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mimasmoon

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About mimasmoon

  • Birthday 07/18/1964

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  1. I had some guy tell me he wanted to blast my ass with his "Choad yogurt." Amazingly enough, i found that quite erotic!
  2. An orange Crayola marker. A battery-operated cocktail stirrer A plunger Broomhandle
  3. I have a twisted fantasy to be fucked while "Goodbye Horses" by Q Lazarus is playing.
  4. Six. And that's only because the interracial sex was with a woman.
  5. A Tower of Tops and a Bucket of Bottoms?
  6. Years ago I used to work for a pest control company. One of my customers was a gay restaurant/cafe. The owner was exuberantly gay, and reminded me a bit of Gary Neuman. He seemed to have an attraction to me, and when I spoke to the sales person who sold them the service, he said that the owner had commented that I had a nice ass. He called occasionally to request this & that to control the pests at his business. The info said they closed at 11pm, so I always made the appointments to arrive around then. He would be there alone and we'd talk about the problem areas. They were often in storage areas, hidden from view. He would stare DEEPLY into my eyes, and i would have long pregnant pauses when replying to him. My mind kept begging him to make the first move, to push me to his knees to devour his cock & blow him. There were even times when i bent down in front of him to spray insecticide or to place a trap. i longed for him to just grab me around the hips and thrust his bare throbbing cock deep into my cavity in that closet, but unfortunately he never did. One night i was making a service call and he said he had an unusual proposition for me. My mind screamed "Oh yesyesyesyes," but his proposition was only to offer me an espresso. I drank it at commented how delicious it was and was about to comment on how it was making me horny, but the words caught in my throat and i stopped mid-sentence. Not long after that, his cafe closed. That was about twenty years ago. It was the closest I've ever come to having gay sex. I still masturbate to what could have been. i still google his business to try and remember his name, to find out where he is, if he still remembers me, to see if he (was ever) is interested in showing me they pleasures of man to man passion.
  7. I like to ghost hunt in old abandoned buildings. Usually I go on a tour where the guides tell us the interesting parts and then we go off on our own. I've oftentimes fantasized about some other participant with active gaydar following me and when we get to our investigation spot, slowly lowering my pants and entereing me from the real, being absolutely quiet in the dark. i fantisize that he gives no hint about his coming except for some change in breathing. i would love to do a hunt with some hot studs load running down the inside of my jeans.
  8. I think we ought to observe his death by having a hot passionate lovemaking session
  9. IS there an ABS along the I-81 corridor? Does it allow hookups?
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