So the fatigue I was feeling yesterday? Turns out I was coming down with the flu. It hit hard at first, like an all-over body cramp with chills and fever, and now I just feel sore and exhausted. So I’m staying home today with a hot toddy and a bunch of porn.
With my glands this swollen, ain’t no dick going down my throat…
It’s my birthday! I’ve had a couple of great dinners and little celebrations already, but I want more. Unfortunately, everyone I want to spend time with today is out of town or working, so maybe I’ll hire an escort. No muss, no fuss.
A dirty little friend of mine had an after-hours party Sunday morning, and I still haven’t been able to reach him yet to hear how it went. I know he’s been interested in exploring sounding, and I also know this hot guy into e-stimulation and sounding who was planning on bringing some of his toys to the party.
I’ll have to stop by this afternoon and see if they accidentally welded themselves together…
I love Christopher Daniels with a beard, but I’m kinda surprised by his extra-lean look. I mean, I’m down to 11% body fat, and I look chunky next to him. I prefer him with a little more meat on his bones.
Don’t get me wrong. I still find him super hot. But it’s going to make me think twice about leaning down any more myself.
I was chatting with my housekeepers today (those girls hear some stories), and I realized that, like me, pretty much all the guys I hook up with have beards. Rarely do the smooth-faced get attention from me in real life.
Beards add something to all kinds of sex, like brushing his cock with it when you blow him, running it across his hole while you rim him or using it to mop up his incredible armpit smell while you’re fucking him. But there’s something especially intimate about petting another man’s beard while you’re kissing him.
So if you want to leave it as a one-night stand, don’t do that.