I was at a leather event last night and four short guys I’ve made out with (two of them I slept with) were there. It was a little awkward, but it reminded me of how much I love little guys, especially when they’re muscular…
I love a veiny older man, so it’s no wonder that I’m crazy turned on by Dallas Steele. What’s even crazier is this guy I’ve met online has a Daddy who’s built just like Dallas…and they’ve invited me for a threeway!
It’s a 2-hour drive away, so I think I’ll make a weekend out of it.
My friend’s birthday party was tons of fun last night, but it went kinda late, especially considering the age of the host. Lol. That old bird sure can twirl, though, and she outlasted me by a long shot!
At least nothing serious happened. I could tell I was making some questionable choices at the end…
I’m finally on PrEP. Well, almost. I just started, so I have to wait at least a week before I redefine the behaviors that are within my acceptable level of risk.
Since I frequently bite the inside of my cheek when I sleep, swallowing loads was always one of those things that made me feel a little uncomfortable. So until I finally get the pleasure of sucking my buddies to completion, I’ll just have to stick to eating my own cum when I’m thirsty for a protein shake…
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…