I'll attempt to add to this abortion of a thread.
In highschool I went to Tijuana with a group of friends. We probably went ten times in a couple years span. I met this 30 something year old working girl in one of the clubs and we chatted a bit before heading to a room. As she initially approached I couldn't help but laugh at her introduction. After locking eyes she walked over slowly while licking her lips. Without speaking a word she grabbed my dick and exclaimed "Oh donkey dick". It caught me of guard and I liked her style immediately.
We got a room and shared a drunken moment in a time before the internet or smartphones. That night melted into the background of so many wild nights it hardly constitutes it's tale being told, if not for the following.
Almost fifteen years later I'd return. No longer a starry eyed young man but instead a professional in the field for work. A colleague insisting on visiting the district on a free night, brought me back to a place I hadn't been since my teens. We sat, we drank and the night went on. Almost ready to leave I was caught off guard by the words I heard next. A table away from where I sat I caught the words I'd heard before, through the loud music and shitty beer I heard it. Could it be.
I turned on time to hear it again. Oh donkey dick she proclaimed. There she was, a bit older, a bit raspier in voice but without having lost the charm she had when we first met. I got her attention and she approached just as she had all those years before. I never thought we'd again cross paths and again we shared a room and a moment locked in time. I asked if she remembered me, she of course did not but I couldn't go on with life without asking.
This drinks for you sweetheart
Yours truly, donkey dick