You want a dirty skeezy story? I went to the B1 Sexshop in Amsterdam, which has a store on the ground floor and three floors above of a theater and mazes. I was thoroughly blazed and had consumed a handful of fresh mushroom caps. It was around noon, and I found a corner large booth on the third floor and starting hitting that Rush and stroking my hairy hog. Before i knew it, a thick glizzy appeared over my shoulder, and with just a turn of my head I was able to fully taste him. Soon after, Another juicy johnson appeared out of another hole nearby, and within moments I was n***, feasting and greazing, soon filled with the nasty nectar.

But I wasn’t done.

I went up to the forth floor, where they had four blowboxes; unfortunately, two crossdressers/transvestites(NOT transgender) and two young twinks camped out in them attempting(likely with some success) to prostitute their holes to passing pinga purveyors. So with the blowbox idea out, I found some blackout areas, some hidden that you had to climb up into; there was a whole hidden elevated blackout space! it was four mattresses all togehter, so i stripped n***, squeezed a little more lube up my jampony, and cooed at passing men. When they got one look at my hairy hole, it was like wildebeest at a watering hole. Between the weed, psilocybin, nitrites, and bootybumps, SIMPLY CONFESS READERS, I was TRULY greazed & sleazed! No idea how many, who, just that i was in heaven.

By the time i sobered up, cleaned up in the bathroom, it was dark out, well past 8. I completely missed dinner with friends, and while I’m a sucker for cockmeat, I was in need of more nutritious desires. I soon found a doner vendor, and with a heavy dose of garlic and sambal, any odors of lust were lost in the sauce.

I hope that’ll wet your whistle pal.

Forever in blue jeans,

CORVALLUS