6/27/2008
6/26/2008
HNT
God, it's Thursday again already? They really do sneak up on you. Let me see, what have I already shot?
6/24/2008
I'm popular!
Tuesday: Found my new favorite bar and became sexually aroused while watching the bartenders make some of the best damn cocktails I've ever had in my life. Men who work with their hands turn me on. Men who use those hands to make me drinks turn me on even more. N. and I chatted about sex and kink and poly-relationships. She noticed the girls next to us kept looking our way, listening in. I turned to N. and half-shouted "So are you going to that orgy tonight?!"
Wednesday: Had a good talk with Ben and I think we've got the fuck-buddy thing established. We're just not working as a "boyfriend / girlfriend". I dig him immensely, but I'm just not in love with him. It's just not there and it's not there for him either. But neither of us wants to part ways completely. I love his penis and the acrobatic things he can do with it and I'm pretty sure I rock his world in a variety of ways. He also makes a fantastic brunch. He said, "I've never had a friend I had sex with." "Well, now you do," I said. We went back to my place and fucked on it.
Thursday: Picture Ed Harris in "Pollock" with a smidge of Sting (tantric Sting). He asked me to pack a bag of my favorite toys, but I had not had a great deal of sleep the night before, so I just threw a flogger, a couple of dildos and my Hitachi into my WNYC messenger bag and headed off to work. It was a very, very long day of work. I had some time to kill before meeting him at the bar so I figured I'd hit Purple Passion on the way there. I bought some leather cuffs, a paddle and some bandaging tape. The toys went unused, but I still left with stubble burns everywhere, cock on my breath and a very, very drippy pussy.
Friday: Birthday party for an old college friend. Nothing particularly sexy happened, but it was in a fantastic spot. Well, I did spot a group of firemen in kilts congregating under the High Line. Have I mentioned my new fantasy is to get fucked on the High Line? That now includes getting fucked by a group of firemen in kilts on the High Line.
Saturday: Checked out the Mermaid Parade with Lynsey. After the last of the painted boobs made it's way down towards the Cyclone we headed back to the city to Splash for LPN. Sexy people in leather + gin and tonics = well...
Sunday: Slept. Got McDonald's, fell asleep watching the French Grand Prix, did laundry, slept.
Wednesday: Had a good talk with Ben and I think we've got the fuck-buddy thing established. We're just not working as a "boyfriend / girlfriend". I dig him immensely, but I'm just not in love with him. It's just not there and it's not there for him either. But neither of us wants to part ways completely. I love his penis and the acrobatic things he can do with it and I'm pretty sure I rock his world in a variety of ways. He also makes a fantastic brunch. He said, "I've never had a friend I had sex with." "Well, now you do," I said. We went back to my place and fucked on it.
Thursday: Picture Ed Harris in "Pollock" with a smidge of Sting (tantric Sting). He asked me to pack a bag of my favorite toys, but I had not had a great deal of sleep the night before, so I just threw a flogger, a couple of dildos and my Hitachi into my WNYC messenger bag and headed off to work. It was a very, very long day of work. I had some time to kill before meeting him at the bar so I figured I'd hit Purple Passion on the way there. I bought some leather cuffs, a paddle and some bandaging tape. The toys went unused, but I still left with stubble burns everywhere, cock on my breath and a very, very drippy pussy.
Friday: Birthday party for an old college friend. Nothing particularly sexy happened, but it was in a fantastic spot. Well, I did spot a group of firemen in kilts congregating under the High Line. Have I mentioned my new fantasy is to get fucked on the High Line? That now includes getting fucked by a group of firemen in kilts on the High Line.
Saturday: Checked out the Mermaid Parade with Lynsey. After the last of the painted boobs made it's way down towards the Cyclone we headed back to the city to Splash for LPN. Sexy people in leather + gin and tonics = well...
Sunday: Slept. Got McDonald's, fell asleep watching the French Grand Prix, did laundry, slept.
6/19/2008
6/16/2008
This one's for all the ladies in the house
Always remember to pee after getting fucked. Or perhaps after spontaneously attempting to fist yourself. But fellas, don't you worry because my pH is all kinds of balanced out now. Sexy!
6/12/2008
People I like
For the sexiest stick figures you'll ever see, check out friend Lynsey. She's got her tongue comfortably planted in her cheek and probably someplace else, too. Just e-mail her at sticksy@mac.com
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