Posts tagged ‘bj’s’
So Logan and I have now been intimate. I am not normally someone who has relations with my friends but sometimes things get out of hand and you end up in a penthouse apartment putting both your dicks in the same mouth. It’s just like any other Friday night, really.
And I liked it. His name is Belvedere Berenstein (hes jewish of course because for some reason I am a total shiksa at this point in my life) and we are headed to TJ Maxx later to pick out wallpaper for his cavern. (read: condoms for his asshole) This is technically a hangover diaries entry but this photo surpassed by far what I looked like today waking up stuffed into those hunter green velour leggings like a pig in a blanket.
We started off the night at Chris and Tom’s apartment, which is a lavishly decorated New Orleans meets San Francisco boudoir style mid century modern decadent palace filled with all manner of eccentric trinkets and antiquities to play with once you are blasted. Including a bear skin rug. But I digress.