I flew out of St. Louis early on Monday morning with
my cock still thinking about the great sex party. I returned to Michigan and did nothing until
the weekend. I didn’t want to—I was
still sated. I was hoping to get a man
or two to my playroom on either Friday night or Saturday, but nothing worked
out. I’d noticed an ad for a party in Detroit on
Saturday night. It looked like an odd
mix of guys, but I ended up deciding to make the drive. A mistake.
Thirteen guys attended.
One tight, not very clean motel room.Four of them were unprepared for anal sex as I found out the hard way.
One was a good fuck bud I knew.
One other was a good fuck until it went bad…(see
above).
One great felching moment out of my bud, the large load
delivered by a cheating husband.
Eleven men who thought constant talk was more fun
than having sex.
One television with an infomercial blaring away.
I left early.
And without getting off. But not
alone. I left with
One case of crabs.
Eek. And that's why I shave and trim! And why I avoid sex parties like the one described. Total amateur hour. You deserve much better, stud. - Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
ReplyDeleteHorny men do stupid things....I guess it was my turn. I never should have gone.
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