ProhibitionDev

1y

Ok, so it was like 3 days after hs gradutation and my dad and I were posted up in Thailand.

We started the evening having some wine, hitting up strip clubs, but nothing was poppin so I went to sleep. This nigga woke me up and said "get up, I got 2 bad b****es waiting for us at the club with some bottles" so i get dressed, we head down, bribe the bouncer to let me in since I was underage and head down. Sure enough, two of the most beautiful women I've seen with two bottles of ciroc and I'm like "bet." Whole night was like a movie, takin shots, dancin choppin it up, it was lit. Drank like half of bottle to myself.

So we take them back home, my dad and his girl go to one room, me and my girl go to the other. looking at each other like I was getting ready to throw down, had the condom on and everything and then BAM.

Threw up all over the bed and passed out

When I woke up I felt like s*** bc my first hang over, then it dawned on me what actually happened and I WAS SICK. Shorty was cool about it tho, she washed my sheets, took me out to breakfast and we went to see Jurrassic World. Didn't let me f***, but still very nice outting.

JMC

2y

I hesitate to share this one because it's so personal and I don't want to betray the confidence of those who let me be in the room and witness it, but here it goes:

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Malakas

4mo

When I visited Greece this summer, I didn't nut for the first 15 days or so. There wasn't much of a chance to, with all the family visits and so on. I don't know if it was that, maybe it was the lack of any stress, or maybe it was eating exclusively whole foods straight from the Earth. But when I was visiting my mother's home island of Ithaki for the first time, 2 weeks into the trip, a virility awakened in me that I hadn't had since college. I constantly had a hard on day by day, and as I saw women passing by my neurons were firing in awe of their beauty.

I sat down at a pizza joint and immediately one of the waitresses catches my attention. Nice ass. Strong aquiline nose. Maybe unattractive to some, but genuinely beautiful in my eyes. We exchange a glance, I nod and smile and she smiles softly as she lowers her head and walks away. Eventually as I'm eating, she comes by and asks if everything's ok, I say it's great and she notices my accent and asks if I'm American, I tell her yes and she compliments my Greek as we engage in small talk and I tell her simple s*** about what it's like over here. I ask about the night life on Ithaki, she recommends this bar/club combo. I go there later that night, and there she is. We dance, we kiss, she takes me to the airbnb she's staying at as she's working on island for the summer.

I was eating her out for a solid 20 minutes, she came twice. As she moaned from the second o***** I slowly mounted her and her eyes rolled back as I entered. We weren't f***ing, we were making love. I haven't had that experience ever in my life, even when I dated my ex all those years ago. College was just jacking off to p***, f***ing a tinder girl on occasion, or the Romanian chick from Lithography 301. But this was different. Her passion was like no other, her head game was 2nd only to this one girl on tinder back in 2018. I came 3 times that night, we just kept going until suddenly I wake up the next morning with her nestled comfortably in my arm. I'm legitimately shaking as I put to words this experience. Alas, we parted ways as it was time for me to return to the mainland. It wasn't meant to be, nor did I expect it. It was merely my turn. But this is one of the memories in my life I hold fondest. In fact, it might be the single greatest experience in my life. I have to wonder if not jacking off for 15 days in a row had any effect. I really do. Maybe consistently nutting day by day demystifies the very nature of sex. This is a question for the philosophers, not for me.

fakerickhoodie

2y

i work as a mixing engineer in atlanta and was lucky enough to work on the donda sessions (although i never went to the stadium.) one of ye's engineers had his hard drive plugged into my computer because he wants me to help him with a songs mix. he opens a folder that has 12 songs and the 4th song was titled "bordeaux_ye_drake_session" i asked him about it and he immediately cut me off by saying "shhhh" loud as f*** with his index finger in front of his lips. he sighed loud as f*** and pulled his hard drive fast as f*** out of my computer. kinda weird but i rarely think about it nowadays