I have a blessing.....and a curse
dickdecker
Pennsylvania
Take today for example. I walk in to a local Philly club, , not particularly know for extra's and with in minutes I have the finest girl in the room ID'd and targeted. I also have the ability to figure out who's high milage pretty well. (Another Blessing/curse) So after just little more than 30 minutes I am talking to her, already beginning the process.
We go back to the regular dance room and I begin telling her how beautiful she is, how sexy she is. how I wanna touch her all over and make her feel good. Some nipple nibbling, some over the panty caressing. I ask if I can touch inside (as I go ahead and do it) Now she is responding, moaning, saying weird stuff. I continue to look in her eyes ( I have some unusual colored eyes) kiss her neck, her ears, lick her nipples. Her pussy is very very wet and she has given in to me. Now I ask if she wants to play with my cock (as i just whip it out) She is eager to please and she wants to do the same to me. As I encourage her I tell her 'I'm gonna cum' She puts her hand over my mouth as she lowers her head to suck the cum out of me. Wow!! this is like 45 minutes after entering the club and I've never meet this woman before.
After 30+ years in this hobby.... a blessing? Sure. A curse? .....Well I've spent ten's of thousands of dollars, (could have been retired already) been through one marriage already, prioritized the club over family, friends, and lot's of social occasions. Lost out on more than a few Civie relationships. Had many drunken 'misadventures' But the thrill keeps you coming back. I don't know if there is any point to all this....I've kinda accepted myself as I am.
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"I ask if I can touch inside (as I go ahead and do it)."
And is a little creepy.
More than just a little...
#fakenews
woman to come with just their hands. That's not a blessing, it's just a fact. The creepy part is the curse. That's on you.
Take the girl sayin’ weird shit for example. I think that happens to everyone. It’s called the girl is drunk or high. Hell, I say all sorts of shit you damn dirty apes find weird. It’s because I’m constantly drunk. Plus the fact that I’m a frickin’ lion. ROAR!!!
Take this rickvice Eastern Ape: if you wanna forget something you just need to make friends with Jack. And Johnnie. And Jose. A fella by the name of Jim can help too.
Just get in your car, put ol’ Jack in a brown paper bag and start drivin’. Last mont I woke up somewhere in Canada with a frickin’ female polar bear and a back seat full of empty friends with J names. I do not remember how I got there or what I did with the bear. But I bet it was unspeakable. ROAR!!!