the craziness that was comicon got the best of me this week. i came home nights unable to do more than stuff a cheese sandwich in my gullet and collapse. and, i got no play AT ALL. but it leads me back to this memory … years ago, i went to a comic con in … Continue reading
i slept with mr. chicago last night. i mean, i spent the entire night in his bed (well, the hotel’s bed). i didn’t leave. i didn’t even cum, believe it or not. we had dinner. i took him around comicon. it was a like a … well, it was like a date. he paid for … Continue reading
