michaelsparkle

It's on baby. It's on. Like double time again.
So this dear, sweet Ms. Liza who was kind enough to share some lipstick with me the other night (as well as her best friend!) just called to see if I'd like to meet up at Casanova tonight. While seemingly hard to pin down, I'm already planning what to wear.
However my other line beeps. It's a dancer from the neighborhood, asking if I had plans for the night. She heard about this event Diedre and Adrian are putting on tonight, which was the other spot I plan to stop at.
I love it when a plan comes together.
I'm just waiting to hear from Courtney. Her best friend Amber is in town for a few days to visit her beau Davey who got a few days leave from tour. I'll take my car if she wants to team up. otherwise, it's me and the moto guzzi.
her long slender, stylish form slicing through the night. the passion that rumbles from the transverse v-twin, sticking out from just below my tight black jeans. hard to catch, and harder to hold. Another night of plagerized romance and drunken coquet.
it's on, baby.