It’s still another several weeks before I might get to meet in person the hot Hungarian I met online, but he keeps popping into my head all the time. I’m trying not to build it up or have any expectations, but I’m just so freakin’ excited.
I best direct that energy into someone else. Deep into someone else…
I learned a new Sunday Funday routine this week from a slutty friend and am going to give it a try today. It’s a (sort of) straight tea-dance, followed by a rooftop bar, followed by drinks at the gay resort. I plan on meeting tons of new people, and am especially on the hunt for furry little muscle guys.
You may have to wring me out in the morning, but I’m totally going to make this happen!
I’m up early this morning, excited that my bearfriend is passing through town. I’m taking him to a tiki bar for flaming cocktails, then out to a steakhouse I know he’ll love. But this is going to be a quick visit. Just one afternoon and overnight.
How nice to start off the week with a Jessie Colter video. It’s been too long since I’ve seen this sexy pig with his heels in the air, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
And despite Jackson Fillmore’s lack of body hair, he makes for a fun, cubby top…
I went out to a comedy show with friends last night, one of whom is constantly horny and very loud about it. He’s also short in stature, and next to me he seems very, very small.
To be clear, I don’t want any benefits included with our friendship, but it got me thinking about what it would be like to hook up with someone around his size. I’ve always been attracted to shorter than average men, but a guy who’s like 5’4″? Hot!
Despite the fact that I clearly have a thing for mature muscle bears (I’m seeing my bearfriend tonight, in fact!), I think I’ve finally found a type of younger man that I could get into.
The fit, tattooed younger guy with body hair. Sort of a twink, but rough and verging on otter. Trotter?