When your laying in a bed, with a much, much older handsome man, who has a head board for a mirror. You automatically expect sex. But he just held me tightly, kissed me on my fore head. Told me I was beautiful, sexy, nice, ect. My boobs just screamed "touch me," touch me!" But he didnt. He was a gentlemen and respected my body. We had spent a day and half in bed, surpisingly we both just slept, for that amount of time in bed in each others arms. Our night was spent mainly having deep conversations, getting to know one another, while watching the WWF,The yugsolvian fighter, won and did me proud for my home land. Then ending up in bed we watch the porn star awards untill five in the morning. I cant stand how arrogent these woman are when they speak during their acceptance speach.Or simple just when they are annoucing the winners. Infact one porn start had lost her voice and kept talking making an ass out of herself.

In the morning, he had made me oatmeal, with blue berries. Because he remember that I had mentioned that I loved them. I noticed that he spent alot of his time focusing on me and was proud to be by my side. As time went by we ran into alot of the locals so he wasnt ashamed to introduce me, when took a walk down to pleasure point. He gave me alot insight about the local spots where back in the day alot of prostitution took placed on the local beach and when women took their tops off to sunbath men would peek over and watch them.

I spent a few hours to myself, walking around the local shops. While he went to the shop to handle buisness. Let me just say to the ladies, forget about dating the tattoos artist, date the boss. He gave me some spending cash to get some lunch and buy myself flip flops and a teeshirt. Because wearing uggs was a bad a idea and made it ten times harder to walk. I always have a tendency to trip. You can call him a sugar daddy, all you want. But it disgust me to speak it. I will never use a man for his money. I gave...

When your laying in a bed, with a much, much older handsome man, who has a head board for a mirror. You automatically expect sex. But he just held me tightly, kissed me on my fore head. Told me I was beautiful, sexy, nice, ect. My boobs just screamed "touch me," touch me!" But he didnt. He was a gentlemen and respected my body. We had spent a day and half in bed, surpisingly we both just slept, for that amount of time in bed in each others arms. Our night was spent mainly having deep conversations, getting to know one another, while watching the WWF,The yugsolvian fighter, won and did me proud for my home land. Then ending up in bed we watch the porn star awards untill five in the morning. I cant stand how arrogent these woman are when they speak during their acceptance speach.Or simple just when they are annoucing the winners. Infact one porn start had lost her voice and kept talking making an ass out of herself.

In the morning, he had made me oatmeal, with blue berries. Because he remember that I had mentioned that I loved them. I noticed that he spent alot of his time focusing on me and was proud to be by my side. As time went by we ran into alot of the locals so he wasnt ashamed to introduce me, when took a walk down to pleasure point. He gave me alot insight about the local spots where back in the day alot of prostitution took placed on the local beach and when women took their tops off to sunbath men would peek over and watch them.

I spent a few hours to myself, walking around the local shops. While he went to the shop to handle buisness. Let me just say to the ladies, forget about dating the tattoos artist, date the boss. He gave me some spending cash to get some lunch and buy myself flip flops and a teeshirt. Because wearing uggs was a bad a idea and made it ten times harder to walk. I always have a tendency to trip. You can call him a sugar daddy, all you want. But it disgust me to speak it. I will never use a man for his money. I gave him the rest of the money I had left, and told him to just give it to me when I come back. Hey, at least he gave me his house key. He made a joke, that I would steal his flat screen tv, that is ten times bigger then me. I just laughed, I couldnt for the life of me lift one if I tried with my scrawny limp arms. Damn you god, why couldnt at least give me that much.


I would have taken some photos of my adventure with my phone, but I had the worst zit on my face the entire weekend. Plus I recently just went through and had a minor surgrey because I was diagnosed with minor case of HPV. Slowly Im feeling my body is back to its regular self.


XOXO Mckenzie