Sunday yearnngs

I don't understand myself. Sunday afternoons since many years back have been the most difficult for me to be alone. For some unknown reason I begin to obsess about particular men or particular acts or like today on body parts. I hope you enjoy my obsession as much as I did.




















Just part of what I'd like to be enjoying tonight.

Twinges on Tuesday

I already told you about going out over the weekend, but I couldn't tell what felt wrong. Tonight sitting around at a meeting I realized that I missed the look of men in denim, especially tight revealing denim. With that said, here are a few fotos to help fill that void.Pits. We can argue all night whether he should be labeled, pecs, abs or pubes.
Pecs. Again one label doesn't do him justice.

Just drop them okay?

Smooth abs.

A commando style piss.

Frank Fanucchi. A twink trying to be a tough.

A man size mug of piss.

Dick. Too much for me.

Enough balls for dinner.

Jeremy. Wow!

Warmed and ready.

On your knees and lick them.

Saturday's mistake

Last night the BFF gave me a booty call too late. I was irritated and felt taken for granted. So what did I do? I was a bit of a bitch and refused to answer the phone. It rang again and again. I knew it would be him and knew what he wanted. It was the same thing that I craved, so I guess I was cutting my nose to spite my face? What I didn't want was for him to show up, lay down and fall to sleep. I don't sleep well when he stays over, too many years sleeping alone I guess. Anyway I didn't see him and didn't get what I wanted and needed. I can see that whatever relationship we have is not going to last too much longer. Not a big loss. I imagine I will have a harder time finding someone else than he will, but life is strange sometimes.

Pits. Fresh, open and lickable.

Pecs. Hairless nipples to tongue and suckle. Navel wouldn't be bad either.

Piss. I would like to kneel at his feet and accept his offering.

Frank. The nastiest foto of Frank that I have. Not only would I like to be drinking that piss, I would also like to be licking and sucking on those balls.

Dick. Straight, proud and waiting. He's waiting for one of us.

Balls. Nestled nicely, warmly waiting.

Butt. An arty ass.

Just a reminder of one of those things that I missed last night. BFF was carrying a lot of beer he wanted to recycle. Buzzed, he enjoys the use of me as his piss boy more than he does completely sober. I should say he is also a better pisser when he is buzzed so I enjoy it more too, I don't need to be buzzed to do that.