My Desk—October, 2025
Well, hell. For
the first time since the height of the Covid epidemic, I have nothing to write about. I have written up every meet I’ve had…
It didn’t help that I while I was away in Indiana, I
couldn’t find time to play for eleven days—but I could on the last day in town
(the bathhouse post). And then again on
the way home at a video store.
And the bookstore on Monday.
A dental cleaning slowed me down the next day.
And then my car died.
Radiator. It is still in the
shop. That took care of my sexual road trip
to the bathhouse in Cleveland.
But I had someone coming to the house the day after
the car died. He cancelled.
I had another man scheduled for this second week I’ve
been home. He needed to cancel.
My married cocksucker had a date set—and he cancelled. Now he is back on. He is coming in a few hours.
Until I didn’t have it, I hadn’t quite realized how
dependent I am on my car to get me to places where sex is likely to happen.
Cross your fingers that I actually get it back next
Monday…
Well, after this depressing post, a couple
of pics to make me feel better….
well, fuck! I see why you would be grouchy! Well I look forward to you taking your aggression out on some unsuspecting hole that has no idea what it's in for.
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