A Fine Day on Folsom Street

Sunday: I lost count of how many penises I saw. We got dozens of men out of their pants. I fell in love with a woman who claimed not to like boys, but had a Daddy’s Little Girl tattoo. She asked to me adjust her corset and enjoyed when I ‘accidently’ felt her up, over […]

Sunday:

  • I lost count of how many penises I saw.
  • We got dozens of men out of their pants.
  • I fell in love with a woman who claimed not to like boys, but had a Daddy’s Little Girl tattoo.
  • She asked to me adjust her corset and enjoyed when I ‘accidently’ felt her up, over and over.
  • A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence fell in love with me.
  • My Kilt Inspector girlfriends showed up, but did not inspect my kilt.
  • Several other people did.
  • A woman asked to me twirl.
  • I twirled.
  • A beautiful woman said I was only her second choice for Big Bad Daddy. Which never happens.
  • A beautiful swinger couple almost took me home, and I should have gone.
  • …At least with HER.
  • I got a leather kilt.

And a very very good time was had by all.

Folsom Street Fair. The Utilikilts booth.

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