I have a hard-on. But I didn’t know you could smell it.
1. Besos came over last night and as she came inside she groaned and said, “Damn! I forgot my makeup! That’s like forgetting your underwear in Mexico.”
In case you’re wondering: Correct response: “You don’t need makeup!” Incorrect response: “What are you talking about? None of the Mexican girls I’ve ever met wore underwear.”
2. Since we’re on the topic of me being stupid, I went into the bedroom last night and yelled out to Besos, “I’m ready!” She yelled back, “For what?” I called out, “To start making out!”
She came in and complied. I then told her that I thought we should do another photo shoot and I might have suggested a picture of her butt. For the blog. (I was teasing but she does have a remarkable ass.) She pulled back and looked at me and said, “You know, men read your blog, too.”
And to be honest, that might have escaped me since I don’t exactly seem to have a huge male following. I said, “I don’t care. I’m not insecure. If you run off, I’ll find another hot Latina.”
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.