Dirty Sexy Hot Tub Saturday
Caution - Obnoxious hot tub antics - silly spectacles - and nudity ahead. But not of me lol
Dear Diary:
New Yawk and Canadian Manwhore and Girl From Saskatchewan and I are sipping drinks at the bar smack center in the casino.
“I’m jealous,” I whispered in Manwhore’s ear as I eye him and his flavor du jour.
“I can drop her,” he whispered back, “and come back to your room. But you’ve got to fuck me all night long.”
My face crinkled with distaste. “You know what? I was joking, and anyway, go ahead and do her. You two look like you’re made for each other.”
He grinned. “Yes, isn’t she hot?”
“Mmm. Not really my type, to be honest. Is she black? Is she Inuit? What is she?”
“What! She’s so exotic! Look at her!”
I looked. And looked again. “I cannot concur,” I hissed.
I grabbed Miss Flav du Jour. “Have you slept with him?”
She turned away. “Well, no. I’m not that type of girl,” she insisted, batting her eyes. “I just hooked up with this guy I’ve known for a long time on my layover and I think there’s promise there. I don’t want to ruin it for us.”
“Oh my god, she’s so full of shit,” laughed New Yawk.
“What did he say?” asked Miss Flav, eying us suspiciously.
I quickly changed gears. “Did you get a view of that thing?” I asked, discreetly pointing to his crotch. “Talk about Robert Plant proportions!”
She looked at me curiously. “Who’s Robert Plant?”
“You know, I really thought stuffing socks down there went out with the eighties.”
“Let’s go in the hot tub!” said Canadian Manwhore.
I looked at New Yawk. “Hot tub?”
He took a sip of his drink. “Yeah. Hot tub.”
So I packed my trusty camera and a bottle of water and set out to get this party started.
The only picture you’ll see of me that night! Seriously, because there aren’t any others!
Unlike someone else…
“Oh my god!” exclaimed blond Canadian Manwhore Fabio. “Look at my shoulders!”
“Yeah, I’m so Rico Sauve!”
“I’m really bored over here!” said New Yawk.
“So I think I’ll flex my muscles!”
“Or maybe I’ll just stick a bottle up yer ass! Har har har!”
“Damn you people, show me some love!”
Speaking of which…
“I’m so turned on!” he told me. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to touch myself!” he crooned.
This is so Blue Lagoon, so Calvin Klein, and Miss Cleo says I am so money because she sees a new career in my future - blackmail!
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Discreet, isn’t he?
yummy!
Oh, lighten up, Max! lol
He is actually quite charming and sweet. We all have flaws - his is just that he happens to be a manwhore!
It’s like an Abercrombie ad… Except with even fewer clothes.
Yes, it sure has that flavor and feel…I hope people know I’m the girl in the red top and not the one frolicking nude on the beach!
[I refrained from posting the pics where he’s licking her belly and there’s a sign behind them that warns: NO DIVING.
Is that your red top laying by the edge of the hot tub ?
His hot girl has a ‘Tramp Stamp’ ? Did you find out where she is from ?
Damn. I was hoping ya’ll didn’t notice that lol
Shooter, if you read the post, you’ll see that she is from Saskatchewan.
Can’t believe I spelled that correctly!
“NO DIVING.”
It must be nice- having a sex life. But are not the pleasures of the flesh fleeting? Does it not confine us to a desperate cycle of always wanting more. We become a slave of sex, controlled by desire…a helpless victim. oh, do not listen to me. I am just a man without a sex life jealous of all those who have one. Besides, I get palpitations in hot tubs.
You say that like it is a bad thing, Randall.
No, I do not think of things as good or bad- rather I am just making an observation.