Anyway, it all came clear to me, finally, this year.

Yes, just this year.

I'm only twenty-three, so I guess I'll have enough good times left, although when I think of all those men whose balls I turned blue from the age of eighteen through to now, I have to blush.

Sorry guys!

I didn't mean it!

It wasn't my fault.

I just… I just… didn't know…

You should have smacked me around for being such a ball-breaker.

Then I would have fucked you to death!

Really.

Men, I've got a pair of legs, and just slightly plump, porcelain thighs that feel so good around your neck…

Believe me, I know…

And I can sit on your face so good, so that my pussy comes right down on your mouth and my asshole on your nose, and both get warmer and warmer as I force you to suck me off and jerk yourself off while you do…

Until you throw me off and start to whip me!

Yeah!

But I'm getting ahead of my story.

Way ahead.

The truth of the matter is, I've never been so hot or so needing a good fuck as I was that night, early this year, when I was hanging out at Mickey's, my neighborhood bar.

I live in Chicago, otherwise known as… Stewardess Town.

Although I'm not a Stew, I'm a private secretary for a busy Chicago broker, I still find that atmosphere in those singles bars kind of funky.

I mean, the guys are all hard-on, and the women know it.

They spend hours getting themselves to look the part, like a centerfold, and then break the balls of the guys who fuck them!

It's fun…

And then they find one sugar daddy who'll fuck them in Chicago, and add him to the list of men they fuck around the country…

Not a bad gig…

So, on this particular night, I wasn't expecting anything any different.

I knew there'd be the funny looking guys trying to score with me it's always the funny looking ones who seem so desperate and that I'd probably pick some lucky guy out sooner or later and let him take me to his place and try to please me…