Blackout: One Hundred and Two

Attendance: 102

Fire, yall. Absolute fire.

The energy was freaky asf. Bruthas headed straight to either the notorious Dark Room or the so-called Slut-Me-Out area in back. The body heat got out of control, even with the A/C on blast.

A lot of newbies pulled up, especially those visiting LA for the weekend. They fucked everywhere: in the hallway, in the area where bruthas change in and out of their clothes, and where the staff chills. The host lowkey opened an extra room to handle the overflow.

That Tall Caramel Boy

At one point, our security cameras showed a tall, caramel boy walking up the street approaching the spot. When he checked in, it was obvious the bruthas were gonna run all up in him. The bubble butt was unreal.

He was brought into the staff area and bent over a sofa. A slim, chocolate top dicked him down non-stop for a good 20 minutes. The boy’s ass started talking back. This only made the top pound harder until caramel boy tapped out. Others watched and stroked.

Damn.

Big thanks to our amazing host, Lawrence. Guests just wouldn’t let him keep his underwear on, but he was still able to get that dick wet and keep us organized. Great job making all the newbies feel comfortable, too.

To all you sexy mofos who turned last night into one of the freakiest Blackout parties we’ve ever experienced, we extend our sincerest appreciation.

p.s.: Yeah, JSJ. We see you. Pulling up with an afro from 1971 and giving Richard Roundtree top-dawg energy. Thanks for the big bottle of Jack.