Short week this week. Big gay cocktail party tonight, then a race through the next few days before heading to St. Pete for the weekend.
I may have missed Pride there this year (270,000 people!), but I still plan on having a dirty, gay old time. I know a few guys in that area I haven’t seen in a while who are very excited I’ll be in town, and then there’s the gay resort…
OMG. There was an adorable little guy serving us at the restaurant last night. We all agreed he would be super-fun to toss around! But none of us got his number. What’s wrong with us??
Still, it’s given me a hankering for short men again. Like it ever left!
Just got back from lunch with my puppy, and he told me all about his most recent trip to Barcelona. Apparently, he was the Star of the Bar one night as guy after guy took turns fucking and fisting him in a sling. It was an astonishing story to hear, and I felt a little concerned for his hole, but not to worry. My puppy is a pro.
Some people may not think it’s romantic to take a guy from behind, but I have to disagree. Sure, I like looking a guy in the eyes and kissing him while I’m fucking him, but there’s something amazing about a man who’s willing to trust you enough to turn his back and open himself up to you. You literally get to see a whole different side of him, and what’s more romantic than spooning in as you slowly bury yourself deep inside him?
Plus, if he’s got back hair, you’ve got something to nuzzle. Or grab onto!
It’s been an exhausting weekend trapping muscle bears, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything! Good thing I took today off, though. Shades pulled. Coconut water. Couch.
Doesn’t snowballing all weekend mean it’s time to hibernate?
Although I’m swimming in muscle bears this weekend in South Florida, there are a handful of cute otters in the mix. None have been quite as impressive as Jimmie Slater though. He’s in a category all by himself.
I think I’ve enjoyed the experience of thick fur blanketing ripped abs exactly once in my life. It was with a massage guy in Seattle who gave me a verrry happy ending…
Wow. Just remembering. He was fucking hot!!
Now I want to find Jimmie Slater while I’m down here! LOL!
It’s time for BBQ, apple pie and baseball, so if Coach won’t let you play, don’t let that deter you. Step into his office before the next big game and show him your ass(ets)!