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Bitch! I'm going to get this off my chest the way he got me off. Aggressively mixed with dismissive character.  It was 92° in San Diego when I saw him Thursday. A heatwave and in all honesty he may be the reason for the heat wave. His body is hotter than the scorching of my feet at Coronado beach. And that happened. I digress. He told me in his message to me explicit details of what would happen along with the fact that he wanted $250 payment for an incall at his place and he wanted the money up front when I got there. Now we all know that's a red flag but I thought I'll go with it because the rest of the communication is enticing. Now here's where it gets interesting ...how the hell anybody is supposed to figure out where he lives is beyond my imagination. After giving me the address I sent this bitch not knowing he was a bitch yet a message saying I am confused how to get into your building. And he had the nerve to say to me didn't I tell you it's next to the coffee shop and I responded Yes you did but you didn't say if you meant to the right of the coffee shop from my direction facing coming in or your direction coming out and there's a noticeable difference. Anyhow he kept telling me to go to the lobby and I said there is no lobby asking him do I have the right address and he said you're not listening, go down the alley ay the coffee shop. I said well an alley is not the same as a lobby. And then he sent me a text saying I didn't say that. He said go down the alley and I will meet you in the lobby. So I walk down this alley that has tables and chairs perplexed why the hell these people are pretending  this is a bistro in Monaco is beyond me. So the bitch isn't there. So I texted him again he says oh I'll be down in a couple minutes like what the fuck was I supposed to know when he says he's going to be there  without delay and then suddenly he has to mop his Formica!  He's had plenty of time   to show up for the appointment as his apartment is a 250 foot studio. When he gets off the elevator I was immediately hard. Oh my God he is gorgeous. We got upstairs I gave him the money as he tapped on the massage table snapping , "get undressed. Let's get started.' I said can I use the restroom first and he said, "I just mopped the floor."  Bitch! I tell you he is a bitch. And not a good bitch. A condescending kind like Mariah. Why the hell are you mopping your bathroom floor when you're about to  stimulate jizz? We get to the massage and oh my God it was outstanding. Absolutely outstanding and he does allow mt and it was very very pleasant although he was pretty small-minded in both heads. Bitch! The moment arrived where I burst accompanied at  the very same moment void of any pause with  him saying, " let me get you a rag so you can wipe it up." Bitch! He is the rag.  I would rather have Helen Keller give me a massage then ever give this fucker another five cents in spite of the fact that massage was great and  his ass was hot as Coronado beach Latin lifeguard. Would I repeat? I'm not sure because I haven't had an experience with Helen Keller yet for comparative studies.  

 

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On 9/9/2024 at 5:00 PM, TakeOneForTheTeam said:

Bitch! I'm going to get this off my chest the way he got me off. Aggressively mixed with dismissive character.  It was 92° in San Diego when I saw him Thursday. A heatwave and in all honesty he may be the reason for the heat wave. His body is hotter than the scorching of my feet at Coronado beach. And that happened. I digress. He told me in his message to me explicit details of what would happen along with the fact that he wanted $250 payment for an incall at his place and he wanted the money up front when I got there. Now we all know that's a red flag but I thought I'll go with it because the rest of the communication is enticing. Now here's where it gets interesting ...how the hell anybody is supposed to figure out where he lives is beyond my imagination. After giving me the address I sent this bitch not knowing he was a bitch yet a message saying I am confused how to get into your building. And he had the nerve to say to me didn't I tell you it's next to the coffee shop and I responded Yes you did but you didn't say if you meant to the right of the coffee shop from my direction facing coming in or your direction coming out and there's a noticeable difference. Anyhow he kept telling me to go to the lobby and I said there is no lobby asking him do I have the right address and he said you're not listening, go down the alley ay the coffee shop. I said well an alley is not the same as a lobby. And then he sent me a text saying I didn't say that. He said go down the alley and I will meet you in the lobby. So I walk down this alley that has tables and chairs perplexed why the hell these people are pretending  this is a bistro in Monaco is beyond me. So the bitch isn't there. So I texted him again he says oh I'll be down in a couple minutes like what the fuck was I supposed to know when he says he's going to be there  without delay and then suddenly he has to mop his Formica!  He's had plenty of time   to show up for the appointment as his apartment is a 250 foot studio. When he gets off the elevator I was immediately hard. Oh my God he is gorgeous. We got upstairs I gave him the money as he tapped on the massage table snapping , "get undressed. Let's get started.' I said can I use the restroom first and he said, "I just mopped the floor."  Bitch! I tell you he is a bitch. And not a good bitch. A condescending kind like Mariah. Why the hell are you mopping your bathroom floor when you're about to  stimulate jizz? We get to the massage and oh my God it was outstanding. Absolutely outstanding and he does allow mt and it was very very pleasant although he was pretty small-minded in both heads. Bitch! The moment arrived where I burst accompanied at  the very same moment void of any pause with  him saying, " let me get you a rag so you can wipe it up." Bitch! He is the rag.  I would rather have Helen Keller give me a massage then ever give this fucker another five cents in spite of the fact that massage was great and  his ass was hot as Coronado beach Latin lifeguard. Would I repeat? I'm not sure because I haven't had an experience with Helen Keller yet for comparative studies.  

 

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