Tuesday Toots

An interesting day, a friend's dog was put down, my mother went into the hospital and I am seeing life in black and white. There are no more maybes or shades of grey. The release I'm feeling has a lot to do with the matters I posted yesterday, it is surprising how much stress there is in a bad relationship.
Even better is the fact that the world seems to be holding more beauty than it did two days ago. How is that possible? Have my eyes been closed to the men around me or is the world a nicer place because of the Moon/Mars conjunction? I won't slow you down any more. Have a great time leering at the fotos I've distilled from many Internet sites.I'd bury myself in those pits for the night.

Carlos Freire. Almost too much.

Piss. Pure enjoyment.

Frank Fanucchi. I may stop giving you a daily shot of Frank, I need to move on.

Wouldn't you like the challenge of making that hard?

A nest of balls that invite worship.

Sorry about the arms, otherwise this might be the perfect butt.

Tonight's gallery, butts in B/W.

Manic Monday

Manic Monday. Haven't done much to be proud of today, just one thing. I stood up to the one that has been taking advantage of me for twelve years. I know that sounds rather sick, but I have always felt that each part of a partnership would get different satisfaction from the partnership and wasn't too worried about being taken for a ride until I was no longer getting any satisfaction. What will happen next? Who knows? I know that it is time for me to move on. One of the ways I'm going to do that is by starting to look for a man that can fill the gaps in my life. Generally speaking I'm happy with what I do and who I am so no I'm not looking for someone to make me happy or satisfied, maybe sated. Where I'm going to start looking I do not know. For the most part the bars and social scenes have never been the arena where I've found men; now that I'm not working my usual hunting ground is closed off to me. If you have any suggestions let me know.

Tonight I thought I'd double the work and give you two sets of Pits, pecs, piss, dick, balls and butt. The first is all Frank No surprise there is there, I seem to go back to him every time I think about setting off on a new course. Believe me, I know he and I will never move in the same circles. Nor will he succumb to the enticements I've printed here in the past.

Frank, what a waste. I would be more than happy to kneel at your feet and take that stream in my mouth or down my chest or in my crotch and ecstatically allow you to piss on my asshole.

Since I asked for your help in moving on I guess I should give you some guidance on the type of man I want.

Non-pale

5"9'-10'

6' to 7's

Not too thick.

Sociable

Well read or educated

Active

Philanthropic

Sexually dominate, liking bj's, ass and piss play, but not sadism.

Thinnish

Good looking, great would be okay but not necessary.

No snoring.

Drinking, okay.

Smoking, okay.

Drugs, no good. (grass negotiable)

Talkative, I'm not.

Etcetera

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.