Afternoon at the beach. And, no, this is not the gay beach. How can you can tell? Easy: by the absence of wannabes, selfie-sticks, and single fat chicks. Oh yes I did!
No tan lines on either of us
...but who's complaining!
A curious log concerning my goings-on in the curious, queer, and scandalous industry of illicit sex...and then, sometimes, what happens off camera too. Wicked.