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