STRAIGHT BAR SIGHTINGS.

San Francisco.

I truly enjoy fucking around in this city.

A night full of espresso martinis and a racing whorish mind topped one of my nights.

As I eye fucked beautiful lads I immersed myself in whorish questions…

Why do I indulge myself in fantasies of throat fucking these men..?

Why can’t I just grab his fucking face, kiss it, give him my hotel key card and tell him to wait in my room so I can eat him out later…

The man with the baseball cap walked in…is he hungry for pussy or for a cheap meal…?

Is my inner testosterone man whore telling me to pin down a straight man out of primal lust…?

Why do straight men go for these silly girls…?

She’s not even cute so why are you talking to her…?

Being invisible is fun here.

There’s plenty of people to read.