Last Night at Blackout
Attendance: 79
There’s something about cold weather that makes us freakier than usual. It was chilly in LA last night, but it was warm inside Blackout and inside all the cheeks that spread open.
The energy level started off high and only got higher as the party went on. Y’all blazed up, drank that Don Julio, and had the nerve to start fuckin’ in the lounge.
I peeped in there and saw one slim little bro bent over the sofa as his hole got stroked. Impressively stroked, btw. Others watched and pulled on their own dicks until they had to dip into something themselves.
Every area got busy: the notorious Dark Room, the so-called “Slut-Me-Out” spot, the hallway, the area where bruthas change in and out of their clothes. Err-where.
Gotta thanks WG for doing an amazing job as host and keeping us organized.
Biggest thanks, once again, goes to all you chocolate, caramel, and light-skinned mofos who came out in the cold and created such a hot-ass Blackout vibe.