T0p D0g Reloaded

I could’ve fallen for his eyes, but it was his incredible ability to perform the blow job that closed the deal for me. Men are suckers for a nice smile, a decent conversation and a blowing out of your mind blow job, in that reverse order of intensity. And I am one of them.

The intenser the act, the plainer the devastation after. Especially when his chubbishly rude but English spoken “gurlfriend!” suggested a threesome. I did not even make an excuse. I had enough: olive skin, deep dark eyes, his strange piercings, and a clean cut job to remember. Next morning I was still musing over my starbucks coffee.

Tags: Barcelona, a picture a day, down that lane, roadtrip 2007, something //