All I Expected Was A Little Cardio
I had a weekend to myself because the 18 year old was being a brat for the last couple of days. I decided to go on a bike ride out in Huntington Beach and just enjoy what’s left of the sunshine. There were a lot of clouds in the sky yesterday, but it was still tolerable enough to ride on the trail for a couple of hours.
Women in two-piece bikinis were still out and about enjoying the beach and the turnout was actually a lot better than I expected. Even though it was a little windy, everyone still seemed to enjoy the day as if there were no troubles at all. I biked my way from the south end of the beach to the pier (in the central location) and just posted there for a minute and watched tits bouncing around the volleyball courts; I came to learn what sunglasses (for men) were really for—they were to be inconspicuous about being a pervert.
After getting my cheap thrills, I made my way down the pier and watched a lot of the locals’ fish as well as watched the amateur surfers chasin down some good waves. When I reached the end of the pier, I noticed a chick crying while on the phone. I originally wanted to give her some privacy, but after some eye contact, she gave me a “please stick around” kind of look—so I stuck around and she got off the phone soon after. She told me she was just talking to one of her girlfriends about her cheating boyfriend and that the next guy she saw, she was going to fuck…
She had a room in a hotel right across the street from the beach and invited me in to give her the FuckHerRight.com treatment. I didn’t hesitate at all to make sure she had some good revenge on her boyfriend. The broad didn’t even ask me for my name—she provided the condoms and used me for all of my goods. Yeah, it’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it my brothers… I’m a motherfuckin philanthropist.
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