Castles and Cocaine

Being on the beach feeling the sun on my Hershey skin makes me want to party! The sounds of the waves , the breeze, and surprisingly the sandcastles bring me back to last summer.  Around this time last year I had the pleasure of meeting a man who built a huge sand castle. He was an artist as well as an architect and when he saw me he said I was a masterpiece. He said my curves and pretty face were perfect enough to have once been a painting that came to life. I was flattered by his admiration but more turned on my his artwork. There something about a man that can use his hands to build and create that really gets my juices flowing. Jokingly,  I asked him if I could actually go INSIDE of his castle for a tour but he had a better idea. Instead he invited me to his yacht for drinks.  We drove to the dock and got on his boat …. It was HUGE.  He asked me if I liked to party and I told him party is my middle fucking name. We cranked up the music and waited for his friends to show up. We got loose off coke and liquor while we waited. When the guest arrived I took a couple more bumps and got lifted. After a line or two I’m ALWAYS in the fuckin zone. I danced until the sun set and ended up spending the night on the water with my sandcastle buddy. Its crazy to think we bonded over castles and coke but  fuck it! A good time is a good time no matter how it happens. And come to find out, he’s just as good a lover as he is an artist 😉 .

 

 

 

 

 

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