dude resorting to something more accessible lol Barcelona has some talented ppl

 

Things didn’t improve the next day. I was sick as a dog and decided to resource to Antibiotics. My mum managed to talk the Spanish Chemist into selling it without a prescription. I was pumping it on a rhythm of 3 a day so I woke up a bit better on Tuesday. We headed to Barceloneta beach. Pretty ordinary nature-wise… in spite of the somewhat exotic rock bottom fairly visible underneath the virtually motionless Mediterranean Sea, the highlight of the scenario was doubtlessly the exposed boobies presented by an array of smoking hot ladies from all over the globe. I was in heaven, yet, in bad shape and unable to express my admiration. There was a particularly juicy chick sitting not far from me. She had light blond hair, generous bubble bum and a pair of perfect melons adorned with subtle pink nipples. Quite an obvious girl really, but she was just so available, those nipples were, in some frequency, trying to establish communication with an unidentified cognition layer of mine. I stared for so long only to watch her patience slowly melting into the hot artificial sands of Barceloneta beach. The European Diva eventually got up and left with her equally provoking friend.

That type of performance makes me wonder what the fuck I’m doing here… Even my mum stirred me up to approach her. I fell back in the excuse of still feeling sick. It did make me feel better, but as it wasn’t exactly a lie, I felt like shit after the beach. It didn’t matter, I still came out for dinner at a great place called Carpe Diem. The waitress is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen but damn do I hate that Spanish accent. After a more than generous feed, my sister and I hanged around at the club to see what was coming up next. We were surprised with a flash influx of hot people, specifically girls, in a matter of 20 minutes. It was firing by 1PM, and it didn’t look like it was gonna stop. I felt absolutely useles. I was pretty much hating myself and the lame role I was playing. In bed, that night, thoughts of European lesbian bombshells having sex at the Carpe Diem toilets disturbed my sleep. I was there and I failed to satisfy them.