“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.” ―Dr. Seuss
I have the best kind of Twitter friends. Those that will drop their clothes on a hot sunny day, so I can take a quick photograph of them naked against the bright green of the foliage and the blue skies.
Those that also don’t mind if I ask them outright if they “would like to get naked inside too”. To then suck their cock and find myself lying on their wooden kitchen table being eaten out like I’m their Sunday dinner.
I’m too old, and life is too short to beat around the bush. I’m going to be more forthright in the future. Cos as my Grandad would say “shy bairns get nowt” and I want all those special moments and sexy memories.