I have been thinking about Kristy from Austin recently. Don't know why, but I was born with this roving brain that has an excellent memory and keeps thinking about stuff! It's not easy being me. But anyway, she had driven all the way from Austin (so I was flattered a bit) and stayed at a trendy hotel near the Galleria in Houston (paid for of course, along with a generous gift). I may have been intimidated at first by her stunning looks. She looked like a model or a porn start with a perfect body with no cellulite on her. When we first met I showed up about 10 minutes early, and caught her in a bath robe. Cute, kinda like the Pretty Woman movie. So at first I think I had performance anxiety like some 20 year old. Shameful. But got over it soon and good time was had by all, and I mean that. We then had a casual lunch at Cafe De Luxe a European looking place near the Galleria, then went back for more quality conversation.

After she left she hit me up again, but I cooled off. That must have been about 8 months ago now, so I am very tempted to get back to her. I wonder if she is still available.

One thing about her though is that she didn't really kiss much. In that she reminded me of a professional escort. After all, escorts don't kiss because they don't want to make it personal. So I wonder if she is a part time escort. Sugar babies are definitely not escorts, in that it is at least a bit personal and their should be some chemistry and not just the arrangement thing. That's the reason I haven't contacted her yet.

Arrrrgh, and today Yolanda sent me a great naked picture of herself. She is making it so hard for me to keep being a good boy!

I hit up Janice again for that 3 some with her friend, the "chicken" but she claims she is still shy.
So I suggested to do it the old fashioned way and just get her stinking drunk and then have our way with her. I wonder if that would ever work. Or maybe, we can all go away for a weekend somewhere (not a location suspicious to the family) and just party our brains out and see what happens. Hmm, the brain is thinking. I will do this if it kills me.
Maybe we could all fly to New York, go to PJ Clarks (a great old time "hamburger bar" hangout). Then walk over to Bloomingdales for shopping (for them) then back to the Hotel Bentley (a discreet place on the upper east side). Day dreaming as I write this.