I was walking in Buenos Aires and I had already filled his balls. I had them filled with surplus my imagine. They had months, years, not updated this blog. So what? Fuck. What do you think I enjoy writing? Writing is only one thing I do. My real goal is to get laid. Purpose Daddies. I closed with some friends and I got new ones. Milan is so, you're always surrounded by friends who want to put you in the ass and say the word friends because the friend is Vaseline Vietcong, allowing them to approach without arousing suspicion. But I do not bite. My best friends are whores. They do not ask nothing in return except to help pay the rent. As a wife. In fact much better. His wife leaves him to pay the rent to you. This is its greatest generosity. What's more, whores, subject, do not break my balls, indeed, I will mend and you put them back in sixth. Well. Within the bar and order a ceres. The bartender has changed. It is a Brazilian and looks at me with big eyes ... some puss on, amigo, not exactly. Today I want to pussy pure, not the surrogate type hairy ass even cozy. I drink my ceres standing, in comes an interesting specimen. A girl in her early twenties, provocative, olive skin, black hair, sunglasses and heels vip vamp, scarlet lipstick model my fuck when fucking a long time (fifteen minutes). Hello beautiful, you want a ceres? , I'll do. No thanks, I do not drink that shit, she said. She has character. But has the good taste of a boar Grosseto for breakfast at Tiffany's. Well, then drink something else, I say. No thanks, I do not drink with the old. Even with those that have both an American Express? Well, because you have one? No, I do not have it. I I've got a friend that nobody can resist. And who would, she said. My dick, I say. The bartender turns away and the other customers of hidden giggle. The girl looks at me. Very seriously. € 200, he says. Sticazzi, I say, you can not discount a poor pensioner? But you saw me, she said. If not having had thee t'avrei not bothered ... waiting to injuries. In that sense, sorry, she says. Well, after you've had to do with my dick I know so much that you walk crooked for quite a while. Fuck it, do you, old pig. Well, if I gave you 200 €, I bet you called me Grandpa, not dirty old man. The girl goes away 12 picks with a heel on the pavement and my balls (metaphorically). I asked Jorge ceres another. Jorge began to tell me that it was better the Becks, who resembles the Brazilian beer. Jorge, I say, but do not you ever said no? What makes Jorge. What you need to do a pan of your cocks? Jorge is silent. He says something in Portuguese. I think I fell in love. His cock, in every sense. Better for him that I like pussy. And the ass pussy. And the Ass. I do not go farther. I'm old school Siffrediana I. New trends in the leave Fabrizio Corona. Although the Rocco, ultimamente, non lo so, fa troppo il regista di film di trans...non sia mai....beh, che volete, quando si spengono le candele tutti i buchi sono buchi. Però, se si può evitare, è meglio. A proposito, Jorge è il mio barista.
Esco a fare due passi, con un'altra ceres in mano. Gli anni passano la voglia resta e la minchia si muove animata di vita propria sotto i pantaloni. Mi sa che oggi mi tocca ancora Federica. Il conto in banca è a secco. Proprio come piace inculare a me. A secco.
Egidio.
