Out of nowhere, the ginger muscle hunk I got to fuck at the end of last year is texting me this morning. It’s looking like another connection between the two of us could be possible, and I’m super excited about that!
We totally clicked the last time, and I’d love to have more of that kind of sex…
Everybody knows I love a hung bottom, but I love irony even more. In this scene, I would much rather see the big-dicked otter fucking the tattooed muscle stud.
It would remind me of all the built hunks I’ve fucked in my past…and the ones yet to come.
A cute Latino flight attendant (and self-proclaimed top) who I’ve fucked before started hitting on me on Messenger again. I’m not sure if I’m going to go there because I’ve been lucky to get so many hot offers lately that I really don’t need to settle.
And something in his flirt is throwing me off this morning. He’s coming across as a little conceited, and I don’t feel like fucking the ego out of someone today…
It’s massage day again, and I could definitely use it. I’ve been training hard getting ready for Gay Days and I’m pretty sore all over.
It’s also a happy ending kind of day. My massage guy has studied genital massage techniques, and frankly his hands feel better than a lot of the mouths and asses I’ve been in.