So last night, I went to have my hair done for Wigstock. It turned out that my friend Creighton who does my hair was having a film documentary done about doing the wigs for this final festival (he also does Bunny's, Linda's, etc). So unlike our ususal hair sessions, this one was fueled by champagne. Somehow my glass kept getting filled, and well, I had had quite a bit while my wig was being fluffed, teased, etc. More to the point, I became lushy loose lips, and dished myself as well as others...I recall I disclosed that Creighton and I just yesterday had a discussion about eating ass (verdict: he doesn't do it, and I live for it being done), along with some other dishy stories I probably wouldn't have ever said on camera and to be honest can't recall at the moment(somehow I think this was a pre-arranged thing- get the queen sloshed and she'll say anything). After my hair was done, filming was over, but drinking was not. So Creighton and I went over to Lips for some tasty frozen cosmos along with some bitchy bingo with Linda Simpson (I never win anyway, Linda always gives me the bum cards)...then on to Henrietta Hudson's, but Girlina was done dj-ing, and on her way out, so we decided this was the last stop, and no more alcohol. So I dropped him at his apartment and I caught a cab on 7th Ave South.
So into the cab I get, and slur out the address, and Mr Cabdriver named Tariq (yes, from Pakistan) starts talking to me- remember I am a boy tonight, a drunken boy- so in the relatively short ride from 7th Ave down to Broadway, he got his point across that he liked "everything"- which I kept asking means what specifically. So of course the next question as we were 2 blocks from my apt- are you hard? He showed me, and it was like a rock, and then I told him to pull over right before my apt on Broadway. He got a little nervous- I was like "honey, nobody is watching nor cares either, and it will only be a minute or two" (it always is). He then pulled onto White St, I get into the front seat, and he is all about the touchy-feely on the ladystick, and then I provided an oral pleasuring to his very clean member (I wouldn't if it wasn't)- good to the last drop- and had him moaning rather audibly. Once he was done, I made him sit until I was finished as well...honey, it has to be about me as well. He obediently did, and then I paid the fare, and gave him a $2 tip (hey I make more money than he does, so payment is only fair)...got out and walked across the street to my apartment. Plenty satisfied.