My Night at the Lantern: Seeking a Sugar Daddy
Sitting in a booth on Monday night at The Lantern wasn’t very threatening to me; the cheap green leather seats cushioned by butt and I devoured my fifty cent wings in harmonious glory. I avoided the bar area, hoping that the only thing touching my ass tonight was the booth, and the only thing touching my tits was wing sauce dripping down my chest. Damn those wings. When I felt a cold finger tap my…
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