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On the street parallel to where I live there is a place known as the San Vicente Inn. It's an infamous gay bed & breakfast really known for it's ill-repute. They have a pool and sell day passes however I have never been nor do I want to. I have long considered it a horrid den of syphilis.

I had to walk by it yesterday to get to the post office. I noticed some gross old guy had wandered out of the gate and was watching for people on the street.

He saw me, flashed a stupid grin, grabbed his crotch and said rather crudely, "Hey, suck my c0ck."

I snapped at him, "No!"

As I walked past him he called after me, "Hey, it's 'no, thank you.' Where are your manners?"

I turned and said, "I don't recall hearing you say 'please.'"

I waited at the post office for about 20 minutes and gave it a little thought as to whether I should go the other way home but I figured the guy would be gone.

I was wrong.

As I approached he smiled again and grabbed his crotch again, "Wanna try this again?"

I gave him a sharp look and lace my voice with a fair bit of snark, "No... uh, thank you."

He laughed, "That's more like it."

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A friend of mine has been dating a nice gentleman for a few months. That's them in the photo above - I altered their appearance to protect their identity.

I have attended a few of their get-togethers and as the booze gets guzzled the mouths start to flapping. And thing get told. Private things. This is your point of no return...

I have learned that they enjoy a rather extreme sex life. Replete with all sorts of locking restraints, cringe-inducing gadgets and crazy things that look like medieval implements of torture.

The other night after hearing a few (TMI) things I asked the submissive one, "What happens if he goes too far."

He pondered for a second, "Well, we have a safe word." Then he grumbled, "But I'm not allowed to use it."

I was jarred by this latter statement, "But that's what safe words are for!" Then I had to know, "What's your safe word?"

He replied, "Roxy."

I laughed really hard, "You're safe word is your dogs name???!!!"

The dominant player in this pair jumped in to offer his defense, "Well, he's not allowed to use the safe word because the one time he did that fucking dog attacked me."

Um, just so you know - Roxy is a pit-bull.

The submissive one laughed, "Yea, and I was all tied up at the time and couldn't help him do anything about it!"

We were consumed with laughter and before I could even think about it the dominant one pointed to me and screamed, "That's a really funny story for your blog."

Done.