Re-Post: Voyeur

I was texting with Alejandro this afternoon.  He is the man who has occasionally flown in from the east coast for a good piss fuck.  He was telling me how horned he was…how sex was all he could think of…and how it had been so long, he felt like a virgin again.  I finally admitted to him that I had just sort of stopped doing anything.  And that doing nothing was easier for me than jerking every night in lieu of being able to do anything else.  

Which really is my solution--to make sure I don’t take unnecessary chances in virus-ridden Michigan.

The down side of my decision is that it affects my writing here.  I have three adventures from March to get down in print.  I hadn’t really made the connection, that I used my constant state of arousal to fuel my writing.  I mean, it’s pretty obvious—but I had never thought of it quite in those terms.

So for tonight, we will settle for another tale from the archive.

I have always liked to show off.  Here is a very wet fuck I threw in the playroom—and we had a voyeur.

Hot and a little weird… 

That sounds really good right now.

The re-post for Voyeur, from 2016, is HERE.