NE_openguy
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- Jul 10, 2015
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Having grown up in a town that hosts an annual State Fair every summer, I had seen year after year, the girls kind of throwing themselves at the "carnies". I'm really not sure what it is about them that the girls seem drawn to, it's just a fact. Is it that they are here and soon gone, a fling? Is it that they have a kind of bad boy persona?
I am now one of them, I'm neither proud or ashamed of it, it's just a fact. The money is good, and it's cash, so it's almost as if I don't exist in the real world. The best part is that the scenery is always changing, and yet is always the same, a new town and new girls, but the same results.
I am pretty quiet, never fit into any of the typical molds so I keep to myself. I have always paid attention, so I learn the tricks, and avoid the traps. I keep fit and clean, no tattoos and stay clear of drugs and alcohol for myself, always keeping a clear head.
The targets are easy to pick out, they return and linger around, flirty, giggly. They dress in a revealing way, offering themselves, so I take them up on their offer.
This blonde here, cropped spaghetti strap tank, too short shorts, very little tits, and her ass hanging out. She's my type, so when her friends are distracted, I lean over to her, "What's your pleasure? Grass, wine, beer, hard stuff? And what do you have to trade for some?"
I am now one of them, I'm neither proud or ashamed of it, it's just a fact. The money is good, and it's cash, so it's almost as if I don't exist in the real world. The best part is that the scenery is always changing, and yet is always the same, a new town and new girls, but the same results.
I am pretty quiet, never fit into any of the typical molds so I keep to myself. I have always paid attention, so I learn the tricks, and avoid the traps. I keep fit and clean, no tattoos and stay clear of drugs and alcohol for myself, always keeping a clear head.
The targets are easy to pick out, they return and linger around, flirty, giggly. They dress in a revealing way, offering themselves, so I take them up on their offer.
This blonde here, cropped spaghetti strap tank, too short shorts, very little tits, and her ass hanging out. She's my type, so when her friends are distracted, I lean over to her, "What's your pleasure? Grass, wine, beer, hard stuff? And what do you have to trade for some?"
