This weekend a visiting friend gave a me a great blow job. No I did not protest...too much. In the process of getting there, he ripped open my zipper fly and ruined my jeans. He assumed it was a button fly. And then he calls me a whore, on top of some other actual nice compliments. Am I just a coy whore, or a whore-wannabe? I pick the latter, but I need help. Help becoming a whore that is.
These are my blobs, blabs, and bleeps, my thoughts, rants & raves, army of robots, astronomical & extreme weather pictures...from a 40yo NYC-native homo and his robotic alter-ego.
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