Ahh to return to a Mans paradise. The sweet scent of beautiful Latinas and the feel of a young tight body can only produce a great and fascinating high. Now I am no spring chicken and no virgin when it comes to morphing into a pleasure pig. As a result I claim to have amnesia on a regular schedule. I blame these memory losses on atalaje
As the door swings open the sensation is alluring and exciting at any age. The clubs are always dark. The air is cool and smells of tobacco and lemons. I arrive early as this is when I have the most energy for such adventures. I like to sit up front, close to the stage, like I was at concert. It is best to show your appreciation and sitting up front sends a message. Soon I have a beer. Next I have a beautiful, tight body in my lap telling me lies I love to hear. What follows clears the flooze and makes for stories that always have blank spots.
Now I feel eighteen again thanks to modern medicine! Unfortunately the feeling is short lived and I awake back in my 60yo body with a headache as well. I find my clothes from the night before. They smell of tobacco and lemons. I find glitter in my hair. I guess that’s better than finding the grey eh?
Was it worth it? Probably not but I am still smiling so what the hell
In Spanish they would say:
Cuando en duda, consultalo con tu Almohada.
And the fish will bite tomorrow