Saturday night, gayclub, I spot him when I’m on stage performing. He’s stading in the front row smiling, jumping and clapping his hands. A playful smile, brown wavy hair and brown eyes, a white top on a tanned body.
A great looking German, I couldn’t believe it!! (and he wasn’t, he told me later that night he’s Norwegian, a Norwegian marketing manager)
The show ended and we went back stage to take a shower and get dressed to party all night long, we always do when we’re at gayclubs. Me and Bob sat down by one of the tables and ordered a few shots and drinks, had to keep up with the party animals. I looked for Mr. Niceguy and found him on the dancefloor, made us end up next to eachother and…yeah…after P.Diddy feat. Christinas ‘Tell me’ (and way too much ‘Get a room’-dancing) we went to my room, my hotel room.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him…and the way he kissed!! OMG, give me more, honey!
He is versatile, when it comes to sex, that made me very happy…cause so am I. I don’t think I could spend my life with someone whos pure bottom/top. Boooring! Boooring!
So let’s just say we had a great night, a naughty, wild and cuddly night.
He’s been calling me a few times afterwards. ‘Just wanted to say hi and…how are you doing?’
Yeah.
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
And! Did you pack condoms?
Hehe yes and I’m glad I did cause he didn’t
Let that be a lesson for all of us LOL
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