cakemix

i don't seem to have much luck with italian american men in france!

last time it was dante, this time its toeboy...

i really don't understand what happened between giving him head on thursday morning in london and kissing him goodbye with his come still drying between my tits and meeting him on a train platform friday lunchtime in paris...but he made it very clear he was no longer into it. jekyll fucking hyde or what...the only time he gave me any attantion at all all weekend was while he was tattooing me...well at least its a fucking amazing tattoo.

still i had a lovely indian dinner and beers with my friends in paris on monday.

...and i might be back for the paris convention april 27-29th
so who's goin' to that?