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Detroit—March, 2013

I flew out of St. Louis early on Monday morning with my cock still thinking about the great sex party. I returned to Michigan and did nothing until the weekend. I didn’t want to—I was still sated. I was hoping to get a man or two to my playroom on either Friday night or Saturday, but nothing worked out. I’d seen a party in Detroit for Saturday night. It looked like an odd mix of guys, but I ended up deciding to make the drive. A mistake.

Thirteen guys attended.

One tight, not very clean motel room.

Four of them were unprepared for anal sex as I found out the hard way.

One was a good fuck bud.

One other was a good fuck until it went bad…(see above).

One great felching moment out of my bud, the large load delivered by a cheating husband.

Eleven men who thought constant talk was more fun than having sex.

One television with an infomercial blaring away.

I left early. And without getting off. But not alone. I left with

One case of crabs.

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