a dyke, a little gay boy and a slut (i mean it in the sweetest sense) had a food extravaganza at the riverside Modesto's last night. the little boy was totally into it and he didn't mind the saucy and sticky mess having the orgasmic pasta crab. seemed like the slut wanted to check the boy out so yeah, he did a catwalk. of course his ulterior motive was to see the slut strut her stuffs.

the dyke made the little gay boy feel so cheated. she didn't pull off the butchy pussy look she promised. to think the boy made sure he looked cutesy gay. ah but who cares; the boy was loving it. he felt cute. and the slut, she was worried she'd be a tad too slutty hahaha. too cautious there, cuz she looked fine. and man she could strut. well except for the random grimace.

so they felt powered up at St James at 11, after pondering on the many young punks and tipsy smokey miniskirties along the way. looked like the dyke-gay-slut troupe was the closest to recherche (yup this is the exact word) in the house. too late to catch the romping actions of the band but well, the dyke moved, the boy smoothed and the slut grooved it on and on. sexy!

and we totally loved the sleazing white light and the killing red shade. no rompy pick up actions as planned (by the dyke for the boy and the boy for the slut and the slut for the dyke). no housepour at all. the little gay boy reached home feeling so tamed and satisfied.