Wow....why so hostile?....I've never been to a 'desolate truck stop somewhere' but obviously you have..how else would you know what 'some worn out whore' would look like. You clearly have a problem..suggest you deal with it..it's not healthy. As for 'too classy', I think the readers can decide who has a touch of class and who doesn't. I think you're late for your nightly trip to the 'desolate truck stop'. Off you go....A.
Well, aren't you a goody two shoes. The phrase I used (cheat on my husband) is just an expression to illustrate how bad the men are on this site. Not one seems to have an ounce of finesse when it comes to pleasing his lady. I haven't met a man yet who I would cheat on my husband with. (Shit, another sentence ending preposition). Watch out for those heart attacks, they can be deadly.....A.
How do you get a name like Bogdan? I guess Bogie for short would pass, thinking of the late great Humphrey Bogart. Just the name Bogdan would turn me right off....A.
I think the only thing that would please Luigi Goomba (great name!) would be hidden cameras in a busy massage parlour where the poor unfortunate masseuse gives 50 bj's a day. That's a form of real life I guess.
Hey Goomba, these apartments aren't massage parlours. In real life I don't bj my hub 6 times a day. He's lucky if it's 6 times a year. Think how boring it would be for you to watch our 'reallife'. LMFAO....A.
I think it's just wonderful that the guys in this club (CC/RLC) have a variety of cute/good looking ladies to drool over and to later slink off to your closets and stretch the pencil.
As far as I'm concerned there isn't a single guy in this club for me to get even remotely excited about. Not even remotely excited.
I enjoy the odd spontaneous moment with ladies, but really, there isn't a single guy here that I would cheat on my husband for. ( I'm a journalist and I ended a sentence with a preposition)...A.
Just a girlie observation from me, Kamila never opened her legs during the whole massage.
I waited and waited for any sign, and had she sprung them open there would have been a
whole different meaning to the session. She was as clamped up as a mussel. Nothing could
have reached heaven that night....A.