Another vignette of passion in the Gulch.
A blind man can get poor sometimes. The Social Security Disability check runs out, maybe some losses at E-Z Jose's Casino and Cajun Barbecue... so he wanders the Gulch, looking for that prime poon at cut-rate (or should I say c*nt-rate) prices.
Then it happens. Fortune smiles. The heavens open. No, I don't steal ShoeShine Boy's tips for the night... I find an angel of mercy.
I know she's gonna be hot, because she has Circus' face emblazoned across her breasts as a braille tattoo. Oh wait, that's not a tattoo...it's scabies. Never mind.
She follows me to my room at the Hotel Rex...a cute little $10.00 per night boutique hotel in one of el centro's most luxurious quarters.
Her long hair falls to the floor as she undoes her head-scarf. I mean, it literally falls to the floor. Chemotherapy or male-pattern baldness? Sigh.
She removes her teeth and begins a slow, lascivious BBBJ. She has cotton mouth from all the cr*ck she's smoked, but I find some pockets of gingival fluids and slide on in.
I'm thinking, "Gosh, Florida should try this one. She's even hotter than the midget."
Thank God she's removed her teeth. As she goes into the first grand mal seizure, I'm in gum-heaven.
The smells of love, and oddly the smell of cheese are everywhere. This is hot-t-t-t! Soon I'm ejaculating, my warm ooze mixing with the Copenhagen juice in her diseased maw. Gents, this is Costa Rica. This is paid love.
A Cliff bar, a red-note propina and a friendly slap on the buttocks, and she limps out my door. All that's left to remind me is the trickle of saliva leading to the threshold.
I close my eyes and fall asleep. Yep, definitely gotta tell Florida about this one.
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