Met Ben at Samovar. He was kind enough to give me great career advice, so I treated for the blood orange tea and yogurt with dates. Toward the end, I could not help staring at the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Sure be fun to mess around with him again. I’ve sensed that he’s amenable, but being careful. I enjoy the dance, building up pressure to erupt in sticky ecstasy later.
