Martin’s Reviews > Going Sasquatch > Status Update

I jumped out of his way as Shithead lunged at me, holding the camera aloft. “It’s very nice. It is it digital?”
“Yes!”
“Cool. So are you gonna show me how to delete everything on it or do I have to get Stone Age and do it myself with a large rock?”

“I know. Who does she think she is with those emojis? Cher?”

LOL.

Somehow I can't get a grip on Chase. On the one hand he's a muscled Hollywood star who plays superhero roles (I'm picturing Chris Evans), on the other he's a nerdy geek wearing glasses who believes in bigfoot.

Oh that's an interesting form of sex. Rarely seen in m/m romance.

'My darling ‘husband’ sashayed out to admire the view and salivate over the firepit. I wasn’t sure what was up with that. Either he was getting down with his inner caveman or I’d just found myself fake-married to a pyromaniac.'

He peered over his glasses at me. “You think my buttocks are beautiful?” he said, playfully batting his eyelashes.
“Obviously. I’ve presided over a lot of transformations over the years, but your ass is my Mona Lisa. It’s my finest work.”

Okay... don't ever date your personal trainer :-)

' One day you were waking up to horny bulldogs and Instagram vomit, the next you were rolling out of bed after having several thousand volts fired up your ass, and the next you were waking up in the Sasquatch Lodge motel listening to the movie star subject of your sex dream brushing his teeth.'

I'm smiling so hard right now :-)

'The sheets felt unpleasant, both scratchy and damp, and the bed squeaked every time I moved. So much for the prospect of sneakily rubbing one out in his holy presence.'

“Ice machine’s outside,” said the clerk. “And it’s clean. No piss in it.”

LOL, clearly this is the Ritz Carlton of motels.