Skip Hunt

I can’t tell you just how incredibly ethereal the desert smells in the Northern baja just after a rain in July.

As the afternoon blazed, and after we’d all made it past the complimentary nausea hump, we built a nice fire and drifted through loose conversational threads…

Then his hand was on my leg and started to caress it as he suggested we take a walk to my hotel for a complimentary suck.

...then popped it into his mouth and let out a huge laugh as his stoney face broke into a smile almost as bright as the desert sun suspended in the brilliant blue sky.