“I’ll be in LA tonight for a tattoo..”
Slim with fuck me eyes and soft skin, colorful tattoos and a pussy pink as cotton candy. Hair always a rainbow and ever-changing, curly, kinky, crazy. Self-proclaimed nympho. Oh yeah. Right up my alley.
This wasn’t just some random fling. I’d been pursuing this girl for over a year from the first time I spotted her post on Gonewild. Shot her a message to make some small talk, and it turned out she wasn’t too far from me. But all my efforts for a drink, a walk in the park, a hotel rendezvous were in vain; she disappeared for weeks at a time then popped up, answered me with a tease, vanished again. Turned out halfway through the pandemic she relocated much further south. I’d been planning a trip down that way and kept up the messages in the hopes she’d give me a free weekend.
Finally, one random Wednesday, I had just finished working out and was resting when she sent me the above message and her number. I shot home like a bat out of hell (RIP to the loaf) and drove out to the SGV. What I thought would be a short wait turned out to be about 3 hours of me sitting in the car reading Dracula by Walmart streetlight while waiting for her text to say she was finished.