Plantation Rum – Jamaica
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Sit back lad, ‘n let me tell ye what must beware ‘o the jamaican wenches. A comely lass she was, sharp as a tack and hard as granite. She caught me eye with her heady air and irreverent ways. I knew I wuz outta me league, but wuz intrigued, not the less. Like a cutlass doused in butter she wuz – creamy smooth yet brutal n’ jagged. Me own mother taught me well ta steer clear o’ woman such’s this, yet still I went in ta steal a kiss. The initial rush wuz intense n’ damnably near set me mouth ablaze. Musky smooth as silk, her lips they wuz, yet penetratin’ n’ consumin’. Like starin’ the sun in the eye, me deadlights swelled up with pleasure n’ pain alike. ‘N as I stood there like a daft loper recoverin’, the strumpet snagged me purse ‘n made off with the barkeep. ‘N thas why I say ta ya, lad – watch them jamaican’ lasses like hawks! Continue reading