Exotic Beach Vacations Are The Best!


What’s going on? She’s eying every guy here. Not just eying, eye-fucking. Her term, not mine. What is this shit? Is this why she wanted this, is this why she wanted to come here? To fuck the guys and their chiseled abs and beach body tans? Next time we’re going to Canada, or the south: nothing but boring and fat men there. Then she’ll be mine, none of this check-out-the-hot-Latin-guy bullshit. Oh, look at that. A bikini. Two can play at this game. Wow, look, look what I’ve been missing. They’re everywhere. It’s almost nakedtown here, hourglass girls, exotic beauties, sizzling in the sun. Yes, two can play at this game. Damn, I’m feeling good now, really good. My girl is too, seems to be. I lean in: “Hotel room?” “Yes,” she says without a moment’s hesitation. Wow, jumping out of our seats, rushing to our room, we haven’t felt this way in a long time. Feeling each other, all over each other, we haven’t felt this way in a long time. And it feels great. She feels great. Lets do this all the time. Exotic beach vacations, all the time.