Sin Sin Atti
This cat had been emailing with me like all day. Like all day and I think even for longer. One of those poor guys who had the misfortune of hiring a crumby provider in the past. Most men have stories like his, they called a girl who couldn’t speak english, bait n switched him, had her friend in the bathroom texting waiting for him to leave, tried to hustle him.
No business havin trannies. They make the game SO so much easier for me, a competant provider with forthright dealings and honest communication, able to fuck in several languages. Anyway my boy from Cincinatti.. he fell in love that night, oh yea! We had a semi-versatile fuck-FEST! He went forever and that dick was gooooood.
He was so into the idea of taking pictures of me covered in his warm sticky glitz, which is awesome cause I LOVE these pictures omg! I love having a collection of cumshot pics that I can look back over and remember all the fun parties I’ve thrown.
Planet Hollywood is a great venue for parties too. I’m like a machine there, cause the closest Valet is at Miracle Mile, which is like half a mile from the guest elevator. It’s awesome too, it’s like an instance. The place is a crazy undergroundish maze full of crazy treasures and tons of people skitting this way and that.
I go into Max Payne vision and blitz through. Oh, Max Payne vision is an adrenelaine-triggered, unfocused way of looking at a mass of moving objects with dilated pupils. Kinda like.. you ever play Contra? Like when there are too many bullets on a screen at once you just set your brain to is_moving=true and set your base brain function to walk while you use the rest of your processing power for avoid.collision
Pretty Awesome. But yea I’m in the fuckin zone when I get to a hotel room. And the zone is where you wanna be.