This climax courtesy of KLM

Humph. As for this Adventure di333, I’m just going to recount the tale verbatim so that my personal views do not detract from the beauty of this story.

A friend of mine recently traveled to Ghana to lick her wounds after a particularly bad break up with her boyfriend. (I guess when you’re parents have money you can do that…flee to Ghana to heal your broken heart.) On the return flight to the states from Amsterdam on KLM, she was seated by a 50 something Palestinian man and struck up a conversation with him. She told him why she was in Ghana and now returning back to the States, he told her he was a divorced father of 2. He asked her about her views on Israel and Palestine, and she explained that she didn’t know much about the conflict, just that the two hated each other. He spent the next 15 minutes educating her on the history of their war(s). Then suddenly, the conversation took a dramatic twist:

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“Do you have any vices?” he asked.
“No, not really,” she replied.
“Come on. Everybody has vices.”
“Well I don’t.”

“Do you do drugs?”
“No.”
“Do you drink?”
“Not really.”
“How about men?”

This gave her pause.

“Well, I do love men,” she admitted. “There’s just something about being with a man that I really crave.”

The Palestinian called for the stewardess and requested wine.

“Come on,” he said. “You’re going to have a drink with me.”
“But I already told you. I don’t really drink.”
After much insistence, she allowed him to pick out her wine. Red or white, she didn’t care.

By her forth sip she was feeling quite relaxed. She still can’t recall how, but somehow between the forth and sixth sip, her head headed up between the Palestinian’s lap, she was hungrily sucking his dick with a blanket over her head and his hand down her pants ferociously fingering her.

After he heaved a sigh and came in her mouth (ewww!), he returned the favor by flicking two fingers against her clitoris. 10 minutes later, my freaky friend decided that was not enough.

“Would you like to have sex with me?” she asked.
“Er…yes. What man wouldn’t want to have sex with you?”

She smiled.

“Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.”

When he arrived at the door, she was waiting with her pants down. He wordlessly turned her around, bent her over and “banged the sh*t” out of her (her own words). She then climbed on top of him while he guided her hips in rhythmic motion. He burrowed his face into her breasts and licked hungrily at her nipples. She knew he was done when he hugged her waist tightly and his breathing steadied.

Ten minutes later they were back in their seats, finishing their wine. She announced she was going to sleep. He woke her when the flight landed, got off the plane, went through customs and never saw him again.

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I sat listening to this tale with my mouth agape.

“Soooo, let me get this straight,” I said. “You f*cked a 50 year old Palestinian?”
“And I gave him head,” she replied.
“I mean, did you use a condom??”
“Yes. I’m a whore, not a fool.”
“Why is a 50 year old Palestinian walking around with condoms? Is he just looking to screw 20 something Black girls???’
“Malaka, he just came from Amsterdam. Of course he’s looking to screw somebody.”

This next question, I HAD to ask.

“Was he big?”
“Big enough.”
“Well…what did it look like.”
“Beige, like the rest of his body.”
“Dude, do you know anything about this man at all? Do you even remember his name?”

She paused.

“I know that he wore and brown leather cap and leather jacket, and that he did things to my body in one hour that Ekow had never done in three years. That’s good enough for me.”

When she put it like that, it was good enough for me too.