An ordeal in a Dhulos' one night stand
Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 11:16 am
I laughed my heart out last night about an ordeal a Dhulos went through in Nairobi.
This is a guy born and raised in the pure nomadic environments of Las Caano, a genuine camel fukker, raised with a diet of camel milk and goat meat, proud and boastful of his nobility, so sure of his elevated status has no match, confident that he is a foot taller than any other in birth and class. This proud nomad has no hunger for city life and looks down upon city dwellers and thinks of them as lowlifes, however, fate dictated that our poor Dhulos ends up in the city of Nairobi as a result of the Somali exodus.
He hears from his peers about sneaking out and sleeping with the native women after a session of Qaat communion, he initially was disgusted by the idea of how a noble bloodied Somali would share a bed with a semi-baboon women but later was convinced by his peers that these women have a way in bed and they have experienced an ecstasy with no parallel. One night, our friend sneaks out alone and finds himself what he thought was a tad bit better looking she-baboon with soft curly hair, they ended up in his hotel room and get down to business, not knwoing what is in store for him.
After a little foreplay, he finally sticks his rod in her and they toss and turn, enjoying an unforseen pleasure, he touches her everywhere and feels every curve of her body, his hands finally landed on her head, he feels something prickly piercing his palms!!!!!!!, he slowly opens his eyes
the woman lost her wig and what he is feeling is her almost shaven cropped hair...................... he felt his heart coming to his mouth, a combination of multiple feelings engulfed every inch of his body, nausea and disgust took over his senses, thinking that all this time he was making love to a man 
He grabbed hurriedly what he could of his clothes and shot out of the door like an arrow. As if the news travelled faster than him, he approaches every two or three Somalis talking, eavesdropping and expecting the worst, when he couldn't hear anything in relation to the incident, he would then start enquiring if they heard about a man who slept with another man" when the answer comes negative, he would then pass to another group and repeat the same, he was finally convinced that no one has found out about his ordeal. Two days later, he sees the same woman on the street and confides to one of his friends that she ain't a woman but a man. It finally came to light that this was what was bothering him the night he was enquiring about the sodomy that had him upset
This is a guy born and raised in the pure nomadic environments of Las Caano, a genuine camel fukker, raised with a diet of camel milk and goat meat, proud and boastful of his nobility, so sure of his elevated status has no match, confident that he is a foot taller than any other in birth and class. This proud nomad has no hunger for city life and looks down upon city dwellers and thinks of them as lowlifes, however, fate dictated that our poor Dhulos ends up in the city of Nairobi as a result of the Somali exodus.
He hears from his peers about sneaking out and sleeping with the native women after a session of Qaat communion, he initially was disgusted by the idea of how a noble bloodied Somali would share a bed with a semi-baboon women but later was convinced by his peers that these women have a way in bed and they have experienced an ecstasy with no parallel. One night, our friend sneaks out alone and finds himself what he thought was a tad bit better looking she-baboon with soft curly hair, they ended up in his hotel room and get down to business, not knwoing what is in store for him.
After a little foreplay, he finally sticks his rod in her and they toss and turn, enjoying an unforseen pleasure, he touches her everywhere and feels every curve of her body, his hands finally landed on her head, he feels something prickly piercing his palms!!!!!!!, he slowly opens his eyes
the woman lost her wig and what he is feeling is her almost shaven cropped hair...................... he felt his heart coming to his mouth, a combination of multiple feelings engulfed every inch of his body, nausea and disgust took over his senses, thinking that all this time he was making love to a man He grabbed hurriedly what he could of his clothes and shot out of the door like an arrow. As if the news travelled faster than him, he approaches every two or three Somalis talking, eavesdropping and expecting the worst, when he couldn't hear anything in relation to the incident, he would then start enquiring if they heard about a man who slept with another man" when the answer comes negative, he would then pass to another group and repeat the same, he was finally convinced that no one has found out about his ordeal. Two days later, he sees the same woman on the street and confides to one of his friends that she ain't a woman but a man. It finally came to light that this was what was bothering him the night he was enquiring about the sodomy that had him upset
