i came back the following night and was glad i did – i found out the club was closing the next afternoon and i would have missed my last chance to have sex there.
now, i’m the sentimental sort anyway. i love to go to my childhood home, my old college campus, and just relive the memories. and as i put on my speedo one last time, i couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. sure, most nights had more trolls than hotties, but i’d met the federal marshal there, donkey dick, the elf … so many good (and bizarre) sexual misadventures.
i started playing with this chubby latino guy. he wasn’t my ideal, but he had a nice friendly face. he jerked off pretty quickly, and tried to help me, but the steam and my own general malaise (again – working at this sex shop has nearly killed my mojo … i maintain its just the fucked-up hours, but i still worry) kept me from coming. i went to the suana and he went with me, but i still couldn’t nut.
he went to shower and then i had an idea. i watched him for a few minutes (next to the crazy teeth-brushing old white troll … why he chooses to bruhs his teeth in the 24 hour shower is BEYOND me) and as he dried off, i went to him and said, “you mind doing me a favor?”
after the troll left, my new pal went in and showered in view of the sauna window. i stood up and started jerking so he could see me. somehow, it felt more pornstar than i had for a while! the tooth-brusher chose that moment to walk back to the jacuzzi, and i’m sure he saw me, but i didn’t care. i came like crazy.
i thanked my new friend, and rolled out of there. i will miss it.
but onto new sexual misadventures …
squirrel watch:
some hot middle-eastern looking guys tonight. yum. why am i so addicted to dark meat?
carb watch:
right on! so good today! portion control and cardio! whoo-hoo! tautville, here i come!
mr. chicago update:
i texted him a funny line about he was having more fun skiing than i was selling dildos, but “wait a minute, maybe i can have some fun!’ he texted back, “save the dildos and wait for me.” WELL! rock on!
song lyric of the day:
Now hounds of love are hunting.
I’ve always been a coward,
And I don’t know what’s good for me …
Hounds of Love – Kate Bush
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