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Getting Wet
My Unbreakable Habit
They say you can break any habit if you go 21 days without it. Thank God it’s not true when it comes to the taste, touch, and smell of My Pussy Habit. If anything this extended time without it makes me appreciate her even more.
My college basketball team made it to the Sweet 16 in the NCAA Tournament. This means we go on to the Regional site without returning to campus.
Normally this would be an exciting time in a Hoop Star’s basketball life. A dream comes true if you will. However, in my case, it was 21 days without my addictive habit. Although most of me is excited, Mr. Johnson isn’t happy.
I can’t remember a time when being on the road meant no sex. With basketball groupies in the hotel lobby, sluts at a local club, or even my favorite, street hookers paid with our Per Diem cash. On this particular road trip, everything changed.
Coach got hip to our ways but in defense of my teammates, I was always the ring leader. Since freshman year and the legendary Hawaiian Hooker incident. (A story for another day) My teammates consider me the King of the Road. We even have a name for it: Road Trippin.
Needless to say, on this particular extended road trip, the King is dead. I was under surveillance like a real King Pin. An assistant was posted outside my hotel suite. We…
