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#31 -  (Sat. 8/2/86) - His name was Steve Slocum, (22).  Gave him a (9).  We met at Club Jamison’s, which was referred to as the “meat market”.  It was a “lost and found”.  I went looking and I sure found.   He was SO good and oh my God was he good looking. 

Strong facial features with high cheekbones and a confident glare with a head-tilted cocky smile.  He had the most incredible long, black, silky hair that went to the middle of his back.  It was so thick and he loved when I grabbed it.  I pulled it and stroked it and finger combed it while I kept it out of our way.

I gazed at his hair and deep brown eyes and I melted.  Got that feeling in the pit of my stomach again.  That adrenaline rush is just so stimulating.  He was 75% Native American, and 25% Italian.

He was so good, and rock hard although really intense, aggressive, and a bit too rough at times. But it took too long for his orgasm and I had some bruises after that. 

Plus my tits hurt.  He was a grabber.  There are lots of nipple guys.  Love to flick and pinch and lick and suck on them.  The nipple means more to some then the whole rest of it.    Steve loved to wrap his hand around the whole circumference, lifting and squeezing.  Grabbing and grabbing.   What it takes to get some guys off.


 


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