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I’ve only done three. The first was with an at that time regular. Super cute Latino UCLA student and his hung, but submissive, bf. We tied the bf up and topped him. The whole night was fabulous, really. They decided to stay the night since they lived in WEHO and I was by Laguna Beach. Great brunch the next day. The second was with two blonds at the Ritz Carlton Marina del Rey. Dylan, from NYC, and Dakota, an OC boy. Another shockingly hot time. Dakota left his chrome cock ring on overnight and woke up with a throbbing 8” boner. I obviously had to satisfy him so he could get it off. All three of us were in the king bed when the nice man delivered our breakfasts while we were drinking Veuve. The third time was at my place with a provider that I’d gotten quite close to and one who’d recently come by for a session. The newer boy pounded my blond and I did feel a bit left out until he gave me the best blow job in my life and drank every last drop. So, yeah, my experiences have been nonpareil, although it’s been a long time.

I was exposed to TOO much opera by my father, but I do remember her! I think I loved her name before I loved her voice.

Speaking of leather pants, a selfie today. It’s cold in the PNW!

GVIR? George VI?

For natural beauty, I’d choose Seattle by a nose over Van. Where else, on a clear day, can you see two snow capped ranges—the Northern Cascades to the east and the Olympics to the west? Yes, there are the months of gloomy weather, but the summers are generally dry and sunny, with low humidity and pleasant temps. I’m on Whidbey and we get even less rain than Seattle because of the Olympic rain shadow. Of course, this morning it’s windy and 40. I lived in Boulder for two years and loved it. Denver, being more inland, struck me as a Midwestern city with a mountain range in the distance. Vancouver is also a stunning city. The homelessness there never strikes me as pervasive as in US West Coast cities. And Whistler isn’t all that far.