breast implants, drinkies and not enough sleep make caffeine a necessity
i do believe that the light motorcycle left the hands pretty badly.
last night we went to an exhibition opening with miss pearl, kato, special k and miss pearl's ex, the rockstar. we started with cocktails at kuletos, quickly saw the exhibition and did the compulsory champers and then ran back to newtown to do b.y.o. dindin at a nice thai restaurant.
abt half way through the night special k gets the genious idea of hooking me up with a hunky mate of hers. the others give up after the dinner, but we are still up for more entertainment with special k. after a series of smsses and more drinks, we end up to a pub in darlinghurst thirsty for more.
as we walk down to the ladies room, the first thing we see is a chicky with her top hoisted all the way up to her armpits showing off her tits. 'they're fake' she states as soon as she sees us walking in without the slightest attempt to hide her pretties. this results into a long convo abt her implants, where and when she had them done and me, special k and some other chicky poking, squeezing and feeling the pretty perky b-cups out of curiosity.
this made me think that maybe all the stereotypical male fantasies about female toilets and girls' locker rooms might not be that far fetched after all.
anyway bunnies, if you are interested in getting a flawless pretty pair of breast implants in sydney for abt $9000 i know who to go and see.
then we continued drinking upstairs and special k's mate showed up. she had talked him up all night so i was expecting to be somewhat disappointed.
instead, i see this drop-fucken-dead-gorgeous six-foot-something hunk walk up to our table. and what's best, he had the most beautiful deep voice and a very irresistible borderline shy but cheeky boy-next-door smile with a bit of a rock flavour. i was very much impressed.
i think i shall name him deviant.
this would be the point where the light motorcycle left the hands pretty badly and the drinking got hardcore. once again, the after party was by my pool and i think i got to bed at 5am.
3 hrs of sleep after 11hrs of continuous drinky-drinkies does not render the office at all pleasant. oh well, caffeine makes the world a better place.
today deviant messaged me to ask if i wanted to hang out tonight. had to have a rain check, but let me tell you bunnies: very much looking forward to getting to know this bunny better.
oh, and i know one long term reader will appreciate the fact that deviant is in fact a kiwi...
last night we went to an exhibition opening with miss pearl, kato, special k and miss pearl's ex, the rockstar. we started with cocktails at kuletos, quickly saw the exhibition and did the compulsory champers and then ran back to newtown to do b.y.o. dindin at a nice thai restaurant.
abt half way through the night special k gets the genious idea of hooking me up with a hunky mate of hers. the others give up after the dinner, but we are still up for more entertainment with special k. after a series of smsses and more drinks, we end up to a pub in darlinghurst thirsty for more.
as we walk down to the ladies room, the first thing we see is a chicky with her top hoisted all the way up to her armpits showing off her tits. 'they're fake' she states as soon as she sees us walking in without the slightest attempt to hide her pretties. this results into a long convo abt her implants, where and when she had them done and me, special k and some other chicky poking, squeezing and feeling the pretty perky b-cups out of curiosity.
this made me think that maybe all the stereotypical male fantasies about female toilets and girls' locker rooms might not be that far fetched after all.
anyway bunnies, if you are interested in getting a flawless pretty pair of breast implants in sydney for abt $9000 i know who to go and see.
then we continued drinking upstairs and special k's mate showed up. she had talked him up all night so i was expecting to be somewhat disappointed.
instead, i see this drop-fucken-dead-gorgeous six-foot-something hunk walk up to our table. and what's best, he had the most beautiful deep voice and a very irresistible borderline shy but cheeky boy-next-door smile with a bit of a rock flavour. i was very much impressed.
i think i shall name him deviant.
this would be the point where the light motorcycle left the hands pretty badly and the drinking got hardcore. once again, the after party was by my pool and i think i got to bed at 5am.
3 hrs of sleep after 11hrs of continuous drinky-drinkies does not render the office at all pleasant. oh well, caffeine makes the world a better place.
today deviant messaged me to ask if i wanted to hang out tonight. had to have a rain check, but let me tell you bunnies: very much looking forward to getting to know this bunny better.
oh, and i know one long term reader will appreciate the fact that deviant is in fact a kiwi...
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