Soaked on Saturday

Just sitting around on a staurday afternoon daydreaming about what I thought was a rather disappointing night out. I went out hoping for a full gullet and all I managed was wet clothes. I'm not complaining about getting wet, I'm grousing about not getting a single drop to drink. Some nights are like that. Hope the next time I go out matters are more to my taste. While I prefer dropping trow and getting the hot stream of waste to batter against my hole this would be better than nothing. While he's not at the top of my wish list Jonathon Rhyss-Myers is definitely in the top twenty. Recently recommended to me by a Lesbian friend I've been attempting to follow him more closely. The more I see the more I want, especially a good hot shower. I'm not certain I'm ready to drink what he has to offer, but I'm sure it wouldn't take much on his part to persuade me.