April 21, 2006
Last night was malibu rum-scented stripper flesh in the sniffer seats, jigglies to get your singles. An occasional back of the skull rub over the shaft trick carried some entertainment value, as did the tongue sliding delicately on the side of the neck, and the whispered moans and grunts--the special effects in Dolby surround sound. Of more desirable pleasure was the scent of a woman beneath the perfumes and oils, the natural odor of sex. When that faint touch broke through the fakeness then a little bit of ecsstasy descended upon you, briefly of course, but well worth the exchange rate.