K AKA Special K in Leominster?
Good evening gentlemen.
I've Just come across this "K AKA Special K in Leominster" and I'm intrigued. I'll be in Leominster tomorrow afternoon. Would someone be so kind as to share her contact info, cell # with me? If you don't want to post it here, you can PM me. It's greatly appreciated. Thank you.
I've said it before but this time I mean it
Went and saw k on Wed. I had to let some time pass before I can even talk about it. Went. Some dude on a bike was calling her in front of the house. Finally she let him in the front door. 5 or ten minutes pass and dude hops on his bike and bolts. Now it's my turn. I get the play by play. 5th guy today. Tells me what they did. I ask her if she likes to party and she says she doesn't do drugs. Think he can put that rumor to rest. I asked because that past guy seemed more like a move than a trick. Anyways .60 two pops. Blew me for a bit. Wanted to get piped. And handed me a rubber. Then asked if I even wanted one. And I'm so damn proud of myself. I said. Naw I'll use it. (Life's all about small victories lads).
Drilled her like jed clampet. And for some strange fucking reason. I didn't just leave. She blew me again and gave the old prostate a good rub. Nutted down her throat. Honestly the dopamine dump in my brain in that exact moment. Let's just say it was a good thing I had flip flops on and not sneakers on cause I would have hung myself with my laces. I jumped up and made tracks. I saw her clam from the front. Her standing. Reminded me of the landlord that Woody Harrelson fucks in kingpin. . mi just can't any more. I'm hanging my hat up with her.