808 | a man can dream, can't he? |

So this stripper really liked me and wanted to fuck me for free but we
could not get a private room so we wait and wait by the bar and she
keeps rubbing me and rubbing me and we wait and wait and finally this
woman who works there said we cannot have a private room, they are all
booked for the rest of the night, and I start yelling that I want to
talk to the manager because she wasted my time and then I woke up and
my cock was harder than algebra so I stroked it and stroked it with my
eyes closed -- that is my new thing, use my imagination -- and stroked
it and wanted to spray it all over my belly and I was not getting
anywhere, but it was so thick and stiff in my hand that I did not want
to waste it but my alarm had been going off for a while so I left the
unicorn sweat in the jars and I am staring at all the women on their
way to work (okay, I won't lie, some of them are on their way to
school and they are wearing those skirts) and I am looking for a
couple to remember with my eyes closed.