Tecate

I stopped somewhere for a brief liaison, and the other gentlemen was a “out in the hall when we’re done” kind of fellow so I wasn’t offered a shower and I pretty much left with whatever was left of his love dripping down my leg and some of my own encrusted on my stomach hair.

I hit a security checkpoint on the 2D. 

Their drug dog started sniffing and making obscene grunting noises and panting while he buried his nose in my crotch and ass taking long deep satisfied whiffs.

All I could do was just stand there.

Then he stood on his hind legs and started humping my leg.

I didn’t know whether I was more humiliated or whether I was more amused. I was about to bust out cry-laughing in front of the ejercitos but they were stone faced, searched me and my car and waved me off.

I’m like “do not laugh… do not laugh.. do NOT laugh.. think of Amy Schumer and Kathy Griffin jokes…”

I wish a nice handsome man would dry hump my leg or start grunting and sniffing me even half as passionately as the perro detector in Tecate did.