Better late than never. Drip.
Some months back I spotted the sweet young blond WW spinner Megan, out strolling rather near our infamous circle. Didn't have the time to take her to a no-tel just then, but went back a day or two later, and whilst hunting who do I run into but the once-beauteous Kristen (of Intervention fame). Rare chance to reconnect, and I took advantage of it. So sad, the toll the drugs take -- never was there as perfect a street girl as she, at least some years back. Anyway, I did everything with her, raw. Went back the next day and found little Megan. Same drill, everything, raw. (Neither encounter was particularly memorable, at least from the performance standpoint. But both girls know their way around a man's member. And both girls have damned good bodies.) A day later, my little soldier was dripping. Not ONE nasty bug, but TWO. You can figure out which two bugs; I just wish I could figure out which girl gave them to me. Or maybe it was one each, who knows? My doctor just shook his head and wrote me the meds required to knock out all of the little critters. If I were still married, this would have been a disaster.
I do love me a fine young blond spinner now and again, but my appetite is held in check by the physical risks. Plus, there is plenty of free poon out there. Of course, sooner or later one just gives in and samples more of the easy street meat, as evidenced by my recent eminently blah encounter with acne'd Amanda. And Amanda isn't carrying anywhere near the ammunition under her duds that Megan or Kristen is. Still, young and slender. And all three sweet, appreciative, and fully co-operative.
re: R. Kelly on these Hoes
Hatas want to hate.
Lovas want to love.
I don't even want.
None of the above.
I want to piss on you.
Yes I do.
I'll piss on you.
I'll pee on you.