I've been living in a ski town where girls run wild and fascinatingly, when it comes to picking up, we run the damn show. In a ski town, the hunters become the hunted. And ladies, we stay well fed in Whis.
My personal favourites on the menu…bellboys and bar tenders.
I worked in a hotel...oops! (Sleeping around the workplace is pretty well accepted as normal in a Ski Resort, but there is an art to doing it right.)
Ahhhh the good old days of plentiful penis. What a time to be alive.
I was reminiscing today and I came up with the below.