The Velvet Vise
Monday, November 10, 2014 4:26 AM
Business-wise and health-wise my life is deep in the shitter. Not being accustomed to dealing with depression and despair I have been reminiscing about the happy times in my life. Re-living some of my experiences in this hobby is a big help combating this blackness in my soul.
To my surprise, the time I spent with a stripper 4+ years ago has provided me with the most laughs of all my SC exploits. This girl worked at Million Dollar in Mississauga, one of the notorious FS pus buckets near Toronto Int'l. She was the first (and only) squirter that I have ever met. She was an energetic participant in the old in-and-out and delivered a seriously sweet BBBJ. Unhappily she was unbearably stupid so I cut her loose after a half dozen encounters even though she remains, to this day, the best sex that I have ever had.
Now, as I relive those moments when my friend, Mr. Wood, was enjoyably ensconced in the velvet vise of her supremely talented pussy, the blackness in my soul disappears for a few moments.
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