St-Lawrence: Silicon Valley, CubA

I had a little nostalgia last week while watching my Facebook videos.

Last year, I enjoyed a one week vacation trip in an all-included Cuban hotel with 3 of my best men and a couple of friends. I had such a good time, enjoying the Tres S’s: sand, sun and sex (not to mistake with the three S's).

One of the best souvenirs I got was the two hours we spent every single night after dinner at the show. There was always a contest at the beginning of it and, as the showman that I am… I had to participate every time I had the chance to! Basically, I spent half of the time half naked because of a stupid ‘what’s the song?’ contest; every time I was wrong, I had to take off a piece of cloth, and I think alcohol has bad effects on my ears… because my answers were erroneous 2 times out of 3. Once, I also had to make a striptease to one of my friends! But that same night…My friend wasn’t the only one who noticed my showman talents.

Later on that night (the third of the week), there was a tourist girl (a Quebeccer) who ran into me at the bar. She said that she really liked what she saw on the stage and that she liked guys that are outgoing and don’t have inhibitions… I do have little, but con Ron…there’s nothing I can do about it! So I actually spent the night at the bar and the Discoteca ‘La Vida Loca’ with her… and I have to say; she was really hot. However, she looked too much of a superficial girl, which is not my type. But the thing is that, while I was in Cuba, I liked the fact that guys in the club were jealous of my ‘catch of the day’. Plus, she was wearing a shirt… I always found sexy good looking girls wearing shirts (especially mine…)

So after I dried the bar out of Cuba Libre, we went back to my hotel room (thanks to my roommate who had lost his key card and was sleeping in my other friends’ room) to enjoy myself ourselves. SO HERE’S THE POINT OF THE TITLE ----> As I was taking off her bra (which was obviously hiding things that my hands, despite their length, couldn’t even handle)... it hit me: She had FAKE boobs!

As the little chubby pervert who used to have threesomes with both his hands every night as only sexual favor when I was a teenager… I never thought I would have said so before but… I didn’t like it. I mean her breasts were as solid as my pipes. No bullshit. They didn’t have the flexibility and the softness that make boobs so nice to feel, touch and…play with. And I can’t even tell if she was feeling anything I was doing to them. So what’s the point?

So here’s my advice for you girls… fake boobs are bad… It’s mass murdering, genocide, Großdeutsches Reich . That girl was 18 btw… so how low must have been her self-esteem to make such a decision at such a young age. I love natural gurls. The girls that take care of their bodies by dancing or doing sports… not under Dr. Boobs von Wrinkles bistouris and Mr. Spray Tan UVs. I mean who cares if you have small tits…You have the opportunity to show your brain and personnality to men instead of your Twins… be proud of it. You’ll get rid of Douchebags and keep the good guys in your bed.

My name is St-Lawrence and I love A and B cups, as long as they fit with your body 'pâté' type (but cute eyes and face will always be prerequisites, regardless of the melons)!

P.S. I’m stricter on the booty though! = p