People of Earth,
Greetings, loved ones. You've no doubt noticed that there's a new segment called Sexy Sunday. Every Sunday, I'm telling a story from my sorted past and present. For the next few weeks, including today, I'll be telling you about my birthday week, where I had a sexual experience with each of my regulars. Later in the month, into next month, I'll tell you about my New Year's Eve with Blasian and Fiona. Then, I'll tell you about the trophy wives I've been fucking lately. Oh and now added to all of this, there's a personal trainer I've done a couple of times so I should make some time to tell those stories, too. I'm now basically a gigolo without getting paid for it and you know what? I love it. Busy, busy, busy.
Speaking of busy, I've gotten a place, along with a couple of friends, that's strictly a crash pad. Since we all live in Brooklyn and Queens, we pooled our money together and got a 3 bedroom place just east of Union Square in Manhattan. This way, since we all work at all hours of the day and night, we can crash there if we need to take a nap or just don't want to wait for the subways at night (which can take forever) to take us across the river.
Oh, plus it has the added benefit of having a discreet entrance so that the ladies we bring over don't have to worry about their boyfriends or husbands coming over. We have a text system to let each other know when we're going to be using it in case some one's getting busy in the living room, kitchen, or bathroom. I've used the apartment so much lately, I think I've spent more time there than in my own place in Brooklyn.
In fact, life's changed a lot over the last year and especially the last few months. My friend Todd is now a paid escort and is making good money. He's the one who got me the membership to the gym as a gift. Because of that, the women I've had have gotten wealthier. I know I'm their flavor of the month and they'll toss me whenever they want another flavor but I'm going to enjoy this for a while and keep in mind that I'm just a boy toy, like one of Jennifer Lopez's or Madonna's latest flings.
Greetings, loved ones. You've no doubt noticed that there's a new segment called Sexy Sunday. Every Sunday, I'm telling a story from my sorted past and present. For the next few weeks, including today, I'll be telling you about my birthday week, where I had a sexual experience with each of my regulars. Later in the month, into next month, I'll tell you about my New Year's Eve with Blasian and Fiona. Then, I'll tell you about the trophy wives I've been fucking lately. Oh and now added to all of this, there's a personal trainer I've done a couple of times so I should make some time to tell those stories, too. I'm now basically a gigolo without getting paid for it and you know what? I love it. Busy, busy, busy.
Speaking of busy, I've gotten a place, along with a couple of friends, that's strictly a crash pad. Since we all live in Brooklyn and Queens, we pooled our money together and got a 3 bedroom place just east of Union Square in Manhattan. This way, since we all work at all hours of the day and night, we can crash there if we need to take a nap or just don't want to wait for the subways at night (which can take forever) to take us across the river.
Oh, plus it has the added benefit of having a discreet entrance so that the ladies we bring over don't have to worry about their boyfriends or husbands coming over. We have a text system to let each other know when we're going to be using it in case some one's getting busy in the living room, kitchen, or bathroom. I've used the apartment so much lately, I think I've spent more time there than in my own place in Brooklyn.
In fact, life's changed a lot over the last year and especially the last few months. My friend Todd is now a paid escort and is making good money. He's the one who got me the membership to the gym as a gift. Because of that, the women I've had have gotten wealthier. I know I'm their flavor of the month and they'll toss me whenever they want another flavor but I'm going to enjoy this for a while and keep in mind that I'm just a boy toy, like one of Jennifer Lopez's or Madonna's latest flings.
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