And Going Off The Previous Blog Post ... (AKA A Woman's Touch)

... I cannot regard both these Las Vegas babes equally.  One of them, ******e, claims she lives here, but I've seen here back in Minnesota a few times in the past year.  I know that I've seen her back there because she's wanked my dick a few times in the past year.  I love her dexterity, but it's not as if I've been pining for her magic hands.  Shit, man, she jerked me off less than a month ago.

Now, the other girl, ****e ... well, she's the flighty one, the one who said she'd suck my dick, then forget that I we made arrangements once I get there.  She could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, however, and she fucks like no one's business.  She's a hottie, too, and one I haven't gotten a chance to grab and fuck and be with in a long time.  In other words, I wanted to have sex with ****e and I'm OK foregoing a chance to get intimate with ******e.

And by the way, they're friends.  I cannot confirm this, but if they don't see each other frequently, I would be shocked.  So there was no one way I could coordinate a meeting with ****e without tipping off or pissing off ******e.  That's why I didn't seriously contact either of them -- well, that and I truly am spending my vacay with my parents.  Well, that and watching Games I'm gambling on.  Anyway, I was too busy to fuck around.

Nevertheless, I thought it weird that I would be in Las Vegas and not tell either of them of that fact at all before I left.  I don't see the utility of saying, "Hey, just to let you know, I'm in Las Vegas, but I can't see you because I'm hanging out with my parents.  Bye!"  But then again, I don't think stealthily coming in and then going out without saying anything to them while I'm here is flat-out weird.  So I threaded the needle: Late yesterday afternoon I texted both of them, separately, that I felt the need to tell them I was here, but I am afraid seeing them would be impossible  For the record, ******e was more enthusiastic I was here, but ****e was ... uh, kind of saying that we could have had some fun, but ... maybe not.

Whatever.  I filled my time with my parents and at the sportsbook.  Oh, and I treated myself to a massage.  A quick half-hour one -- a neck-shoulders-back massage, the only one I could get at the last minute -- that reminded me that a woman's hands all over me feels good.  First proper massage I've had since the pandemic began, and right now, I would risk COVID to get another massage.  It may not be sexually tinged as the "meetings" I would have had with either stripper, but a woman's touch still is profound, and quite, quite welcome.