SEX WITH DJIMON
I was Djimon Hounsou’s “hooni-hoosi-hole” for 4 years. His nickname for me
was “Tight Stuff.” That is what he affectionately called me.
I liked our sexual encounters just as much as he did. My thing was finding
places to fuck outdoors (naked in just heels; I have my own ranch & lake with woods)…*this always terrified Djimon but he did it anyway….and Djimon’s thing was getting intense blow jobs; rough face-banging to the bottom of my throat to be exact.
Djimon told me that Kimora was not sexually pleasing for him. He said she had been a real livewire before they got ‘ritually married’, but once they settled into
life at home, she became boring and lazy about pleasing him.
Not to be cruel…but in the marriage…Djimon was really just an unemployed actor whose best career move had been becoming a glorified assistant and Nanny to Kimora and Russell.
He was not really the African King, but the ego-busted PROP for Kimora’s
P.R. about her perfect life and family. So yes, Kimora was very lazy
about taking care of Djimon’s very ferocious sexual appetite.
The one thing that Kimora DID DO that I was unable to do sexually—is provide
threesomes with other women. She often treated him to one of her lesbian
“babes” and Djimon really liked that a lot and tried to pressure me to do it
but I refused. I told him that I would do it with two guys in the bed–but not two girls. I have to be the only woman in a sex act.
Still, I was Djimon’s “look forward to” piece.
Djimon told me that Kimora’s vagina was like “bubblegum” and that his penis
kept falling out during intercourse. He also complained of hygiene issues as
she is widely known to go without showering for days and lounge around in Sweat suits funky and oyster-smelling without a care.
I am vaginally infibulated an African ritual that has great meaning to African
men and to all men who like tight tiny pussy.
To be clear “vaginal infibulation” (which has been the horrific nightmare of my
entire life) is not Circumcision or Clitoris removal. *I have my clitoris. But
at birth, they undo the vagina’s inner muscles and reconfigure them to be
unnaturally tight—they then sew the vagina shut until your wedding day.
On that wedding day, they give the bride a set of rings…and the groom a
small razor to cut you open with. You then spend about a month being de-virginized by the groom.
In my case, because my parents were murdered and UNICEF placed me in a
home with a Black American family–I lost my virginity to a Black American
“Boule Octoroon” from Howard University, my English tutor at age 17.
It took a month for Truce to fully penetrate me and have “stroking” intercourse with me.
Djimon and I were supposed to “cheat” just once…but I used my expertise
at sex to manipulate and control him.
We are both Sexual Athletes, but Djimon is very innocent. He’s like that immigrant kid you show how to use the water fountain. Just so naive and easy to manipulate. And to get back at Kimora, that is what I was doing. In no time, Djimon told me that he was once again addicted to my pussy, my 44 double D all natural breasts and my ability to endure “face-banging” (we’d had a relationship years before). He also loves tall women and I am taller than Kimora.
Our affair began.
We saw ourselves as ‘buddies.’ Nothing romantic; but very much like basketball buddies or something. There is a definite affection.
who would you pick?