There was this hot, hairy, tattooed boy checking us in at the yoga studio yesterday, and I’m so horny I thought about his hairy chest during my entire practice. I even went up to him after class and when I told him how beautiful his fur was, he let me pet him. “Yeah, it’s everywhere,” he said.
Although I don’t plan on muling anything in my ass to take on my holiday with the family, the last time I went through TSA, I almost switched to the regular security line where the big, beefy agents were patting passengers down.
There was a whole lot of man-bear working that line, and I would have been happy getting groped…