirt. Instead, she was wearing a traditional stunning long green silk dress. Breath-taking.
Of course HBDark saw me looking and instantly hissed “So you wanna fuck that girl, huh?”
I told her that I loved her African dress.
Next time I saw her me and my friend T was out with HBDark. She was dancing with her cousin while me and T were sitting down in some chairs talking. At one point I had to leave for the toilet and when I came back T’s chair was now occupied by HBBraids.
I sit down next to her and turn to her with a smile and say:
“You’re not T!”
HBBraids looks at me confused and goes:
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know this seat was taken..”
I interrupt her and tell her that she’s a definite improvement over T and that I insist she stays.
T returns from the bar, I introduce them. I quickly whisper to T that when HBDark comes back he should let her know that HBBraids is ‘his girl’. He knows what’s up and just nods.
I chat for no more than a couple of minutes with her before HBDark is standing there. I excuse myself and go dance with her while T chats with Braids some more.
I didn’t get a chance to talk to HBBraids again that night but the night I decided to next HBDark I was out alone with T again.(Incidentally, that night HBDark, who was waiting for me back at my hotel room, deleted ALL the pictures of herself or of me and her in my camera.)
Me and T had been touring around a little, hitting a really big night club which was so expensive that it had zero people in it.. we then moved on to a karaoke place where I approached a pretty sexy girl with a mohawk who was the mother hen of a big group of girls.. but I didn’t get a good vibe from her and I didn’t feel like plowing with so many other gorgeous girls around so T and me moved on.
Strolling along the main strip with all the clubs and restaurants we suddenly see HBBraids sitting outside a shop on a box watching TV.
I smile and call out her name. She’s happy to see us and she remembers my name back.
We talk a little, she’s been to the club where we met her last but she didn’t like it there and we tell her about our experience with the empty mega-club.
I ask her about her background and find out that she’s 20 and not from the Gambia originally although she’s living with family here now. She’s from Guinea-Bissau and speaks Portuguese!
I immediately switch to Portuguese and both Braids and T looks at me in wonder.. T because he can’t understand a single word of my conversation with Braids and she because I can communicate with her in a language she’s much more comfortable in than English (she’s only been in Gambia for 8 months, and has taught herself English).
Bubble. BIG one.
I ask her if she would like to come with us back to the mega-club, partly because she’s never been inside it and also because we have the stamps to go in.
She says yes but wants to get her sister back in the other club. We all go there and finds her sister, a very cute and bubbly 18-year old. T is feeling her big time.
Everybody is happy.
At the mega-club we pay for the girls' entrance and go sit down and try to talk over the music but it’s very hard.. I have my arm around Braids’ shoulder and she’s tucked in nicely under it. I really want to kiss those big, sexy lips of hers that I can’t take my eyes off when she speaks.
I hold back though. This one is not a freak. She’s the first good girl I’ve picked up here and I don’t want to rush things and scare her off by escalating too soon and in front of everybody in the club.
I settle for giving her a few light kisses on the forehead once in a while when she says something funny.
We hold hands all night though.. mutually caressing. Thanks 60!
When the night winds down we walk Braids and her sister to the main road and wait with them while their cab driver comes for them.. T tries to extract the pair back to his place but no dice.
I’m actually glad. I have set up a day2 on the beach with Braids for the next day. We say bye and I kiss her good night before loading her and her sister in the cab.
The next day I go to the traffic junction near the beach where we agreed to meet and wait. She’s late and she’s not picking up her phone so I automatically assume she’s going to flake on me.
Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time a girl I was sure really liked me have flaked so I saunter on down to the beach and have lunch in a little restaurant overlooking the Atlantic ocean.
An hour later I return to the junction and call up my regular cab driver. He tells me he’s 10 minutes away.
While I’m waiting for him Braids suddenly calls me up and tells me she’s there in 10 minutes. OK.
I call my taxi-guy back and cancel my ride for now.
40! Minutes later Braids come walking over to me.
Now normally, I would simply have deleted her number and went about my merry business without ever giving her a second thought but I’m in Africa, I don’t have anywhere I have to be, she was very cool the night before so I broke all my own rules for this girl.
And boy am I glad I did! She looks SO GORGEOUS when she finally arrives. She’s in another traditional African dress and she’s got the cutest little simili-necklace on.
I tell her she’s a very lucky girl. She asks why and I explain her that she’s the first girl I have ever waited more than 15 minutes for. Turns out the clock in her cell that she borrowed from her brother is one hour behind.
I tell her I already ate and that we’re going back to my guest house. She agrees and I call up my taxi-guy again.
It’s getting late and I have dinner plans with T and a girlfriend of his that night.
After I showered at my room and Braids engulfed watched Indian Bollywood movies on cable (she doesn’t have a TV at her home) we go meet T and his girlfriend at a restaurant.
Braids is a little quiet during dinner, I think because her English is still wobbly.
She keeps looking at me with those big brown eyes when I talk and there’s something there. Something real. T notices it too and when she’s in the toilet he leans in and says:
“Yo, this girl of yours is really into you, man. I mean BIG TIME into you, ya know?”
We finish at the restaurant and me and Braids say goodbye to T and his friend. I just assume Braids wants to go back home with me so we do.
We turn on the TV again for some more high-pitched Hindi song and dance and lie on the bed together.
Braids is wearing one of my tank-tops and panties. She’s ridiculously beautiful. Very different from HBDark, lighter-skinned but still with those big sensual lips that feels incredible every time we kiss..
Suddenly she sits up and looks at me serious.
“I want chickle-chickle!” she demands. I’m a little confused, not sure if it’s some kind of food or what the hell she’s talking about.
“CHICKLE-CHICKLE!!” she repeats and this time she wiggles all of her small fingers at me and I understand her.
I grab her and pull her up into my lap and tickle her while she squeals in pure delight just like a 5-year old would. I’m sold.
Later we turn out the lights and start to make out. I escalate very gently and slowly, I sense that she’s somewhat apprehensive. Lots of soft kisses land all over her perfect body and it’s a very close and warm experience.
We fall asleep and the next morning she’s up way too early, singing “Baby are you DOWN-DOWN-DOWN-DOWN-DOWN..” while tidying up the entire room and folding my laundry.
I spent the remaining four days with her and she was just amazing in every way. Not once did she ask me for ANYTHING and that’s why I took her shopping for some new shoes and paid for her nails to be done. I have no problem being the ‘prince from afar’ as Franco calls it, as long as it’s MY choice on who and what I spend my money.
The day after Braids and I have sex I notice something grey coming out of my urethra before I take a piss. It’s a souvenir from my bare-back encounter with HBBluedress. I tell Braids I feel like my stomach is upset and want to go see a doctor.
She takes me to a local clinic she knows and they do a urin and blood test on me.
Yes, I was correct in my suspicion, it’s Gonorrhea. I get two shots of antibiotics in the ass and two other types of antibiotics in pill-form I have to take for 10 days. It’s my third VD in as many decades of fucking.
I didn’t condomize with Braids either.
Didn’t cum inside her and we only had sex one time but of course I knew she had to have the antibiotics too.
She agrees to take the shot and the pills although I’m not sure she has any idea why exactly she’s doing it. Because I ask it of her, I guess.
Braids was like a strange pinnacle after three misfires.. she really made the whole journey worthwhile and I have kept in touch with her since returning, again because I want to.
That’s it. Everything is laid out as accurate as possible.. it’s taken me several weeks to finish this mammoth-LR but I think all the important details are here. If something is unclear just ask.
Hope you enjoyed reading this more than I did typing it up!
This is going to be REALLY long. Sorry. I usually don’t bother typing up reports anymore because most of my pick-ups go down the exact same way, so when there’s nothing new to report, I really don’t want to spend my time sitting in front of a computer writing the same shit over and over again.
-Finally, deliberately misinterpreting things:
My first lay happened on the first night. I was out in the Senegambia area, where all the restaurants, bars and night clubs that caters to the white tourists are situated (I stayed at a hotel located a short 5-minute walk from there). There is some excellent music to be heard in the clubs here, especially Jamaican Reggae and Dancehall. This was actually one of the main reasons why I went to the Gambia.
So I am in this club and there are a lot of black dudes but not very many girls. I can feel myself running some strange limiting belief program through my head:
It was my fourth day. I had gotten rid of the freak/ho combo special, HBBluedress that morning and I was ready to accept that I might have to either keep fucking desperate prostitutes for free the rest of my stay, or not fuck anymore until I got back home again. Neither prospect had me really hyped.
I take her to the side of one of the clinic buildings away from the other patients and try to explain to her what’s up. She just looks at me with those doe-eyes, full of trust and love. Ugh.
