Since I’m so tall, someone suggested I get a line tattooed on my chest and when people ask what it means, just say “you have to be at least this tall to ride this ride.”
A hilarious idea that I’m actually considering doing…except that the opposite is really true. If you’re over 6 feet tall, it’s unlikely I’m going to find you sexually attractive. There are exceptions, of course, but I love my little guys…
Today I switch back to a cutting cycle, a shift in my diet and exercise designed to lower my body fat while retaining the muscle I’ve put on over the past three months. As much as I can retain, anyway.
Even though he had the most powerful, futuristic-looking portable douche I’ve ever seen, mister was not ready for me. You know I like to go up and around the corner, but I guess he didn’t get the memo. And I’ve fucked this guy once before…with the same result.
OMG. My hole has been stretched, and my throat is torn up. Bearfriend’s got a big old dick, and I got carried away! I can’t help myself. Our sexual chemistry is so strong that I can’t keep my paws off him when he’s around.
Besides, it’s only fair that I get damaged every once in a while. I’ve wrecked his holes lots of times…