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Posted:Jan 31, 2013 6:22 pm
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I am forty years old, so it probably shouldn't surprise me that, in this day and age, going on a date does not mean what it used to mean. Or rather, the purpose of said date will definitely depend a great deal on the age of the other person you're out with. Without speaking for a whole generation, I'll state that I grew up during a time when going on a date to check out a prospective "partner" was just turning into going on a date to get laid. As time has passed, I've saved the dating for prospective cases of love and forgone it completely when it came to just getting together to fuck. Or get freaky. Whatever.
Do men still ask women out on dates because they hope to fall in love? I suppose there are plenty out there who are doing just that, right at this very moment. Do men still ask women out for the sole purpose of bedding them? Absolutely. Are there women out there standing on both sides of the fence as well? I see evidence of both, but the vast majority seem to be about the sexual hookup right now. If a lady is under the age of 30 she's probably not looking for the love of her life, or to settle down. Not that most men under 30 are, I'm just making a sweeping generalization based on my limited experience.
I went on a date recently - one that I initiated with the sole purpose of making it into bed with the woman as soon as possible. At first I thought I would actually date her for a while, and get her in bed the old fashioned, sort of romantic way, but I have never been about manipulating or lying when it comes to love and sex. I'd rather get shot down saying I just want to fuck then get some woman to fall in love so I can fuck her senseless and then dump her. The woman I asked out is beautiful, and I knew we had a mutual attraction going on, so I decided to keep my date with her but try to lean towards being as honest as I could by the end of the night. It turns out, I couldn't wait until the end.
We sat down in a bar near my workplace and ordered drinks. The small talk was easy, mostly because we talked about things related to work. Once we'd loosened up after a few sips, my tongue and cock took over. I asked the lovely lady sitting next to me why we were on the date? She is also forty years old, and grew up with pretty much the same attitude about dates and sex as mine. It stood to reason then, that one or both of us was sitting there, considering if the other was material for either a relationship or a fuck. I think once we both admitted this, it was easy to take the next step and tell each other what we were there for. It turned out physical attraction was the reason both of us shared, and that love was not even remotely on our minds.
My cock was hard the rest of the evening, but we did very little touching, so I don't think she noticed. "I need to take it slow, so I don't feel completely cheap and used" she told me, further solidifying the fact that her purpose was to bed me. We had an easy, wonderful conversation about what she enjoyed in bed (and apparently in public places as well) and I did my best to not frighten her with strange, extreme fantasies of my own. To fuck this woman face to face, with no kink or pseudo violence involved would be magnificent. Just seeing her naked, and getting my hands on that flesh would be enough.
There was some very heavy kissing and groping when we ended the evening. I invited her to tour my workplace with the intention of making a move on her at some point, and she did not make it difficult to decide when. I think we made it through about a third of the place before she just stopped in her tracks and leaned against a large piece of furniture. Gesturing to the naked female mannequins across from her, she made a comment about how skinny and unrealistic they were. The right words came from my mouth, and as I stepped toward her I could see the tension just release from her shoulders. We went at it, hot and heavy right there for a while, and only when I had my hand down her panties and reaching for her clit did she finally pull away and make her retreat. I let her go without a word of regret, and know I'll be tasting that twat of hers very soon.
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just for sheena45
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Posted:Jan 25, 2013 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2013 8:03 pm 29926 Views
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This post/picture is here for sheena45 (and everyone else) to enjoy.
It's a screen shot from a recent video shoot I did for my newest song; "Now's the Fuckin' Time". There is to be a lot more filming, and almost all of it with mannequins.
Hope you enjoy!
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Homeless Handjob?
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Posted:Jan 25, 2013 7:42 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 11:15 am 33111 Views
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Last night I stayed up working at the computer much later than I had planned. When I got done posting here I was supposed to put up an ad on Craigslist and then turn in. Instead, I sat and perused the ads, responding to a few that I hoped would actually pan out. As I said, I planned on having some fun this weekend. When I finally did get too tired to stare at the screen any more, I turned off the heat and overhead lights and retired to the break room. When I stepped through the door I did not turn on the lights, but instead made my way across the room to the huge table that sits in the middle of it. I was about to sit down and turn on my portable DVD player when a movement outside caught my eye.
The break room looks out towards the front of our building so that anyone sitting at the table can see who is arriving/leaving. From my position I saw what I was certain was a lady standing on the stoop of our front entrance, taking off her shirt. Without moving too quickly, I got closer to the window so I could peer out and see exactly what was going on. Sure enough, I saw that a woman in her mid-30’s was standing out in the cold, taking off her coat, shirt and bra. The darkness made it so I couldn’t get a good look at her face, but the tits were lovely, and my dick began to grow very stiff in my pants. As I continued to watch, the woman reached down and pulled out a different bra and shirt from a backpack sitting at her feet. Was she homeless? I don’t exactly know, but it kind of looked that way.
I put on my coat, exited the break room, raised the garage door on the side of the building, and walked out into the cold rain. The woman was still on the stoop, but this time it looked like she was about to take off her pants. She had managed to put on her bra, and another shirt, and was standing there with her zipper wide open. When I approached she did not hurry and pull her pants closed, but she also refrained from continuing what she was doing. When I told her that I had seen her changing her clothes she thought I had been watching through a security camera. When I assured her I had just spied movement through the break room window she laughed. I next complimented her on her very nice breasts, and the enthusiastic response I received gave me the courage to press forward.
My devious mind kept nagging me to do some sick or potentially dangerous/illegal things so I decided instead to try something simple. Suggesting the woman could get in my car with me and warm up/dry off, I did my best to sound like an innocent, helpful gentleman instead of the predator I am. When she accepted my invitation and grabbed her backpack to follow me to the rental car I don’t think she was prepared for me to suggest the hand job that I did. I didn’t wait long to bring it up, so she was probably still plenty cold when she agreed to jerk me off in the car while we sat with the heat on. By now I’d gotten a pretty good look at her, and decided that if she was homeless it was a recent thing, or she was only slightly homeless, like me. Not one to look the opportunity for and orgasm in the mouth, I made it pretty clear that I wanted to be stroked to completion, and I wanted to get my hands on those beautiful little tits of hers. The woman acquiesced, and before you know it my cock was out, her blouse was up, and I was pushing the tiny cups aside to get to the even tinier titties beneath. Her hands were soft, but they also seemed unfamiliar with how to work a cock. I had to twice slow her down and get her to loosen her grip, but she did as agreed and pulled on my prick until I unloaded all over her hand.
We got out of the car shortly after that. I watched her walk away and do admit I wondered where she might be headed. She wasn’t dirty, didn’t smell of alcohol or from a lack of bathing, talked like a regular person and otherwise appeared normal to me. I didn’t ask why she was changing clothes outside my workplace, didn’t ask if she was homeless, and really didn’t care. All I wanted was a safe way to get off and she provided that, only asking in return that I allow her to dry off and warm up. It was a thrilling experience I won't soon repeat, but I'm glad I took the chance last night. What fun!
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my weekend alone begins
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Posted:Jan 24, 2013 8:34 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 11:15 am 32593 Views
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The car has been rented, and I have already stopped at the store to get most of what I'll be needing this weekend. I'm not going to spend a whole lot of time on the computer tonight, but I will be putting up a couple of ads in the hopes that I can find a hole or two to stick my cock in these next few days. Tomorrow I will drive out to see my girlfriend briefly, pick up my old computer, drive back to my work and hopefully pick up my new laptop, then drive to my hotel and check in. By then I should have a bunch of responses to wade through and get in touch with. Tomorrow night my plan is to literally have a blow job delivered to my room. I'm going to order it like room service, but there will be no tip from me when the job is done. I can use the moment to take a break from the work I plan on getting done.
Last night I went to my storage unit to swap out a couple of DVDs and decided to travel the extra few blocks to a porn shop that is nearby. Locking my bike outside, I entered and made my way directly to the arcade. I probably passed six guys, loitering in the dark hallway, but I couldn't tell you which one of them eventually swallowed my load. I stepped into a booth, put a couple dollars in the machine, and then slid my cock through the hole in the wall. A couple minutes passed before someone stepped into the room on the other side but by the time they did, my cock was swollen and ready for action. I heard the distinct sound of a dollar bill acceptor whirring, and then the unmistakable strains of "Man and Woman in Lustful Position #12" shortly after. The hand that grabbed my cock was gentle and the lips that wrapped around it were very skilled. This is one of the things I really like about glory holes: the people on the other side of the hole are usually damn good at what they do, which is sucking anonymous cock. It didn't take long to get me off, and then I simply zipped up, exited the building, got on my bike and rode away. Sex should always be that easy - but it could stand to be a lot more fulfilling.
That's it for now. A few moments on Craigslist and then I'm going to go relax for a while. Kick off my shoes, watch a movie, and not worry about anything...
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coming soon
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Posted:Jan 23, 2013 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2013 6:42 pm 31813 Views
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It's been a cold, rough week for me, and it's not over quite yet. Tomorrow is my Friday though, and I have plans this weekend that do not include hanging out with my girlfriend, at her place. My business has been seriously withering, and on the verge of dying because I have not been working on anything related to it, so I am going to change that starting this weekend. There will be music video editing, adult video remastering and posting, songs writing, and blog posting going on. In between all that, I plan on getting my cock involved in as much action as I possibly can. As long as it doesn't hinder my work, I'll be ready to do dive in.
So look for some good posts, and probably a few pictures, coming this weekend...
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Cold Cocked
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Posted:Jan 22, 2013 8:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2013 8:08 pm 31985 Views
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This morning, I went to get coffee at the place I always go to, five blocks away. I've been going there since I started working at my current day job, and the staff really hasn't changed all that much. I've gotten to know a couple of the wonderful people who make my coffee for me every week, and even asked a couple of them out. They have grown very fond of me, and I of them. When I pay and give them my punch card, it inevitably comes back to me with at least three new decorative holes in it.
There is one particular female that works at the coffee place that I am very attracted to, more so for her attitude and energy than for her physical appearance (although she's very pretty too). When I originally asked her out, a few months ago, she accepted but never called me. Time has passed and I've never asked why she did not. We've seen each other numerous times, and done the customer/barista thing, but there has never been an awkward moment between us. She smiles brightly, laughs, talks to me longer than she should sometimes, and so I've always been left believing there was interest or attraction there. Today I had it confirmed, big time.
We are having a huge sale at work, so this morning when I stopped to get my coffee I told everyone that was there about it. The girl I am very attracted to was seriously flirty, going as far as to reach out and kind of tickle my goatee. Before I left, she gave me a hug, and I asked discreetly if she smoked pot. When she gave the response I had been hoping for I invited her to come see me after she got off work so we could smoke a bowl together. As I walked away I felt certain I would see her.
It was nearly four o'clock before she arrived, but when she did we were thankfully having a bit of a lull. Excusing myself under the pretense of helping her to find something, I made my way to the back room where I grabbed my pipe and bag. Joining her in one of the warehouses, I took her into the furthest back corner and loaded the pipe for us. Two hits later and we were both glassy-eyed and content. Another bowl and a couple more hits later, I found myself sitting right next to the girl I lusted after. We weren't doing a whole lot of talking but I felt really comfortable. Without saying a word, I placed my hand on her thigh after handing her the pipe and lighter. She only paused a brief moment before taking her last hit and handing it back to me.
As I stood up and put the pipe back in my coat pocket the girl astonished me by reaching out and putting her hand right on my crotch. I don't know if she could see that I'd gotten a raging hard on shortly after placing my hand on her thigh, but I know she got a handful of it, and there was a sharp intake of breath right afterwards. The next thing I knew, she was standing and shoving her lips against mine while rubbing my cock with hand. When she squeezed, it was me that took in a quick breath, and then my hands were suddenly alive and exploring as much of her as I could take in. Of course, I'm a tit man, so the first thing I tried to do was get a good look at, and a hand full of, her breasts. She is a mixed race beauty, and her skin was both smooth and soft. Her blouse came open easily, but the bra remained on while I did my best to pull it aside a bit to get at a nipple. She only allowed me a brief look and feel, and then her hand came up to my chest and pushed at it. Without a word she began to sink to her knees, right there in the warehouse, while her hands worked at my zipper. Reaching down, I helped by unbuttoning them, but that was about it. Her cold hands reached down into my pants and with great effort brought the stiff member out into the open.
She did not once put it in her mouth, but she did continue to stroke me for a while. What surprised me, more than anything, was when she lightly took my prick and began smacking herself in the face with it. It's not that I've never had anyone do this before, it's just that she did it and nothing else that intrigues me. Her mouth was open, and she made some wonderful noises with it, but my cock never even brushed her lips. She pulled on me for a while, slapped herself in the face a bit, and eventually someone walking down the stairs to the basement interrupted us. Had we been given more time, I don't know that she would have gone any further. Thinking about it now, I'm sure the threat of disease was a factor in what transpired. She is young enough that I'll be a hand job is nothing to give to a guy she's never even been out on a date with. I really didn't get a chance to ask.
I zipped up, she got up off her knees, and we both made our way out of the warehouse. There was a heartfelt thank you from her, and an equally sincere one from me, and then we agreed that we would see each other tomorrow when I stopped by for coffee. If she doesn't bring up what happened today I won't either, but I'm kind of hoping this is the beginning of something. If she's the kind of cunt that will do that after a couple bowls, I can only imagine what allowing her to be truly comfortable, safe and uninhibited will bring out in her.
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not a paying member
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Posted:Jan 21, 2013 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2013 6:59 pm 32757 Views
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I am not a paying member of Alt, nor will I ever be. This site might have been one I would have supported with my membership fees many years ago, when I first discovered it, but our relationship has since soured. I once had an extremely popular, and often controversial blog here that was deleted, without warning, cause or explanation. Nobody from Alt would talk to me, and I had no recourse, so I simply started up and paid for my own site so that I could keep my own blog safe. You see, they basically destroyed over two years of work, without so much as a word. Thousands of posts, hundreds of pictures, all gone. It's a good thing I always kept a copy of every post I ever put up or I think I'd have tried to kill someone.
I am not a paying member, so I am sorry but I cannot be a part of your friends network. I don't even think I can read your blog posts, or look at the majority of your pictures. Hell, even if you send me a message and attach pictures to that, they are only thumbnail size. I only say this because I have received a few requests lately and been unable to accept them because I am not a paying member. I don't feel like I'm really losing out on anything, and I know damn well I don't have time to be messing around on Alt, so it's just as well my access is limited. I only wanted to put this here so the few of you that have invited me to join one thing or another with you know that I am not refusing out of spite. I'm not really refusing at all, just unable to accept.
There was one such invitation from a gorgeous lady recently that I wish I could have said yes to, just so I could peruse her profile and hopefully get a better look at her stunning bod. That would probably lead to a stiff cock, and that can only lead to trouble...
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blatant discrimination (a tiny rant)
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Posted:Jan 18, 2013 2:25 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 11:15 am 32505 Views
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I am not ashamed to admit that I shop at thrift stores. Even if I had a lot of money to blow I’d probably still look for a bargain, and seek the unique in places like Goodwill, St. Vincent De Paul, Salvation Army, et al. Purchasing donated goods is also a way to recycle that I don’t think most people recognize or give enough consideration to. When you purchase a used t-shirt, cup, or end table you are lowering the demand for new ones to be produced. This post isn’t about recycling, or waste, or anything so important. It is, however, about a form of blatant discrimination that is being perpetrated by one of the biggest thrift store companies in America.
Goodwill Industries probably has a dozen stores in or around the Portland area. They employee handicapped people, help find employable folks jobs, and basically make their living off of the donations of others. They simply resell what they are given, which is a pretty good business plan I suppose. It seems to work well for them and I don’t mind spending my money there. I’m sure both customer and employee theft is a big issue, and I don’t blame the company for taking steps to ensure nothing is stolen from them. What I don’t like is the fact that men seem to be the main focus of these attempts to curb theft. When a man walks in the door of a Goodwill store wearing a backpack, he is told he must relinquish possession of it or he cannot shop there, while women with backpacks and equally large purses are not required to do so. This clearly implies that a man with a backpack is a potential thief, while a woman with one is not. I guess Goodwill doesn’t know the statistics about which gender shoplifts more.
A few days ago I rode to Goodwill on my bike, wearing my backpack as I always do. Many, many bicycle riders shop there, and we all know we are required to give up our personal belongings to someone who cannot and will not guarantee their safety, when we walk in the door. I long ago came to terms with this fact, and decided I would not be a dick about it. When I shop at Goodwill, I simply approach the counter and check in my backpack, before I attempt to do anything else. This is what I was doing a few days ago when a loud, booming voice yelled out, “Sir! I’m going to need you to check your backpack!” For one brief moment I doubted the command could be addressed to me, because at that particular moment I was probably standing less then three feet from the counter where I was required to do check in my bag. I turned toward the voice, and to my disbelief found that the idiot security guard was actually talking to me.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” I asked incredulously.
To his credit, he immediately began to apologize, but I interrupted him and took a moment to let him know how fucked up it felt to be treated like a potential thief the moment I walked in the door, especially considering I was trying to follow their rules and was in fact waiting in line so I could follow said rules. When he opened his mouth to say something else I told him to step the hell away from me, and made a shooing motion with my hand. Without another word he stalked off towards the dressing rooms. Twenty minutes later I would run into a man with a backpack looking through the clothes aisle, a woman with a backpack looking at shoes, and the security guard hanging out in the book section instead of doing his job. I was pretty pissed off, but quickly made my purchase and exited the building.
That men are asked to check in their backpack when they enter the store is not offensive or unreasonable to me. It makes sense, and I understand the reasoning behind it. That women are not asked to do the same thing is clearly discriminatory. If you are worried about theft, are you only worried about males stealing from you? If so, why? Some women carry purses that are bigger, and would hold more, than my backpack but they are allowed to lug it all over the store. Are you telling me a woman would not think of putting something she hadn’t paid for in her huge purse, but any and all men who walk around with a backpack on their back must be just waiting for the right opportunity to do so? The only thing that would make it more blatantly discriminatory at this point would be to say that only Hispanic or Caucasian men have to check their backpacks in when they arrive at Goodwill.
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being hit on?
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Posted:Jan 15, 2013 7:27 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 11:15 am 31581 Views
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I am notoriously bad at telling if a woman is interested in me. The biggest reason for this, I think, is that I am a blunt and honest person who doesn't like to play games, and looking for signals kind of seems like a game. I always figure a woman interested in me will make it known, somehow, and not make me guess. To be honest with you, it hasn't worked so well in the past.
Recently I stated that I would likely start hitting on the female customers that came into my workplace, but I think the tables were turned on me today, and it was I who got hit on. A customer I have seen and helped many times came in to do some shopping today, and as soon as she saw me she abandoned the salesperson she was talking to and approached me. For the next hour we walked around the main sales area, and the warehouse, trying to figure out how to get her the best deal on the items she wanted. During that time together we did a bit of chatting, and she began to ask what seemed like normal questions. At some point she asked me where I lived, and when I told her I was currently looking for a place, she suggested I move in with her. When I did not immediately balk at the idea she finished by telling me that I would of course have to be her boyfriend if I did.
It seemed like a pretty innocent conversation, for the most part. Her invitation to the grand opening of her new store was not out of the ordinary, but her request for my phone number once we'd completed her transaction was. I gave it willingly, but don't necessarily hope she'll call. This is, undoubtedly, a very attractive and sexy woman, but her background/culture would probably not allow for the kind of fun I want to experience. This is a lady who, the first time I met her, was purchasing a female mannequin and insisted that it be clothed before it left the building. It wasn't a joke - she was dead serious and we actually found something to cover it up with. I have a feeling this lovely lady would want a strong commitment at least, before she'd give up her holes, and I am not interested in anything but stuffing my dick in an orifice or two.
When I walked her out to her vehicle, the customer gave me a hug and wished me well. Again, nothing other customers haven't done, so in the end I was left wondering if the boyfriend suggestion was a practical or wishful statement. I'm thinking I'll go to her grand opening and see what transpires. She invited me to enjoy some food with her during the big day, which seemed like a special invitation. Who knows, maybe I'm totally wrong about her and she just needs a man in her life, to treat her like a woman.
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freezing my nuts right off
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Posted:Jan 14, 2013 7:40 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 11:15 am 31580 Views
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It's too fucking cold tonight to do anything, sexual or otherwise. I've already put in a full day of work (ten hours) and eaten dinner, and there are still plenty of hours left in the day/night, but it is so miserable outside I think I'll just sit down and watch a damn movie or something. Right now, I'm huddled under the heater in the receiving area again, using my new computer to post this really quick.
I had a pretty good weekend with my girlfriend, and it was hard saying goodbye to her this morning, but I have to admit I'm kind of liking the freedom/time alone. It's not that she is anything but wonderful to be around, it's just that I get to have things my way - exactly as I want them, exactly when I want them, and so on. It's ironic because this is one of the very same reasons my girlfriend wanted us to no longer live together; so she could be alone and live exactly as she wants to. Of course, I'm still technically homeless, but my sense of well being and optimism remain high. And just as it's too cold out to do anything fun, it is also too cold to go looking for a place to live. Maybe a search on Craigslist, but I'm definitely not riding my bike to view one until it warms up a bit.
The sex this weekend was good, if brief. It was so damn cold (sorry to keep mentioning it) in the apartment we didn't want to stay naked too long. I think there was a fire burning pretty much the whole time, and we did a lot of playing around in front of it. Sunday night I left for a few hours and drove to see a man who was interested in tonguing my ass and swallowing my cock. He had what was essentially a toilet seat on legs set up in his front room, with straight porn playing on a big screen, and invited me to sit and relax while he took care of my cock and asshole. I have never been so deeply tongue fucked before, and I absolutely loved it. He traded off sucking my cock and then jerking me off with a masturbation sleeve while tonguing my asshole. The load I shot was huge, it fucking FLEW across the room, and I cannot wait to see him again. If it weren't so shitty out there I'd probably go tonight!
No action at work today. We were too busy and I didn't see one single moment worth attempting to exploit. My lesbian boss did walk by me, while I was standing in the office of my manager, and run her hand along my stomach. It lingered there just a bit too long... so later in the day I returned the favor. It felt good to touch her hip, I let my hand drag along a few extra seconds, and I can only hope she continues to send signals. I want to see the tits she's always squeezing through her shirt and talking about and I want to feel her mouth on my cock. I can't even imagine what sliding my prick in her pussy would do to her. She hasn't had a real cock, she's told me, in over thirty years.
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