Dildo or Man – and You a T-shirt, What’s Your Pleasure?

No, I’m not going to just give you dick and get you off – masturbation equipment. Why reduce our expectations all the way down to mere matters of friction? I can jack off into my t-shirt and not feel weird after – how absurd it would be to use an entire human being as a cum rage.

You don’t know it yet, but you’ll feel weird to. Maybe you won’t be able to explain, but some part of you will know that you just used a whole man and all his years of living – and all those who have become a part of him, as a dildo for masturbation. And it will get you off as good dildo would – as a good dildo should have. As my t-shirt is about to.

Does there have to be love? Does it have to be serious and complicated? Do we have to be romantic? Not necessarily,  but we’ve got to be more than t-shirts and dildos. The price is high to use a whole life just for getting off – what risk will you wager for the pleasure?


Nope, we don’t have to have love or romance; you can have me for a dark secret and a sin or two.

You will pay in full. No t-shirt has ever seen half the results you’ve come looking for.

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10 things I’ve learnt from being a slut

I found this post particularly true and insightful. Check out the author’s blog, Innocence Lost And Found, for many more honest, intelligent, fascinating posts and true accounts of the blogger’s life.

Innocence Lost And Found, spares no intimate details – explicit while meaningful, addicting, daring, shocking, wise, nasty and classy.
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1. If they like you, they will show it. If they don’t, they won’t.

If he wants to see you, he will see you.  If he likes you, he will message and definitely respond to your messages.  If he finds you attractive, he will make a move.  If he’s not into you, if he’s over you, if he’s turned off for whatever reason, he will show it.  As hard as that is to accept of someone you may like, stop making excuses and stop trying to retrace your steps to find what you did wrong – you can’t say the wrong thing to the right person.  (This applies equally for men and women – my experience on the receiving side has been with men, of course, but I know damn well what it’s like having an unattractive guy interested in me.  You don’t just “forget” to reply to someone you are interested in).


2. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.

Spanking, threesomes, facials…these are just three of the many things that used to sound uninteresting or repulsive to me until I tried them and became a total convert.  Give it a try before you dismiss it completely – and definitely before you judge anyone else for doing it.


3. You can probably have any man you want – it may just be for the night, though.

I have been with many drop dead gorgeous men in my time – all way above my league, by the way.  This has actually been detrimental to my search for a companion, because now I can’t settle for average-looking guys anymore.  Of course, not all of these adventures have led to love or commitment, but at the very least they’ve given me a wild night and a good story.  In fact, I can’t think of a single example where I haven’t easily gotten a guy I wanted.  As a woman I have so many ways to raise my league – hair, makeup, cleavage, clothes – and I use them all for the chance to touch a beautiful man.


4. You don’t need to cum to have great sex.

Of course, being with someone who is willing and able to make you orgasm is great, but it’s nothing I can’t do myself.  Give me non-orgasmic, wild, rough sex with a gorgeous man over multiple orgasms with a skilled guy with a dad bod any day.  For me, sex is about the privilege of enjoying the body of someone I find attractive, and watching them take pleasure in me.  The sense of satisfaction and achievement gained from looking at a cum-drained and panting Adonis and thinking “I did that” is up there with the best feelings in the world.  Besides, if I want to cum, I can do it myself – quickly and efficiently – any time I want.

5. Chemistry is king, the rest is bonus.

I’ve been pursued by men who are billionaires, men who are kind and good, men doing interesting things and would definitely be good matches for me on paper.  And I’ve tried to give them a chance, but I’ve realized that I’ll never be someone who can “grow” to be attracted to someone.  Either your hotness gives me an asthma attack every time I see you, or I want to cry when you lean in to kiss me and vomit at the thought of touching you.  If we can cross that hurdle, then I can start considering all the “important” stuff, like character and bank balance.

6. Porn has way too strong an influence.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m into anal, deep throat and facials as much as the next guy, but men are ridiculously impressionable.  And many of the things that they believe to be normal sexual practice have been drip fed into their brains by porn and become more assimilated into their systems with every wank.  To the point where they get impatient and think it’s your fault if you don’t cum within five minutes of the acrobatics they’ve been led to believe is the way to a woman’s pleasure centre.  The clit is just an afterthought to hit up with a token rub every now and then.  Don’t get me wrong, I love all of it.  But if really want to make me cum, it’s as simple as a few minutes of gentle and consistent clit-stroking, without switching it up with all kinds of bells and whistles like a vaginal DJ.  It may not be entertaining for you, but that’s what it takes.

7. There’s no reigniting the spark.

Sometimes it’s a gradual thing – years of banality or irritating behaviour grinds your passion to nothing.  Sometimes it’s a one-off beat-boxing display or equally embarrassing act that turns you off.  Sometimes you realize something about them, such as a tea-like body odour or resemblance to David Walliams from which, once noticed, there’s no coming back.  But once that sexual spark is gone, the relationship is beyond repair – no matter how hot he is.

8. Every man thinks his dick is big.

Women are generally pretty aware of their flaws.  And even if it doesn’t stop us from having a good time in bed or showing off our bodies, it’s not something we would necessarily draw attention to.  I have yet to meet the man who isn’t proud of his dick.  Sometimes I see a dick so small that I can’t hide the disappointment, but I genuinely believe they interpret my expression as one of intimidation at the mightiness of their powerful member.  Guys, if your cock really is big, she’ll probably comment on it.  If she doesn’t say anything, be grateful for her politeness and check your ego.

9. In bed, kindness is more important than honesty.

Having been a victim of dishonesty from men, I cannot emphasize enough how much I value honesty and how vital it is to any meaningful relationship.  But that doesn’t mean you have to spew a gush of word vomit when it comes to your sex life.  Men like to think they are open-minded and may ask lots of questions about your experience and fantasies.  At the time it may be a turn on for them to hear you talking dirty.  Be very careful about how much you choose to share though.  Chances are their fragile egos won’t be able to deal with it and they will become obsessed to the point where it changes their opinion of you.  Keep some of it back for your friends and blog.  Also, just like “do I look fat in this?” is a loaded question, so is “is my dick big?”.  They don’t want to hear the truth.  Just say yes.

10. Size matters.

It just does.  And bigger is better – psychologically and physically.  Life is unfair.

Innocence Lost And Found

  1. If they like you, they will show it. If they don’t, they won’t.

If he wants to see you, he will see you.  If he likes you, he will message and definitely respond to your messages.  If he finds you attractive, he will make a move.  If he’s not into you, if he’s over you, if he’s turned off for whatever reason, he will show it.  As hard as that is to accept of someone you may like, stop making excuses and stop trying to retrace your steps to find what you did wrong – you can’t say the wrong thing to the right person.  (This applies equally for men and women – my experience on the receiving side has been with men, of course, but I know damn well what it’s like having an unattractive guy interested in me.  You don’t just “forget” to reply to someone you are…

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Dear Tinder, it is not you, it’s me. Here is why I am leaving you.

Dear Tinder,

I wish I had a deep, meaningful explanation to give you, but the truth is harshly simplistic.

I don’t want to catch diseases from women sleeping with tons of dudes they meet on tinder, and I don’t like to use condoms, I hate them.

PLEASE LISTEN EVERYBODY – I am not saying people should not use condoms, I think they should be used when strangers fuck strangers. I am saying I hate them, and would rather not have sex than use them. I am not advocating that anyone have unprotected sex.

Besides, what the hell, dating sites use to have normal people, now it’s fine to have a drink somewhere then go fuck? Or just a dinner, then  go fuck? Or, the last time, calamari and a glass of wine, then to her house? What in the freaking hell is wrong with the world, when the world is making even me look like a prude?

 

Payton 2nd Interview: Almost too Bad for Posting. Holy shit.

I had planned on posting this last night after the interview, as you shall see, certain factors got in the way.

If you want to read this – you probably should do so now – as I may decide to take it down.

Here is interview #1 that you’ll want to read first if you haven’t:

 

Trigger warning: mature, reality content. Questionable morality. Burn-in-hell behavior.


context: (It’s about 8:35pm Saturday evening, thanksgiving weekend. Payton brought Jill with her – who I met at the bar where I met Payton before the first interview. I have a roaring fire going in the stone fireplace on my back patio, and my back doors open so we can see fire while we do this. Payton & Jill were about an hour late – apparently they had some drinks and girl talk to have on the way.

Sinner: Wow, two for one, I’m honored, thank you for doing this.

Payton: You’re welcome, our pleasure, the fire is a nice touch.

Sinner: It’s a little warm for it, but I’m pretending there is winter here.

Payton: It’s nice. Jill, do you wish to speak?

Jill: Hey there whoever you should be, I’m at a concert right now, shhhhh. Yes, fire is nice, nice to meet you Duncan. (yea I know we met the other night but I was a tiny bit tipsy , doesn’t really count)

Sinner Saint Fireplace

Okay, it was not as “roaring”at this time but

Payton: Tiny bit? Hon, you want to see your texts? you were so gone. It’s okay, you were hurting #noguilt

Sinner: You are at concert right now, what?

Jill: Yes, I’m bad & told a white lie, didn’t now how to explain to husband about going to do an interview at a man’s house who I met at a bar he didn’t now I was at — just easier to be at a concert.

Sinner: I see, it’s’ too bad you feel you can’t tell him the truth. Are you sure it’s okay – no hurt feelings at all if you want to call this off to be safe.

Jill: No, it’s fine, I would have lied anyway to go out with Payton anyway, so don’t worry it’s’ not your fault, I’m a bad girl all on my own.

Sinner: Well you both are looking hot & ready for the town, no doubt.

Payton: Thanks, we try.

Description of them (they can’t see this): Payton is wearing some tight designer jeans and a black “frilly” like blouse. Her hair is teased up above her head somehow and her her first two buttons are not buttoned, it’s a cleavage apocalypses around here. Jill’s wearing a black dress like one piece thing, form fitting, her boobs slapping my space in the face. It doesn’t look sleazy, but her dress is just a bit too slinky to conceal her bra strap. Both are glistening a bit – glossed in makeup. They look really good, could be trouble. I knew I should have jacked off earlier, but decided I might be more bold and make the interview more interesting if I didn’t. Looking like a bad decision. Having been 100% single for a bit now, my libido is unruly if not unpredictable.

Sinner: Okay, I announced this interview earlier four questions were submitted by readers, so let’s get the most offensive ones out of the way so you can storm out now if you’re gong to.

Question 1: “Ask them if they have ever done anything sexual together and ask if they will kiss with tongue so you can see?

Payton: Not that I wouldn’t if I was into that sort of thing because look at her she is freaking gorgeous but no, we like boys.

Jill: yuuuu are the gorgeous one sister, but what said we are strictly dickly. You’ll have to ask her about the kiss part I am fine doing ti.

Payton: I’ll do it bring it on over here, waz up.

Description: Jill gets up and walks around to other side of dining room table where Payton is sitting close to me on my right. I’m at the head of the table, overseer position. Jill throws her arm around Payton who remains seated and I have a perfect view as Jill dives down and plants her lips against Payton’s. They are gratuitous with their tongues, making sure I see. I’m impressed with their commitment to the task, I’m swelling up a little by the time they disengage after about a minute. Fuck me, this is going to be a very long or very short interview I’m thinking. Payton jokes and announces she thinks she might have had an orgasm. I’m starting to figure out that my readers come up with a lot better questions than I do. (thank you question submitter #1, you get a prize.)

Sinner: No shit, I think I might have had an orgasm too, that was way too hot, shame on you both, how dare you.

Jill: I thought it was quite nice, too much?

Sinner: hell no, I mean, I think you answered the reader’s question very well, thank you. Speaking of too much, here is the next reader question:

Jill has finished her drink (screw driver) and I ask her if she wants another while making her assure me she’s not going to have to drive. Payton’s drinking – slower – thankfully as she’s driving. That said, the little per-party they had was clearly effective.

Sinner: Okay, don”t be mad – I’m just the messenger, here is the next reader submitted question: “What is the worst thing they have ever done sexually like their sluttiest moment ever?”

Payton: Oh my, oh that is an awful question, who is this reader, can we talk too them.

Jill: Yes, hers is probably not bad at all, mine is really bad. Can we skip a question if we don’t want to answer? I don”t want to be a spoiled sport but I don’t know this one is bad.

Sinner: I appreciate how difficult of question this is; however, if you pick and choose what to answer, it lets down my readers and ruins the interview. That said, i understand if you wish to discontinue the interview and there will be no hurt feelings if you wish to stop.

I see they need a moment to process the question (holy shit good job question #2 submitter, you killed it) so I go use the rest room while they decide.When I get back Payton has responded with the following.

Peyton: Okay we’ll answer.

Sinner: You both are awesome, thank you – most everybody’s done something “bad,” at some point, have fun, no worries. So, I’ll let you answer and go make a drink.

I go into kitchen to shake a martini, and try to take my time until it sounds like they are done. It seems to take them a while, what the hell could their answers be? When I hear Payton yell “okay, we answered,” I return to the table.

Payton: I am very much straight and only into men now, but I had an affair with a friend, a girlfriend, while in college. It only lasted a few weeks and I was dating my ex husband at the time. I’ve only told one other person about this and never told him. This is hard, okay, I fell head over heels and she broke my heart. It was a strange time, I am not into that but something about her it devastated me.

As I read Payton’s answer, it is silent for the first time since they arrived. Her answer is unexpected – very brave of her to come forth with this. I feel bad for her, I must cheer her up – make her feel okay.

Jill: Mine is really bad and it is so not like me ask P, I’m a professional prude. but on my high school senior trip in Mazatlan I was drunk and had gone through a bad breakup with my HS bf and I one night i got with three guys. at the same time all of them had sex with me in their hotel room. I met them the same night and never saw them again.

It is still silent as I finish reading, fuck, I must say something to make everyone feel okay.

Sinner: Thank you both for your honesty, I thought it was something much worse by how quiet you all were – I’ve heard of much worse – hell, my sister used to have me show her friends my dick in junior high, we all have shit.

Why the hell did I just say that, fuck, I want to real that back in.

Jill: It actually feels sort of good to get that off my chest, thank whoever asked the question for me.

Sinner: For sure, they’ve got life time free anything I publish for the diary. And, you probably think a guy asked that, you’d be wrong.

Sinner to Payton: I’m sorry you had your heart broken. Have you been with another female since?

Sinner to Jill: Is it a traumatic memory – or was it rape or anything like that with the three guys?

Payton: God no, like I said I am not into that. If fact, kissing Jill here was the first time I have kissed a girl since.

Jill: No, it was consensual but cannot say I remember it very well.

Sinner: Really, you don’t remember three men at once very well? Do you have hot memories of it? Do you remember if you came?

Jill: Well I was drunk and it was fifteen years ago, I mean I remember it sort of i’m sure i probably came.

Sinner: you don’t remember if you had an orgasm while three guys were fucking you?

Jill: screw you, fine, yes i am pretty sure i did.

(the second half of this interview gets much much worse from here. I have decided to post thee first half and see how offended people are before posting the rest.)

Cheating XI: How Not to Sleep With Married People

If you have read a bit of this blog, you probably know that I’ve accidentally hooked up with a few married people. Shut-up – don’t clear your throat – how rude.

In this episode of our cheating series, I wish to share my experience in order to help not sleep with the wrong married people, if you every accidentally do.

If you have been reading the Sinner Saint Diary for a while, you may have noticed that there are not a lot of re-occurring roles, for the married women I have written about. There’s a reason why this doesn’t happen, I’ve gotten my heart broken and learned a few lessons.

Not to not sleep with 1: Don’t sleep with a married person if they aren’t separated or at least wrapping up a divorce. If you do, make it a one time event: don’t date them or make it a routine. And for God’s sake, don’t fall in love with them.

Yes, I know, you have no interested nor intention of falling in love with a married person – I’ve been there too; funny thing about nature, when people fuck regularly, love happens.

But, it’s different with this person you’ve been seeing, right? Perhaps because…

“They don’t even love their (husband/wife), they just can’t leave yet because (insert reason here – financial, kids, spouse is sick, weather is bad, etc)

“They have not slept with their spouse in years, it is basically a roommate situation…”

“We knew it from the moment we met, we are soul mates and we are meant to be, their marriage is just a temporary obstacle on our road to true love bliss…”

These reasons are compelling, I know because I have bought in to them too. I could have saved some heartache had I known: if a person is ready, able and open –  to giving their heart to you or anyone other than their spouse, they would be gone or in the process of leaving.

Maybe they love you, but if they are not determined to end their marriage, there is likely a reason why – and the same reason will prevent their feelings from outlasting the initial infatuation.

BUT: Should you accidentally sleep with them once, good chance it will be really really great! Unless, they stray from their marriage often – which brings us to the next type of married person not to sleep with.

“But, they have an open marriage, sort of, so what’s the harm? They’re just looking for sex and so am I.”

Who to Not to sleep with 2: Are you looking for a disease? Or, shallow encounters that make you feel like you just used a human being as a masturbation device? or, them you?

If the person and their spouse are both into polyamory or whatever the fuck, perhaps it is better – but then it’s not really cheating; however, if the person is cheating with a variety of people, behind their spouses back, is that what you are looking for? someone dishonest, cheap and unavailable?

reader: Fuck this blog! Like I really need more negativity or lectures about things I shouldn’t be doing. #not, #overit, #lickmeDontpreachme

I think I will unfollow — this bullshit is bringing me down!

Hold on a damn second, I’m not finished, so calm the fuck down. And keep reading.

… Are we calm?

Um, Why are you touching yourself there?

Okay, where was I? Yes, was getting to the “how to not sleep with the right married people section,” happy?

Who is better to not sleep with: The Beluga of married persons to hookup with, are those undergoing a temporary separation: You’ve probably heard me comment on this before – for good reason, there’s only one reason for the “temporary separation” … actually there are two – and both are good news for you:

1. The married person wants to fuck someone else (you) so bad, they incurred the expense and went through the drama to  move out of their damn home.

2. They were not getting any “on the side” before the separation, and won’t be getting any when the separations ends – or else they would not have to move out to “separate.” 

For anyone fooling themselves, who thinks a temporary separation is not so the married person can screw their brains out for a short time without having to account for it, you must be the spouse of one, and it’s better you know the truth.

There is the same danger of falling in love with the separated married person – don’t do it. They are probably even less likely to leave their marriage for you. They’ll rock your world and wreck you – all in a few months time – and by the time you come back to, they’ll be back with their spouse and all but forgotten you.

It is one of those laws of marital nature, if they go through all the trouble of a temporary separation, they are strongly committed. And, they are doing it because they want to fuck, Period!

They will never admit it and will likely take what you do with them to their grave, while their spouse thinks they were reading self help books and focusing on “getting healthy.” 

And now for the very worst and very best married person you should not sleep with…

Worst person to not sleep with: While you avoid sleeping with married people, avoid double the married person who’s been living on their own for any significant amount of time and no divorce papers have been signed.

This situation comes with the most risk and the least reward. There is some reason why divorce still has not happened; it must be a strong reason, or it would have!- How many happy, safe reasons can you think of – as to why a person would live alone for a long time without divorce?

Exactly, it’s creepy. Besides, they’ve had their freedom for a while, and getting a slice is no big thing; they have already been through their fucking-like-a-rabid-teenage-Rabbit-phase.

Perhaps they want your help to extricate them from their abusive husband Guido? or, their borderline psycho wife Haterknifeloveress, how happy would that fun be?

Very Best Person to not ever sleep with: We will end up on an up note and talk about the very best married person to accidentally sleep with…

But first!

I just remembered…

Another consideration: This is a caveat to the best option: While the penultimate accident to fall upon, can be with a person who’s ink is still fresh on the divorce papers – if they were not in favor of ending their marriage, especially if they were cheated on, prepare for tears in place or orgasms.

Why you ask?

Think back to relationships you have ended and those who have ended you. Were you not over the one’s you ended much faster? And, when you’ve been let go, did it not sort of make you want them even more? Their mind will be on them and they don’t want to fuck, if they do it’s stick it to their ex.

But with the non-jilted spouse who just wants out…

Did you ever go to disneyland as a child? Remember the anticipation in the car when the first ride had been spotted? Or, remember what the last hour of class before summer vacation used to feel like – how it seemed to last an eternity? All the energy you felt – perhaps a fog of euphoria – when you  broke free and the limitlessness and freedom of summer began?

Fair enough, you might get the dirtier sex from the separated spouse or the one trapped for life in a sexless marriage. But, you and the the almost unchained, will have hopeful, laughing sex.. and they will soon be available if you accidentally fall head over heals.


Cheating Series:

Cheating: Issues, Questions & Implications of shifting attitudes towards marital infidelity.
Cheating Part II: How much flirtation is healthy and when does it become infidelity?
Cheating III: Sex in Head, Mental Infidelity
Cheating IV: Anatomy of Infidelity
Cheating Part V: Loopholes, Free Zones and Grey Areas.
Cheating VII: Time Warp Infidelity – Sex After or Before the Relationship?
Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship
Cheating 8: Is it Really Sex or affection we Want or is Cheating a Settlement?
Cheating 9: Considering Special Features in Defense of Sexual Infidelity
Cheating 10: Looking for a bit of fun before spilling the beans
Cheating XI: How Not to Sleep With Married People

Close friendships with someone of the opposite sex – if you don’t fuck them you’ll lose their heart to someone who does.

Happy thesis, right?

I wish it wasn’t so, but if your best friend is the opposite sex don’t kid yourself, unless you are fucking them, they’ll have a new best friend as soon as someone else is.

Which is how it should be –  probably, we should be best friends with our significant others.

Even if you and your once best friend aren’t fucking, so being best friends is no longer practical,  it’s not so bad, you can at least be good, close friends, right?

Wrong.

You might send them a Christmas card, text them a painful “hello, hope you are well”  now and then…

It’s no revelation, we’ve been debating forever, whether guys and girls can be friends, but how often are we honest about the answer to this question?

The honest answer is that men and women can only be friends, independent of significant others, if they are fucking.  And that’s just a maybe. Most of us would probably have a few more active, rewarding friendships if this law-of-nature weren’t in place.

Before you light up my comments with disagreement, let’s  acknowledge the obvious solution: become friends with their lover, and them with yours, and as couples you can have some meaningful friendship experiences – discussions –  with this friend of the opposite sex.

But, you won’t be up late confiding one-on-one, won’t be sharing things nobody else knows, won’t be forging any packs or plans, won’t  be friends independent of the significant others.

I submit to you – the world’s congress of common sense, a proposal, to resolve the question once and for all.

Can a straight man and woman share a close, platonic friendship?

Hell no!

But, if that won’t do, how about this:

Men and women can be close friends,  if neither of them have a significant other,  [OR], they occasionally fuck each other’s brains out, and have done so prior to meeting their significant others.

which happens, never.

which means that,

Men and women cannot be friends.

I see some of you ….

You are scowling, smirking, disgusted that I make such an obtuse, sexist claim.

Bring it! I’m scowling back! Give me one exception? I challenge anyone to submit a single, verifiable instance of a close, long term friendship between a straight man and women, who don’t fuck, and each have significant others.

Whispers to readers: they won’t find one, it doesn’t exist  – is not possible – but, let’s drink wine and watch as they scour.

Now, if we can just settle the nonsense, get over it, and talk about the interesting parts…

Did we all miss the huge, fat, [“FUCKING“] clause of said, proposed resolution?

Let’s talk about that!

 

Top Ten Sex Questions I would ask Me if I was a female blogger interviewing Me.

  1. Who is the this famous person(s) you said you hooked up with?
  2. Where is proof of this big cock that is frequently mentioned in your stories? Photos or it didn’t happen.
  3. Are you independently wealthy – did your family have money, or how have you afforded your “playboy” lifestyle?
  4. Are you really a short, ugly, math geek with a small dick and a gigantic imagination?
  5. With all of this fucking, what diseases have you contracted?
  6. Describe the singularly most arousing experience you’ve ever had?
  7. What’s the most shameful, shocking, kinky, offensive, reprobate thing you’ve ever done sexually?
  8. Do you want to have sex with any of your readers? Who? Or, if not a specific person, describe the type of reader you want to hookup with?
  9. Are you fourteen years old? otherwise, why are you so obsessed with seeing boobs and such? (you ask to see in most every interview)
  10. Do you ever “drop the ball?” Do you really perform like you say? If so, what is it you think makes you so effective? Can you prove all this? How?

 

 

So many things I could be doing this Friday night, productive or naughty, why have I not invested in a magic eight ball by now? Do they still exist? Horny. Lonely.

So, in the meantime – until I make a decision, I will continue my attempts to bond with you bloggers and readers out there. If you think of all the amazing and talented people that show up around these parts – the possibilities are limitless.

Any effort to communicate and reach out to you all, comes with an inherent possibility of meeting someone or learning something that might profoundly change the course of life, be the key, make all the difference in the world.

There’s a powerful undercurrent of subtext and metaversations happening – even a blog like mine – where for my part I play notes in the more racy and sexual octaves, there’s so much more being discussed: we all know it or we wouldn’t do it.

So, the teacher texted and is going out with the “girls.” Translated, that means she’s got a good excuse to be out late, away from her husband, and can come by and mess around with me.

Or, I could work on the math for a new algorithm I’ve been experimenting with.

I could work on finishing up the next Sinner Saint Diary Volume, or finish up the “Weekend in College,” or “Vegas Trip,” series I’ve been posting.

Or, I might put on a suit and get an Uber – take myself out to dinner.

One thing I won’t do is jack off while trying to decide: ten years ago I might have. Now I know better than to release at the top of the night, what’s left of the motivation and inspiration,  what my week hasn’t already consumed,

I do need to do something with the sexual energy – If I cannot apply it all to creating and fucking, I’ll donate what’s left before I go to bed