The difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

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   Like many black men these days I often get propositioned by husbands to do their wife’s at the oddest of times. Still, one of my most memorable times was while sitting in an airport waiting for my plane to arrive. Flight 702 to Tampa had been delayed twice already, and on the third go around I decided to grab myself a drink. I didn’t know it at the time but I was being followed, and shortly after my drink arrived I found myself sitting next to a middle aged white business man in a five hundred dollar suit. I’d noticed him waiting for the same flight, and we struck up a conversation.

He lived where I was heading for my vacation, and so we started with that, and somewhere between the first sip of my drink and the second sip of the round he paid for we got around to talking about his young wife and their unique life style, and a whole story unfolded, with a picture of her in a thong bikini for my collection no less……

My wife Nina and I have a 32 foot aluminum yacht that we play around on in the summer months. My name is Dennis by the way, and by playing around I mean that we are swingers afloat. Swinging was just something we both mutually agreed upon before getting married.

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