The good news is that I am writing for work. Good, I hope, creative writing.
The bad news is that it took up the time to write
today’s blog post.
And since you really don’t need to keep looking at
my dick, let me point you to a hot post from years past. 2017.
All about the New Year’s Eve party I fucked and felched my way through
in 2016. It is called: Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the
Other. It takes place in Rod and Brice’s
Chicago home. (You read about them just
recently when I caught up with them after years apart on my visit to Palm
Springs.
This post has an incredibly high number of readers,
according to my Blogger analytics. But
it is now old enough that a ton of my new readers may not have gone back so far
in the archive.
So here we go with Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the Other
ReplyDeleteWhat is it
Tell me If you would please
Tell me why the urge
To fall to my knees
And take in the scent that is you
And do the things I normally wouldn’t do
So much more to say but I’ll leave that for a later date.
The epitome of raw male masculinity.
Thank you! I think that is a first. I don't believe anyone has ever composed verse with me in mind.
Delete(Or I'll be happy to take credit for your inspiration even if you wrote it for someone else!)
Actually it is something that came to mind as I took in the image. The inspiration came totally from that hot jock of yours and the man in it. There are many sources to creativity. For me lust, desire and a deep respect for other artists (especially that of a masculine persuasion) ignites my creative juices. The gamble is that the muse will either be highly creeped out or flattered. I always hope for the latter. lol
DeleteI totally understand the creative juices and lust. I work in the arts...and see it constantly in me and others. (and I'm thrilled it was my bulge....)
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