Is it Worth doing 250 km for sex?
My car is powered by lust.
How many times have you done, said, or thought of doing something that could have easily been avoided if we had done sex? That moment of clarity that only comes to us with an empty tomato and so often hidden behind a haze of turn-on that insists on coming back again and again. A wise man once said "there is no more honest human being than a man 5 seconds after seeing himself". I agree with this wise man, but it would help me to know how I can avoid making bad decisions based on how much I want to fuck someone. Especially when it's 300 kilometers away...
I knew I shouldn't have opened this person's message, but curiosity killed the cat and by chance I even get good nudes (those kind of artistic ones), so there was no way not to open said message and read "I'm taking care of some friends' house with a pool, do you want to come here?" and a few tongue-in-cheek emojis. The question seemed rhetorical to me and my answer would be too, but as is usual with this person, the entire message is followed by a close-up of her lingerie halfway between her legs and that skillfully painted nail strategically placed in the best place in the world and surroundings. If I wasn't a walking erection with two legs and I had responded with a few emojis, but as my balls were fuller than the Alqueva dam in January, I paused for a few seconds and replied "what if I was there?". Now, I must add that the location of this person was approximately 250 kilometers from me, that is, my dick would have to travel approximately 3 hours to park in the place he was promised. Obviously the girl burst out laughing and challenged me, however, she doesn't know what a turn-on does to a man and each and every member of the male species is shaking their chin in agreement with me right now. I took to the road and as soon as I got on the highway and took the toll ticket, I thought "fuck, I should have hit one". I hadn't even undressed her yet and this fuck was already coming out of my pocket in tolls and fuel. Always at the speed limit allowed by law, I went to the house where this person had assumed the role of guardian and when I thought I was going to be greeted with a welcome badge (minimum that good manners require), I hear "maybe We could go out to dinner!" Of course it is, I thought to myself. After spending on tolls and fuel to come and have a fuck and a half, what's missing is to spend even more on dinners. I don't want to lie, but I think I shoved the dessert into his mouth in a hurry while saying "let's go, it's getting cold and I don't have a coat". Friends' house, turnip out and let's get down to business. I confess that it was not the best fuck, given that by this time I was already calculating the return trip and the time I was going to get home. So I gave a hasty fuck, two kisses and walked out the door with empty balls and a certainty... "I SHOULD HAVE JERK OFF WHEN I RECEIVED THAT MESSAGE" Good fucks near or far from home and see you Saturday. Indian Escorts
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