Destiny Soria's Reel of 2015 Actress Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
I am Playboy 21. As a member of the infamous Blood gang on the Eastside of Los Angeles, what we call the Eastside Low Bottoms, I was a freshman in high school pushing up on punks gone delinquent on their drug bill. I would run up to them, push them down, punch them in the jaw, or trip them on the way to class, just to get that innate shock which comes from being taken off balance. Then, they would lose their cash, chains, earring, or fresh new tennis shoes.
Though, I was more a lover than a fighter. As my father ministered to save souls, I was ministering sin to the ladies giving me sexual favors in the Sunday School restroom. The girl curled up in the bed next to me is one of those poor lucky souls that I brought into the world of Playboy 21.
For a son of a minister, I could never put down the porn magazines long enough to get into the ministry. If I had, women would not know such pleasures as I give to them. And, I would not know the meaning of pure satisfaction from a slap on a rear-end behind a high, short fitting dress. I would not know a night of hot passion on a warm beach, under a full moon.
On the phone again at work. I love dating services. They give me a chance to kick start another wild night with some chick hard up to turn it loose. "So, yeah, male looking for female, I am tall, dark complexion, 6.1, 175 pounds, waist 32" and biceps 15-16", ready to talk or play...mostly play," is my message left on this dating service. Mostly, I know I will get something; women go for a guy of my type.
Morning, I rose from bed. I looked at her curled up on her side. I wondered if she felt the same as I. Of course not. I watched her body, her curves, and thought of her wild night from the chair to the bed. Though, I did not care to see her again, unless it is twice as wild and twice as deep. She came, orgasmic, before I did. Again, a night of a hard rock and worked up, I'm loose with no out.