Nathina Blake
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Purple Room
Decide early Friday, 15th May 2020 I decided to redecorate my guest room. I sat down the entrance of my guess room on the floor looking around trying to decide what to do with this room. I thought of repainting but that still wasn’t it. I thought about reshuffle the room that still didn’t feel like it was the task on hand.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
His Unforgettable Touch
Its been six hours and two days since we’ve met. I was crossing St. Royal St. on Oxford Road right in front of Limited Jewelry’s where we pass side by side. He was wearing a well seamed suit of deep ocean blue with a almost perfect white shirt. He had two buttons open right below his chin and it seemed he was wearing some sort of special cuff links.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Sweet Spring Break
It has finally arrived the last week before spring break. My last year of college. The biggest festival is about to happen and my friends and I all promise to throw the biggest after party 🎉. We all grouped up in the library to make final preparations for our big event.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Ghetto Love
I started dating this guy who came from the ghetto part of Kingston, Jamaica. Despite his area where he was from he knew how to treat a woman. He always was well dressed to impress and smell so divine. His aroma was toxic and inviting. I knew his schedule something he never realized I was studying. He always told me “baby nuh studi me wereabout mi nah easy fi program!” I just laughed and kissed him and ignore the nonsense that came out of his mouth. Because women are always one head a step of their men.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Lockdown Self Satisfaction
Trapped in my house alone for two weeks with nobody to talk or touch. I am so tired and frustrated over this situation. Corona virus has really interfered in my social life, my night life, dam even the sex too is interfered. I having being pacing into this small apartment since I arrived this morning. I looked at my lovely rose clock ⏰ and its only 9:30am and yet I feel I have being in here all day already.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
My Mother’s Diary
I was born in Kingston, Jamaica at Jubilee hospital in the early 80’s. My father was fresh into the police force. He was a tall Indian man with a body of a god. My mother was fresh out of high school. She had African texture hair and body designed to drive a man insane from behind.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
