My name is Dag, I am a Swedish national however my parents moved to the
Americas and that’s where I followed. If you can’t understand my
English, well my Swedish grammar isn’t any better, I went back Sweden
not to long ago to regain my roots and loved it, might move back if my
fellow country men allow it. So in the spirit of reconnecting with
people like myself I stumbled on this amazing site. I have to admit I
am very impressed.
So I live in San Francisco, the city of love, I work at a expensive
hotel and I meet some crazy people. I am a good looking guy so I meet
women in an around the hotel that are looking to have a great time. I
am no one to rain on their parade and being in the hotel industry we
make sure guests are always taken care of.
So let me tell you what happen this weekend…
Working downtown and getting off right as the clubs start to pop off is
great, however I warn any visitor, the clubs in San Francisco shut down
alcohol sales at 02:00 in the morning. So be prepared to have alcohol
on standby in your room, or get drunk before you start clubbing.
So I was at the Cellar which is a great hole in the wall club that
caters to all creeds. Drinks are relatively cheap and the music is not
bad, this is where my night began. I was with one of my buddies who
also got off of work late, and luckily he knows the bartenders so we
hit up the bar, standard vodka shots became large 4 plus shots of top
shelf liquor and beer was readily available. We got antsy and went to a
techno club called the Ruby Sky, about 5 min walk from Cellar. We know
the bouncer so we got in for free, and began to drink more, vodka
redbull, a lethal combination. I began to dance after hammering down
the glass.
My state of mind crossed over from loopy to full high. What better way
to decrease your drunkenness than dance, I dance the night away, the
floor fluttered with lights, and the intoxication of the mob dancing
was incredible. My sites narrowed down to the prospective single women
that were ignorant to my advances. I came across a beautiful and petite
woman that was enveloped in the music. I advanced and began to dance
next to her, we then began to dance. Not to be boastful, I pride myself
on my dancing ability. I was taught that the best dancer are the best
lovers, and I am a great dancer;)
So in the wake of all the warm bodies we soon began to make out which
lead her to touching me everywhere. Then the unthinkable happened she
began to reach into my pants, now being drunk I didn’t think anything
of it. Then she pulled it out and began to suck it. A red flag went in
my mind, shit am I getting my dick sucked on the dance floor. Thinking
rationally doesn’t always work when your under the influence,
especially when your getting service from a hottie. So after several
minutes my friend saw me and started to cheer me on…. What a friend,
so much for having socially conscious friends.
Then something strange happened a bald man with thick glasses that look
like the guy in that guess the amount in the suitcase shows popped up
right behind her. He began to grind her while looking at me
nonchalantly at this point the little voice in my head told me I need
to get out of there. I pried myself off and moved away to a seating
area, the woman followed me. She began to move under the table now and
continue her appreciated services.
The bald man showed up again this time sits right next to me. He says,
”hey my wife really loves your cock, and I just want to make sure she
is safe,” I was shocked, not knowing what to say, ”thanks, no problem.”
He continued to ask if I wanted to go home with them. Then the wife
butted in saying that it wouldn’t actually be a good idea cause she was
on her period… WHAT A BLOODY MESS, that I got myself in now. I
respectfully, or what little respect I had, zipped up my pants and
said, good day.
When I finally got out and found my friend he gave me the stink eye,
then he said that what I did was legendary… for me it’s just what San
Francisco is all about. All this typing has giving me an appetite going
to make some food now.