The sexting continues today with my Gay Days Husband sending me a video of him masturbating at a job site where he’s a contractor. It’s such a dirty thing to be doing in someone else’s house while you’re supposed to be working…and where you might be caught.
It’s too bad he lives in another state or I’d drive right over and get fucked by that big thing. The danger would be more intoxicating than poppers!
I’ll have to send him a video back of me stroking it to his video…
Just got home from the gym where I ran into my little fantasy man with a spectacular ass who looks sorta like Gabriel Phoenix…except with more muscle and ink.
We’d been talking about hooking up again so he can hear me growl in his ear while I’m breeding him, and now he’s on his way over to my house.
Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot of unusual shenanigans tonight?
The full moon isn’t until tomorrow, but I’m totally getting a rough trade vibe from the club and bar-hopping plans I’ve laid out and by who’s been messaging me.
I better watch my back, or I’m gonna wake up with a redneck in my bed…
Trying to get back on track is difficult when there are so many fun events all over town. For example, it’s the first Tuesday of the month, which means it’s Spandex Happy Hour again.
Tights, briefs and of course jockstraps. With all those asses out, you know I’m going to be giving some love taps tonight.
It’s like I get hypnotized by them and can’t focus on anything else…
