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

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First Half of Interview with Ashley from Tinder – her ex – boobs – sex – and more

Tinder Ashley Interview

I was on Tinder while out by myself having sushi for dinner last night, and she agreed to come over and have a few drinks and do an interview.

We’ve had about an hour to make each other’s acquaintance and get through a bottle of Markham. Just uncorked another and we’re here at my dining table. We’ll be passing the laptop for this one.


Sinner Saint: Thank you for coming over and doing this interview.

Instructions: How this works is, I ask you intrusive and shocking questions, and you see how many you can answer before you storm out my door in a fit of disgust and anger. A few of the questions were submitted by readers – so if you are particularly offended by one, it’s probably one of theirs.

Speaking of which, we’ll start with the most provocative question suggested by readers. “‘Did you come for an interview or did you really just want to get some dick?”

Ashley: Must the two be mutually exclusive?

Sinner Saint: So, you’re saying you wanted to do an interview and you wanted to get, um…

Ashley: I’m saying there’s room for both possibilities.

Sinner Saint. Got it. I think. So, you’re 37 years old, divorced and have one child, right?

Ashley: Yes, I have a daughter in Junior high who’s with her dad during the week and with me on weekends.

Sinner Saint: How long have you been divorced?

Ashley: Officially, the divorce is not final, but we haven’t lived together for two years.

Sinner Saint: So you kicked him out because his dick was too small?

Ashley: No, I left because he was an alcoholic and I was done dealing with it.

Sinner Saint: Sorry to hear that. So, his dick wasn’t too small?

Ashley: No, I didn’t have a problem with his size. As for erectile dysfunction due to the drinking, different story.

Sinner Saint: That sucks – for both of you. So, he couldn’t get hard anymore? How long was that going on? You were both pretty young for that to be happening.

Ashley: with enough effort I could usually get him hard enough to do something, but he couldn’t get a full erection and would lose it right away. It’s probably been five years or longer since I’ve seen him “full functioning” shall we say. He’s seven years older than I, but still, I know it was the drinking and not his age. Again, I left because of the drinking, the ED was just one of many problems it was causing.

Sinner Saint: Do you still get together and have sex now and then out of convenience when you’re particularly horny.

Ashley: Do we need to do a lesson on erectile dysfunction? Sorry, that sounded a bit bitchy, obviously I’m not bitter at all about it. (ha ha). He chose drinking at the expense of his equipment working.

Sinner Saint: Have you met up with other guys on Tinder? Did you fuck them? On the first date?

Ashley: I have met up with two I met on Tinder and one of them I had sex with.

Sinner Saint: Nice, how was that? Was it your first time back in the saddle after your and your husband split up?

Ashley: Yes, had been twelve years since I had been with anyone other than my husband, so that was exciting. There was some ED going on with him too, wouldn’t you know, but it wasn’t too bad.

Sinner Saint: Not too bad… does that mean you had orgasms while fucking him?

Ashley: Ive never had much difficulty with that. I know some girls have a difficult time with it.

Sinner Saint: Okay, here’s two more questions suggested by readers. Reader Q 1: “Have you had any big black cock? Reader Q 2: “Look at Duncan and describe what you see ~ give us an overview or general impression?” Hmm, wonder which question was suggested by a guy and which from a female. LMAO. Love it.

Ashley: No “big black cock” as of yet, and let me see

He is dressed casually in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and fancy shoes. He’s got gorgeous, deep blue eyes, and nice hair that is just slightly receding (no sign of balding). Hopefully that answers the question? He’s in good shape and quite handsome if that is what you’re asking.

Sinner Saint: I might not include this questions.

Ashley: Now he’s blushing.

Sinner Saint: Shut the fuck up.

Ashley: So sensitive. I’m just answering the questions YOU gave me.

Sinner Saint: Good point. I should have not given you it, but I didn’t want to be a dick and not ask questions that readers took the time to contribute.

Ashley: I thought it was good question.

Sinner Saint: Well I thought the “big black cock” question was particularly inspired.

Okay, one more reader question. “Describe the bra and panties you are wearing and show sinner your tits so he can take a pic so we can see them.”

Ashley: Are these really coming from readers?

Sinner Saint: Okay, that last one was me, but the others were from readers I swear.

Ashley: Oh you are bad. I am wearing white thong panties and just a white bra that I like, and sorry, I have a teenage daughter who doesn’t need to be running into nude pics of her mother on the internet.

Sinner Saint: Good point, totally understand. Shall we take a bathroom break, and we can discuss.. We could finish up tonight, or I’m free tomorrow night or Friday if you want to finish second half then?

Ashley: I have my daughter on Friday, but maybe tomorrow. We can discuss.

This is true – to the letter, so it better be hot: last week in Vegas continued…

One thing that is different now, I do less gambling but bet much more. When I was younger, I’d play more games, gamble much later- start much earlier, and usually play until there wasn’t enough left to gamble with.

Now, I don’t waste time on games I don’t want to play – and don’t gamble just to waste time. And, I don’t join a table because hot women are there. I still don’t enjoy gambling sober, but now I’ll pay for a martini or two, and won’t gamble ahead of a buzz. And when I do, I throw it down. It is a losing bet, an unfair deal… and then there’s luck. Why should we project undo requirements of prudence upon behavior that is so favored against us that we must be getting drunk to engage in.

I say fuck it, if I’m going to do something stupid, volunteer for odds against me, make a it a statement; luck doesn’t need time to think things over, I play roulette mainly, and am not a high roller; still, I’ve got over $100 out there on any given role.

I wasn’t winning the first night, but not losing enough to go to bed. Eventually the Irish coffees or tequila shots, put to rest thoughts about going to bed. I think the rest of the family had gone to sleep – the high rollers and my Aunt may have been up gambling somewhere.

I was playing downtown where the casinos are a bit more casual – the minimum stakes more affordable. At this place, the dealers actually take rotations dancing on tables in the pit when they’re not dealing. 100%, look it up. So, many of the dealers had good bodies, – some were clearly not hired for their counting skills: not a problem, I can count.

I cannot recall how many times I’ve tried to score with dealers – too many times. I can recall how many times I succeeded. Zero. Even a few times when I was sure it was a lock – that we were practically soulmates, zero. Unless there is a conspiracy against me, dealers cannot and do not fuck the gamblers; ever. So, I’ve long since stopped bothering.

The dealers were friendly – one of them was particularly fun. I focused on my numbers, yet couldn’t ignore her huge tits and how they came out of her bikini-like top almost to where her nipples had to be but never farther. They were natural, not “Vegas brand” boobs – (yes, relax, it’s trivial but I’m a guy – and for some, these details are interesting)

I’d never heard the name before, “Perlah.” Perlah was in her early thirties and had a very large chest – unlike May, the only other Filipina I’d ever been with, (read my first book Dare for full details on that)
I was sitting in the one seat at every roulette table that’s on the inside of the table, right next to the dealer. This dealer, Perlah, was being flirtatious with the table. I was drinking and concentrating.

A few of the guys at the table were flirting back, one was being obnoxious – he kept trying to grab the dealer’s hand as she waved “no more bets.” Also, he kept trying to “brommunicate” to me how great her tits were. Then my upper arm ran into her tit while I was reaching across to put chips on the number eight – was an innocent accident on both our parts, but the collision was right on the money.

I apologized, of course; she must have noticed I was the more embarrassed about the mishap so she teased me.

“Hey, no hitting on the dealer,” she said.

“No, sorry, not doing that.  I bet it gets really old – I’m sure you have drunk guys hitting on you non-stop – working here.”

“And girls,” she said.

Hmm, that was a fun answer. “Girls?”

“Sometimes.”

“Anyway, when I’m ready to hit on you, I’ll try to choose a tactic other than ramming my elbow into you. I’m kidding, won’t hit on you, you’ve got enough of that to deal with… not that I… you know what I mean.

“See, the handsome guys don’t, unfortunately.”

Polite – patronizing – or, what was she saying, doing exactly? Perhaps my tequila shots were hearing things? But, it’s in my nature to seek clarity:

“Who, I’m handsome?”

“Duh.. no more bets.” She said.

“Careful, I might have another accidental collision with your boob if you keep talking like that.”

“Promise?”

What the fuck, she’s hitting on me now, right? Crazy. I was careful not to ram her boob again, but we kept talking. I told her about the other Filipina I knew, May. I didn’t tell her what happened at the “Dare” party of course, but I did tell her about May’s strict parents, and how shy May was until she’d get a few drinks in her, then not so-shy.  Perlah said it sounded like her, what I was describing about May.

“What, you go from serious casino dealer to nympho after a few drinks?”

“I don’t know, ‘ you’d have to buy me a few drinks to find that one out I guess.”

No she didn’t… what? She’s fucking with me… or, maybe not?

“Okay, now you’re teasing.. and flirting for tips; but, no doubt I’d like to make that experiment happen.

“How rude, I don’t flirt for tips, I flirt for free,” she said.

I was confused, and horny, and … mainly confused, so I let it go.

Perlah rotated to another table and I played for another hour before she returned. While she was gone, I looked around the room to see where she was – a few times; and, one of the times, she noticed and looked back right at me. The look she gave me left me spinning in thought – fantasizing, interpreting…. I didn’t regain full vigilance until Perlah returned to my table.

This time around, we both knew something was happening – subliminally, hyper-hormonal,  she was dealing her table as I was playing, but we were both somewhere else, alone, negotiating.

Still, I wasn’t going to move on this – dealers don’t play – wasn’t going to fall for it.

She told me she was off after the next rotation. Then waited two more rolls before elaborating. “A few of us might go have a drink at the Golden Nugget after we get done if you want to join us. I’m done here in a few minutes and should be over there in about twenty – not sure how long I’ll be there though, have to get home.

I had several questions – didn’t dare ask any.

“Okay,” I said, and found her at the Golden Nugget half hour later. She stood up and gave me a hug – it is farther than I’d ever gotten with any dealer, or pit boss (don’t judge – I’ve seen a few hot pit bosses). She had changed out of her sexy dealer/dancer outfit, into a pants & t-shirt, civilian looking one.

There was one co-worker there with her, who gave me a big, tit-squishing, hug when Perlah introduced me.

“This is the handsome man causing me distraction all night.”

“This is the gorgeous dealer making me not care that I was losing money all night.”

 

Continued – see next post

 

We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

Tell me: Just horny Curiosity About You


Results

Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? This blog gives me more Orgasms than hubby
Ask me something personal and sexy how thick is your cock? big balls?

Sinner Saint answer: come over and show me your tits and see for yourself

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Description of what you do and how you get a girl to climax
Select your privacy share my answers publicly on this post

Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? i masturbate almost everyday after work before boyfriend gets home
Ask me something personal and sexy what is something unusual that really turns you on?

Sinner Saint answer:  hairy bush

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about describe a fav sexual fantasy in detail
Select your privacy share my answers publicly on this post

Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? Everyone thinks i am so good but i have frequent rape fantasy about large men cumming in me in every hole.
Ask me something personal and sexy what would you want to do to me if you could do any sex act:

Sinner Saint answer: anal, duh

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about seduction
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? we’ve had sex and u have no idea I found your blog. married now & not nearby but think about u. hint – fashion
Ask me something personal and sexy are you painting?

Sinner Saint Answer: no, who is this?

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about waiting for you to talk about our adventure
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I got Dare and the part where the girl is on your lap then ran off too shy to say anything… that’s been my “go to” for several weeks.

Sinner Saint Answer: Have a few more stories to tell about May, everything that girl does fascinates me.

Ask me something personal and sexy did you ever have sex with or see Paula again?( if she is a real person )

Sinner Saint: she’s very real. I saw her again and the details are in dare 2. short answer,  I was dating Morgan after Dare one, Paula and husband were having issues and she stayed with us for a while. As you can probably guess, not a good idea, but a good story.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Any followups on what is going on with the friends in dare would be interesting.
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? When I wear skirts to work I totally tell when boss is looking to see between my legs and I like it
Ask me something personal and sexy Do you like to see up a girls skirt? What panties would you want me to be wearing if you saw up mine?

Sinner Saint: Who wouldn’t like such a sight. Wouldn’t like to get caught doing it like your boss. sheer white panties would be good.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Ever see or try to see up a girls skirt at work?

Sinner Saint:  had a co-worker/cubical-mate who liked to show me what panties she was wearing – would pull her skirt up and tell me to take a look.

Select your privacy share my answers publicly on this post

Currently Horny? i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I am really bored and dying for some excitement. Playing with myself this much is getting ridiculous.
Ask me something personal and sexy Don’t want to be too unfaithful but can you suggest something that would be stimulating?Sinner Saint Answer: Go grocery shopping without a bra. Get a message and wear nothing. Layout and sunbathe nude in your backyard, Go to https://naughtypolls.com and answer naughty poll questions. Come let me interview you topless. Go to a sex shop and have the person working there show you all of the toys and vibrators. Go to a strip club during the day and get a lap dance. Get this clone a willy kit make a vibrator with your husband that looks just like his dick. Go to a health club and sit in the sauna or steam room in your underwear. Go buy some black thong panties. Read by book Dare before Dare 2 comes out and tell me your favorite part. Get on tinder and have a drink with someone and wear your new panties, kiss him and then leave. Hire a masseur off Craig’s list to come to your house and give you a massage.
(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Have you known any bored wives or girlfriends? what did they do?

Sinner Saint: If not for bored wives and girlfriends I’d probably be celibate. But, yea, I’ll write about some.

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Hornyness – Mine vs Yours, is it Essentially Same for Men & Women?

Thank you for these suggestions

“Any filth from a true male perspective, that’s how I found your blog to begin with. I enjoy reading about power exchanges, …”

“Stepbrother/sister relationship? Interracial stepbrother/sister even better!”

“My life. ;)”

“Describe in detail your last forbidden encounter.”

“Hmm, I’m going to have to take my best guess as to what you mean by “filth,” and “power exchanges,”

“I want to know what the male sees, thinks, feels. What is it that makes your cock press against your zipper? Is it the way she looks up at you sheepishly, already alluding to her submission? Is it the way her dress clings to her body making you wonder if there’s anything between the fabric from.the dress and her skin? What coaxes an orgasm out of you the quickest: fucking her from behind while she says things that would make a sailor blush OR feeling her take your length into her mouth and seeing her brow tense when she tries to relax and not gag?”

“Visit a nude beach or nudist resort, or a sex club and blog about your experience there…”

“Tell more deep dark secrets. The bad ones I like those.”


And I was worried that you all thought my posts were too naughty and sexual. These suggestions aren’t exactly tabernacle certified.

Please keep the suggestions coming. For now I will try to synthesize the suggestions I’ve received so far into a something.

So, the topic needs to be something true, personal and filthy about what turns me on ( “coaxes” an orgasm out of me” ) – that includes power exchanges, deep dark secrets, nudism and.. Well, a lot of talk about forbidden, kinky, sex… from the male perspective?

 

Obviously, a series about hornyness is what you’re saying.

If I’m hearing you all correctly.

Let’s start with the assumption that everyone gets horny in different ways and to different degrees. Nevertheless, there seems to be some commonalities. In search of aspects that may be more universal – I’ll start with the nature of my own hornyness and consider how it might relate to the hornyness I’ve seen from women – with a sprinkle some bad, armchair science on the matter.

There’s little mystery about men and their hornyness. We’re always horny when young – following puberty, and to some degree get less horny as we get older. Regardless of our age, if you’re a woman (or our gender preference) and you touch our dick – or touch us pretty much anywhere, or, you let us touch you anywhere, we’ll get horny. If you talk naughty about sex, show us your body, or do those things that you know you do, we’ll get horny. Get us horny enough, we’ll probably agree to fuck you, even when we shouldn’t. Nothing here we don’t already know, right?

But a man’s libido is his curse and his blessing. If you’re a parent to boys, god help you: if you get them past 21 without them doing anything that would condemn them to hell, send them to jail, get them in trouble or get someone else in trouble, you’re 99% home free.

My parents were vigilant – had the discussions – gave me the information – and put the fear of god in me about getting someone pregnant. That’s all a parent can do other than raise decent human beings. Being a good person who’s been given some kind of moral compass, is the only thing that’s going to stop a particularly horny young man from behavior that will harm himself or others – fucking indiscriminately.

It cannot be overstated how powerful of force a man’s hornyness can be. For those as hormonally stimulated as I was, it consumes your body, makes your head throb…
When a wave of hornyness comes over you – it’s the deepest yearning imaginable, the intoxication makes you feel numb, high, unable to think otherwise, it makes nearly everything and everybody arousing. I thank god – or my parents – that I knew enough not to do anything that would cause me irrevocable trouble, but I sure as hell took risks, and followed my dick into a lot of naughty situations.

Perhaps some wouldn’t see it as such a big deal, but in the Catholic, academic, white-picket-fencedom context I came from, and my otherwise polite and “thoughtful” demeanor, the attraction to girls and the amount of contact I had with them, was unspeakable – partly why I blog and write this stuff now – for all the things I’ve done and seen in private, but never spoke about. There were guys I knew that were worse than I – who did wild things like have gang bangs and share their exploits publicly, but the ground I covered privately – to sedate my hornyness – was significant.

The intensity calmed in my later twenties. Nowadays I see my hornyness more positively. Now it’s energy, inspiration, motivation, life force. I try to hold on to it now, harness it as fuel for creativity. Before there was too much – as soon as it swelled up, I’d seek its release. There was always libido left to fuel the creativity. I still have waves of intense hornyness, – but to maintain constant drive and creativity, I’ve must ration things – take care not to unload too frivolously. Or, that’s the idea anyway… I don’t hold it in all that long – it’s all relative – my libido was overly strong to begin with – it’s now probably where it should have been in my mid twenties.

Then there’s you women out there.

If male hornyness was a pop-up book, nailing down how women get horny can seem like reading Chinese sign language. That’s what many seem to think – what a martian would think if he was reading about the topic online. Perhaps I’m delusional, but I’ve never thought women seemed much different.

A few studies I’ve read, claim that women experience sexual arousal as a response to physical intimacy, not in anticipation of it – nor by other purely mental stimulus. What is it that motivates a woman’s craving for sex if it’s not physical arousal? Does this theory assume they crave sex because they want the trash taken out, but once it starts, they’re then on board with the sex for the the sake of the sex – of arousal?

I haven’t been in a woman’s body and cannot refute such studies, but I can confirm that I’ve seen girls behave so horny that as far as I could tell they were aroused – prior to sexual intimacy. I don’t think girls get as horny, as frequently as guys; at least, as much as I do; however, it’s not rare for girls to get horny. And, I’ve seen them get big-horny like guys – overwhelmed in their hornyness. If all of them were faking it, they had me fooled. I know some weren’t – the ones who got so horny they did something out of character. Every guy has been there, so we know when we see someone overcome by their libido, lust drunk, experiencing horniatic dementia.

Whether or not women experience physical arousal prior to intimacy, or without it, they do often seem to get more horny as a result of physical intimacy. So much more horny – it makes me think there is something to the pre/post physical arousal studies; probably not entirely untrue – perhaps misinterpreted.

There are theories about Oxytocin that might explain why sexual activity would increase a woman’s libido. Similar ideas have been suggested to explain why women in sexless marriages stop desiring sex (stop being horny); and why they are likely to have a surge in sexual desire if at some point they experience a resumption of orgasmically fulfilling sexual activity. Oxytocin has been described as some sort of aphrodisiacal love hormone – more addictive than cocaine. Supposedly, when a woman has sex, or has an orgasm, Oxytocin is released and makes her crazy for more. I have no idea if Oxytocin has anything to do with it, but I’ve seen women who’d been in sexlessish marriages, have their libidos go supersonic once divorced – as soon as they had sex again.

It’s very exciting by the way – to see a woman get unusually horny. The more out of character for her, the hotter it is. Eighteen to twenty three and after thirty five are the age ranges where I’ve seen women get the horniest = behave the most imprudently in pursuit of sex. Again, everybody’s different, but the numbers support a few generalizations.

I’ve seen a lot of studies related to how women tend to get more horny during ovulation. This makes total sense but I’ve never noticed or paid much attention to this.

Women get more horny when they drink – that’s a fact I’ll stand behind – settled science!

Back to me. I ran into the term sapiosexual on thebrokenrosewithlaughingeyes blog by Princess.

“a person who finds intelligence sexually attractive or arousing.”

Random porn nastiness doesn’t really get me horny. I get turned on when there is something connecting mentally, or some aspect of emotional drama taking place.

Unfortunately, I also get turned on by things illicit – forbidden interaction. (married women, co-workers, cheaters, bosses, etc.) I’d much prefer to get horny over something that I didn’t have to compromise my character to engage in. For now, it’s there until it’s not.

Seeing tits makes me horny.

This may be a series of one part – depending on whether I think of much more to say on the subject. What say you?

Nakedness, You, Secrets & my Neighbor

So you are reading this – what are you wanting to find? Anything to push boredom aside? Or, a reason to procrastinate something? Are you horny, and what will cure that affliction? For now there’s just this stream of consciousness. What, expecting to hear my secrets? Psha, pluheeze, what do have to tell me?

About that guy you flirted with and brushed your breasts against on that girls weekender you and your girlfriends took? About your ex boyfriend from way back – the one who was the best in bed – who you still fantasize about on occasion – who’s going to be in your town for a conference next month?

As for my secrets, what do you think they could be? I’m really just shy, introverted unless you get me horny. When I finish the stories you’ll know most of my secrets. Or, perhaps you mean the secrets I don’t write about? You’re wanting to dive deep – asking a lot of this posting. What will it do for you if I tell you? How deep will you share with me?

Why am I rambling and what are we avoiding? We should confess to each other, or maybe make secrets together? You tell me and I’ll tell you? You do it to me and I’ll do it to you? Tell me what you won’t tell your man? Did you have a three way before him? Is he too polite too often?

Does this sound like someone who’s uninspired? Wandering words in place of a topic? Not true, we’ve got secrets to do. Perhaps you’re my neighbor, up late again, in her home office. I can see her at her desk through the shudders. Her office is above her garage, overlooking my backyard, with a view through the sliding glass doors to where I’m sitting right now at my dining table.

Did she see the other week when I was with someone on my couch? Does she look when I walk around? Does she see me taking my clothes off now? Does she assume I’m at my laptop watching porn, because my dick is getting hard? Could she be you who’s reading this – know exactly what I was doing? Don’t worry, she’s seen enough before – if this was offensive she’d not leave her shudders open. There not closed much anymore – I wonder to death what she’s thinking. Hold on while I get up and walk past the glass over to my kitchen – help her wonder what the hell I am thinking.

I knew this game really started, about a month ago when I saw her working in her bra. That night her shades were up – not just open. She has a bathroom in her office – I can tell when she’s in it because its little window lights up. Sometimes the light is on for a while. Anyway, after three months of doing this dance, there she was – up late about this time, wear a bra. After over an hour like that, she got up. I saw all the lights go off and she came out her door wearing a shirt again, then walked down the stairs to go back inside – to bed with her husband I guess.

She works hard – what ever she does it must be lucrative – she drives a Porsche SUV. Her office is very intrusive – if it was anyone else I’d probably not like it. So, here I am naked and unobstructed – come here neighbor and we can do this.

So there you have it – what’s going on with me – are you less bored now or think I’m creepy? Now It’s your turn to comment or message me – with secret things you’re up to – I’ve got boredom and hornyness of my own to subdue.