he (and his wife) picked me up New Year's at Berlin. He was hot as fuck; black hat, Jersey accent, hard as a rock, sexy beard, glinting eyes. Short and solid
woman searching fuck my mouth still waters. We went back to his hotel. Taking off his shirt, I noticed tha this forearm was hideously swollen and blistered. "What's that?" I asked, of course. "If I tell you you won't like me anymore." He'd tried to shoot coke in his arm and missed a vein. His wife kept coming in and out of the room I thought she was cool with the whole scene, but not so much. Anyway, I knew there would be no sex, but maybe some j/o or something, so I unbuttoned his shirt and went for that incredible torso. He was so tough looking, but his skin was impossibly soft and milky, sculpted shoulders, amazing taut nips, abs for days but just to the left of his navel, along his side, I noticed a large gauze bandage. It was oozing a little, yellow liquid. To be continued.
Amorous laughing not to touchy and never expecting much like sex.
I Have been through a lot in relations simply trusting more than I was suppose to I'm only trying to find friends not with advantages because my next guy I'd like to be my husband I am able to begin a family nicely at least be someone wife.