When it comes to sex I’m like a 13 year old teenage boy.
Oh sure, I’d like to pretend that I’m poised and classy when it comes to catching a little nookie.
But I’m not.
Instead I’m about as subtle as a horny teenager about to land some for the first time.
I’m goofy. I grin. I can’t make eye contact.
Take for instance my romp with Nathan.
There we were in the hot tub reception area.
They actually MADE US WAIT in the reception area while shifts changed.
Oh, it was exquisitely nerve wracking and made me squirm in my seat.
All those people LOOKING at me. KNOWING exactly what I’m there for.
And that’s when it happened.
I grinned a shit eating grin.
And I couldn’t stop.
Everywhere I looked, everyone I looked at I had a HUGE grin for.
After all, they were there for the same reason.
We went into our “hot tub room” and did some horizontal mattress dancing.
And when we left, I stepped out into the sunlight, looked directly at a man seated in his truck outside the hot tubs, made eye contact, and I laughed like a fucking hyena.
I just got some.
Ha ha ha!
See…. 13 year old boy.