(shit, I dropped my loofah) Sorry, sweetie, can you repeat that? I took a call from my chubby chaser yesterday. He came after 15 minutes, we said Happy Thanksgiving to each other, la la laa, okay, on to the next one. I...
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"I love you," said Bilingual Papi. I'll talk to you really soon, I replied, with a big grin on my face that I know transmitted through my voice. I really was smiling, but I bit back the reflexive response. I love you, too. Why did I pull...
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I was talking with Bilingual Papi yesterday after he came, which was nice, because he sometimes pushes the time limit and I rarely get as much time with his post-come chat as I like. With some customers, I am happy or relieved when they hang...
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I'm going to start calling him the Stalker Cuckold, at least until I come up with something better. He delights in hashing over the details of his wife's potential lust for old mutual friends with larger cocks than his, and I mean the really boring...
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It's a hot and sweaty lesbian scene, worthy of really good video equipment and a decent soundtrack. My lover has come back after a long time away, and I pounce on her as soon as she walks through the door. We tussle and tongue-kiss—she especially...
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It's always a relief to talk about travel instead of tits...
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lots o' honey and a nice flared base...
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Dammit. I don't have any hands free for my dick. His card in my file box is sparsely annotated: CD (cross-dressing) slut, toilet. Then at the bottom-left corner of the card: crackhead. I never put down drugs, or derogatory names, for that...
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I don't think even this will work...
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