I head to Fort Lauderdale to hear my buddy spin at the Ramrod tonight, but until then I’ve got a whole afternoon to enjoy with a handful of hot guys I’ve lined up. We’ll see which ones cum through.
I’m especially excited about the salt-and-pepper muscle Daddy who wants me to fuck the shit out of him…
I was looking through old pictures yesterday and found some of an ex-boyfriend from when I was in my 20’s. He was a hot little beefy muscle cub with a thick mustache, big legs and an ass that wouldn’t quit. We must have been quite a sight, considering how tall and underweight I was back then!
I can’t remember why I broke up with him. It’s definitely one my favorite body types…
Apparently I project a much straighter image than I think I do. In the past couple of days, several guys have called me “straight,” “manly,” “masculine,” and even “regal.” That last one made me, for lack of a better word, guffaw.
So I figured why not capitalize on this straight, masculine me. I’m going to start responding to Craiglist ads looking for hung straight guys for no-reciprocation blowjobs. One more tool to help me satisfy my enormous sexual appetite…