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disago 51 / M
"Hey! I was told there would be snacks!"
Edwardsburg, Michigan, United States
 
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disago 51/M
Edwardsburg, Michigan
More teasingly drawn out foreplay, please.
Introduction
It all started back in November. On a Tuesday. In bed. Awakened before my passionate dream became really filthy. Fucking squirrel. After my initial - and all-too-often hazed disappointment of waking up ‘mid scene’ , I noticed something that was - or, wasn’t afoot: my usual hardness wasn’t so, well, hard. My thickness and heft still present and enjoyable; but the rigidity, not so much. Well, this will not do. Not one bit. But what to do? Do I make it easy and get a ‘script for that little blue pill or, do I try to go the ‘natural’ route and find something more ‘organic’ ? I have been eating healthier - and with positive results. Deal. Let’s take the dirt road. As I pulled into the health goods shop’s parking lot, I noticed a man, dressed in white sitting on the tailgate of a worn-down pickup. I didn’t think too much of it - rather it was more of an oddity that a man dressed in an all-white suit is sitting on a shitty truck. Odd. I got out of my car, gave the sartorial gent a country nod, and walked in. Once inside, I realized I had NO fucking idea what to look for. Do I look for something that promotes blood flow? Maybe something that enhances free-testosterone? Should I just go back to wearing boxers? Fuck. Just as the last thought bounced off some gray bits - and as I walked passed an awesome array of eucalyptus, that man, dressed in white was right in front of me. “What you lookin’ for, man? “ , he asked in a thick, Caribbean accent. “Uh, just something that will promote blood flow.” , I quietly replied. He looked at me and started to laugh. “Ha! Are you lookin’ for a root for your root? What you lookin’ for is not here, man. What you need is something to get in your mind.— “ “Dude, I’m not looking to get high. Besides, I can go down the street for that - it’s legal now. “ I cautiously interrupted. “Thanks though.” And just as I turned around, his hand grabbed my shoulder, pulled me around and blew white powder from his cupped palm and onto my face. “What the fuuuu— “ {faint rustling sounds accompanied with ineligible voices and car horns - growing louder} “Uhh— . Wha—. Oww—. Whe—where am I?” I hazily asked in the backseat of a beat-up car; with a growing confusion of what I thought was unseasonably hot outside. “Where the fuck are my clothes? Why am I only wearing; what-the-fuck, is this a potato sack?! WHAT. THE. FU— “ A man, sitting in the front passenger seat turns around and yells over traffic, “Calm down man - we set you free! Get yerself together, man!” “What?! Are we in Chicago?! Fuck! “ I curiously asked. “Wait. Why the fuck are you guys wearing masks?! Wait. Why am I wearing a mask?! Are we - Are we going to rob something?! No way, man!” “Shut up man! You need to calm down. And keep that mask on!” Weaving in-and-out of traffic, I feel something roll onto my thigh. It was a doll - made of straw and sticks which is also clad in burlap, but with a white circle painted on its chest. “What the fuck is this?! “ I cried as we’re frantically passing cars on the southside streets of Chicago. “It’s your ‘Self’ , man. I told you to get your Self together. He is You. He is your soul. Don’t lose him - bad news if you do. Very bad.” He said as the driver said something in French-Caribbean . Puzzled, I could only think of one thing: Why in the fuck is this fucking doll also wearing a mask?! ...to be continued ...or is it ‘too’ ?

My Ideal Person Someone whom isn’t freaked out by a doll clad in burlap. It could get intimately awkward and weird.

...or is it ‘who’ ?

Information
  • 51 / male
  • Edwardsburg, Michigan, United States
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Looking For:  Women or Couples (man/woman)
Birthdate: March 28, 1969
Relocate?: No
Marital Status: Single
Height: 5 ft 10 in / 177-180 cm
Body Type: Athletic
Smoking: I'm a non-smoker
Drinking: I'm a light/social drinker
Drugs: Prefer not to say
Education: BA/BS (4 years college)
Occupation: Rx 'Before' Model
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Prefer not to say
Have Children: No
Want Children: Happy with what I have
Male Endowment: Average/Average
Circumcised: Yes
Speaks: English
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Eye Color: Blue
Glasses or Contacts: Either
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