A Year of Changes
A year can make a huge difference in a person’s life. Like mine. I was pretty arrogant a year ago. Actually, I’m still pretty arrogant.
A year ago, I was in a sex club, specifically the Power Exchange in San Francisco watching the girl I went with as a “couple” eat some random woman’s pussy while her husband and I sucked on her tits. We also watched several girls all fuck each other, men line up to face-fuck a tranny, and many different couples fucking. Everything was sans-condom, although there were free condoms all over. I had too much stage fright to fuck her in front of so many people, but I did make my girl scream like mad in orgasm. That was my birthday present from her. She took me to an extravagant dinner and we slept in an extravagant hotel where the headboard kept the neighbors up all night. That doesn’t even touch on the massive drinking done the days before. It was definitely the best birthday I’ve ever had.
So what did I do to top that birthday this year? I woke up at 3am to work from 3:30am till 6pm. I sold antiques and collectible junk to collectors, dealers, and the general public at an antique show. The crazy thing? I had a blast doing that. I hustled like mad and sold so much stuff. I had between 20 and 30 people shopping at my vendor section the entire day. It was an amazing party scene in its own aspect. After selling, I went home and slept for a day and a half.
One year makes a huge difference. Instead of waiting for specific days out of the year to have a great time, I’ve made most of my days out of the year become a great time for me. Don’t get any false notions I’m any more mature.