1. Some well-intentioned soul on the Internet signed up for a significant number of online hookup sites using one of my gmail accounts. The problem is that all of these sites appear to be dedicated to the procurement of opposite-gender action:
While I certainly appreciate anyone's efforts to get me laid, I have to say that a) I'm really doing ok without any assistance, and b) women are wonderful creatures, but I don't want to stick my cock in any of them. In fact, if we're taking the I in MILF literally, there are, in fact no mothers that I'd like to fuck.
Also, some of the many replies I've seen (who knew I was so popular with the ladies) seem a little unclear on the concept. It is certainly possible to be a mother at age 21, and it's certainly possible to be attractive at age 21, but a 21-year-old just doesn't qualify as a MILF.
2. I took yesterday afternoon off, and I had expected to have a nice long session with a relatively new FWP, but he never got back to me, and then I got a message from someone on line who was both from Virginia and a top. I explained that I am myself a top and that it is not particularly easy to get to me from Woodbridge or Leesburg or wherever, but he said that he wanted to come over, and I liked his pictures, so why not?
A little over two hours (!) later he showed up at my place, complaining about the traffic, the inadequacy of air conditioning, and the speed with which I began kissing him. After a couple of minutes, I got him calmed down, upstairs, and undressed, but he kept saying, "Suck my cock," as if I were the sort of person who responds well to commands. At the same time, he was showing no interest in my cock and decreasing interest in making out. Also, when I sucked his nipples and played with his cock, he got really close to ejaculation really quickly. After about the third go-round of his telling me to go down on him, I just stroked him a little bit faster, and he came. Spectacularly. With convulsions and a healthy load. I grabbed a towel and wiped him off, and then he quickly got back into his clothes and headed back into traffic, making some sort of vague reference to playing another time, but: as if. He was in the house for no more than ten minutes, and he probably spent at least 3.5 hours on the road. I'm sure he was disappointed, but hey: a) read my profile, b) pay attention to what I tell you when we're chatting online, and c) don't be a cray-zee Northern Virginian. It can't be that hard to find a bj in Leesburg.
The Week That Was
10 months ago