The bar

She oozes sex….

A long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.

In which I pick up a sexy woman at a bar. Maybe.

I think, finally, I understand the basic rules of cricket.

So we talked. I learned much more. She learned much more. I don’t imagine anything, other than a deepening of our platonic bartender/drinker relationship will come of it. Which is (surprisingly, to me) fine by me. Don’t get me wrong…

I talked just a little more openly with my new crush. And here’s a little message to her.

Isabel is shy. Whenever we meet, she’s anxious. Anxious she’ll be seen by someone she knows. Anxious someone will overhear as I tell her that I can’t wait to feel her mouth on my cock. Anxious, to be honest, that…