Diary 2020
"Don't you fucking stop"!
Flew out from my face while this Adonis rammed his fat cock inside me. It was the first time we hooked-up. He wasn't much for words but what he lacked in basic intelligence he made up for with pure unadulterated prison sex that I truly needed after the fuck of a week I was gifted. I met this guy while doing my laundry and reading a book to pass the time. He walked in with half of his clothing in, what could be called a knapsack, a bag of some sort looking like he just walked off the boardwalk of some beach. We met eyes, exchanged words, made plans, and here we are. I'm screaming for more of his dick in a van, parked outside the laundry mat in broad daylight. Yeah, I have Daddy issues and other colorful ticks. Charming is the term used. Anyhoo, after a marathon of a morning like that, I like to take myself out somewhere nice. These past few months I have been hopping from one warm destination to the next keeping up with my amazing tan. This month, I took some time in the states for some shine and glimmer so, of course, I am in California. Who can beat the sun here? It's a place where everyone knows everyone who knows someone famous or some shit. I like the food and the stories about the people who made what I am currently enjoying, the beach and the scene. I come out here to surf and do a bit of yoga with peeps on the beach. Today my office is in Santa Monica.
In the morning, I arise with the sun and get ready for my yoga class. There has been a good looking guy there for the past week. I've said hello but he didn't seem interested. His form is beautiful. His body is amazing. His dedication to yoga is something to marvel. I tried not to look but, it was hard not to. After a week of good mornings, I thought I'd try to chat him up but, he wasn't biting.
Later that evening, I was on a blind date at some fancy place near the beach. Everything and everyone was dressed to be seen. My date was late, really late. I was ready to leave. Just when I am about to pick up my purse and walk out the door, some person bumps into me and spills their drink all down the front of my dress and into my bra. Needless to say, I was wet and not in a good way. My face must have looked some kind of way because I heard someone say," Let me get that for you". Not paying any attention to who had said it, I thanked them for their kindness shaking off the pink/red concoctions that housed my front side. I was just grateful someone was being nice to me after a weird night. When I turned to thank the person again I noticed it was yoga guy from class earlier. His name was Ty and he too got stood up from his second date. We ordered a round and began to commiserate. Before too much longer we were like old friends talking about the battlefields of love and loss. As we neared the end of the evening, I bid him farewell and good luck to his future dates. For a moment, I looked towards my chair to grab my purse, just a moment, TY spun me around and landed the most delicious, honest kiss I have had in a while. His left hand gripped a mass of hair while his right secured my left hand behind my back. Struggling didn't come to mind. Sinking deep into his spell became the present. His cologne was divine as well and his body, pressed firmly against my own, his m.a.n. devoured my prowess, I was shook. This unassuming man took me in a matter of seconds.
In the morning, I arise with the sun and get ready for my yoga class. There has been a good looking guy there for the past week. I've said hello but he didn't seem interested. His form is beautiful. His body is amazing. His dedication to yoga is something to marvel. I tried not to look but, it was hard not to. After a week of good mornings, I thought I'd try to chat him up but, he wasn't biting.
Later that evening, I was on a blind date at some fancy place near the beach. Everything and everyone was dressed to be seen. My date was late, really late. I was ready to leave. Just when I am about to pick up my purse and walk out the door, some person bumps into me and spills their drink all down the front of my dress and into my bra. Needless to say, I was wet and not in a good way. My face must have looked some kind of way because I heard someone say," Let me get that for you". Not paying any attention to who had said it, I thanked them for their kindness shaking off the pink/red concoctions that housed my front side. I was just grateful someone was being nice to me after a weird night. When I turned to thank the person again I noticed it was yoga guy from class earlier. His name was Ty and he too got stood up from his second date. We ordered a round and began to commiserate. Before too much longer we were like old friends talking about the battlefields of love and loss. As we neared the end of the evening, I bid him farewell and good luck to his future dates. For a moment, I looked towards my chair to grab my purse, just a moment, TY spun me around and landed the most delicious, honest kiss I have had in a while. His left hand gripped a mass of hair while his right secured my left hand behind my back. Struggling didn't come to mind. Sinking deep into his spell became the present. His cologne was divine as well and his body, pressed firmly against my own, his m.a.n. devoured my prowess, I was shook. This unassuming man took me in a matter of seconds.
The moral to the story is...don't play with your food, devour it. Just like he did 💋
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