What is it about a mustache that makes big ol’ me weak in the knees? Sometimes I even prefer it to a full beard!
Well, let me tell you, this morning at the grocery store, firemen were walking in as I was driving out of the parking lot. One them had a big, thick ‘stache that made me crane my neck so far I about crashed my car.
A man with a mustache can do no wrong in my fantasy playbook, and a fireman to boot?? Woof.
It’s been so difficult getting back into the groove after such a fun vacation. I’m completely behind, and after a day like today, I could use a good foot rub.
Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
I love big, crazy gay events. They’re a voyeurs paradise! You don’t even have to lurk to get an eyeful. When there aren’t any sex demos, just walk around the host hotel looking for open curtains.
They get to show off, and I get warmed up for Round Three…
I still don’t understand barbershop fuck scenes…all those little hairs everywhere! But I was willing to suspend disbelief of that itchy detail to enjoy watching a couple of muscle hunks with major tan lines banging in the salon.
And that suit and sheer socks? Makes me excited for Monday…
My end-of-summer boy and I have been talking about the things we’re going to do the next time we’re together, and part of that includes him wanting to indulge my underwear fetish.
I expect a parade of briefs, jocks, Speedos and singlets coming my way. I just don’t know how much longer I can wait…