OK, the counts at 3 and having been pinned for an hour by the "World's No 1 Tag Team", it was time to get my senses about me, have a quiet beer and think about limping home. Off to the triangle we go in search of something special for my partner. A beer at Catto's, then Hook and bingo for DH in his quest; yes, pussy does take precedent over logic in case you didn't know.
During this venture I run into an old friend (hook) who I haven't seen in my last two trips who is so happy to see me that she begins to give me her "puppy dog eyes" (hint) and seductive self in hopes of securing me for the night. I'm sorry, No Way, I'm done, but I love you anyway. DH heads home with his find and I return to Catto's to chat with some friends and enjoy the Brahma they just got in for us. You know it can be a lot of fun when you can just sit, talk and enjoy their company when the pressure of sex is off.
Now it's getting to 3am and I'm getting drunk and that "Twinge" is starting again. What? You've got to be kidding! So I go back to Hook to find my friend and she is on her way out. Sorry she says, I can't tonight, but I will call you in the am. So why am I insulted? Must be that ego thing.
Not being one to take no for an answer, I return to Catto's to snare a local who's company I had been previously enjoying. A couple more and off we go to my hotel for the night. I know I must be running on fumes, but who cares. Another Jackpot TLN who's oral massage was a first and a blessing since it's probably the only way I was getting off. Another round in the morning before she left and it was time for a quick lunch with DH before packing.
OK, the count is at 4, lunch is great and there is 3 hrs left till taxi time. Guess what? I get that "Loving Twinge" again. What is wrong with me? This not right! At my request, DH calls Puppy Dog Eyes and tells her I'd like her meet me at 2:30. A knock at 2:25 and off we go again: We're here, we're there, we're doing this, we're doing that and I'm beginning to understand what it means by not being able to finish. She won't have that! Knowing that time is running out, she positions us both for the ultimate finish, and what a finish it was. Thankyou Yessica, I guess that's what happens when someone knows you well. Now I know why I love this place!
The count's at 5, the Mouse is done and I have a grin that still hasn't gone away. Thankyou Cialus, definitely the best 24 hrs of my life. I guess we get lucky sometimes.
I lost my Virginity at Nuevo Estillo (couldn't think of a better way) and lost my virginty with a bus ride (DH even paid the 80 centavos). DH may be a Dickhead, but not a Cheap F*ck and definitely a great cook (according to Yessica & Stormy).
Thankyou BA for another momentus adventure and memories that will last forever. You can rest now because the Mouse is gone for at least .... a month maybe.
What are you going to do when I spend next winter (ours) there?
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