tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300827214927228408.post6428244185207389340..comments2019-05-03T12:31:29.777-07:00Comments on diaries of a tenderloin princess: welcome back bitches/ intro & blog onesunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14215074693568244013noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300827214927228408.post-4373091962628754642011-01-26T22:52:41.479-08:002011-01-26T22:52:41.479-08:00I had a Tenderloin moment in Eugene, OR a few year...I had a Tenderloin moment in Eugene, OR a few years back although it didn't make my loins all that tender. Some biker pulled up in my driveway and his girl popped out of the passenger side asking to use my phone. I led her to the car port and said i would pull the phone out there but she couldn't go inside ( it smelled like a certain flower). She gratefully nodded her head and then asked if I wanted a line of meth which I turned down. The guy with the beard who remained in the car seemed restless given that he couldn't hear what she was saying. She told me she had been up all night at a party and wanted to party with me indicating that she still wanted to go inside the house by the way the pointed at the door with her tongue trying poke through her cheek. It was a warm summer day but her nipples could be seen trying to poke through her tank-top as she rolled her tongue around her lips over and over again while mentioning repeatedly that her crazy party from the night before didn't need to end now. My eyes focuses in on her breasts again as she cupped them with her hands and I realized to my shock that that white tank-top cornicing her chest and cut-off jeans wasn't a tank top at all but a pair of men's jockey briefs that had the pee-hole slit sliced open so her head could pop out with her arms protruding from the leg holes. I told her I was all good and couldn't help wondering what happened at that crazy party with the bikers.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07844604277164274107noreply@blogger.com