What Are YOU Thinking? Continued 3

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Thinking it’s time to head in.
Getting chilly....
Cup of hot chocolate and whipped cream topping.
Does the trick every time.:)
 
Got home an hour and a half ago, planted myself on the couch and I haven’t moved.

Bring me my dinner, Jeeves.
 
I am glad to see so many old lit faces about. I missed you guys and your rampant silliness. Makes me smile. We have been here a long long time. Lol
 
Thinking about how much frustration I experience cursing and tossing animals off my bed when I'm trying to masturbate. I need to come up with a more organized system. :rolleyes:
 
Thinking about the first man who offered me a blowjob. I was drunk, and confused by the situation, and couldn’t physically respond. I tried blowing him, but realized it’s actually pretty hard to give a blowjob, especially after you’ve both been drinking. Finally got him off with a handjob and a prostate massage. Then he kissed me and that freaked me out.

But later I got to thinking, as I almost always have done after a one night stand, that I wanted a do-over. Months passed, my girlfriend and I broke up, and she replaced herself with a sullen housemate to cover her share of the rent. She’d taken her big brass bed with her, and I was sleeping on a single mattress on the floor. Then one day this guy who’d wanted to give me a bj showed up at my place on a Saturday morning and my new housemate let him in. He was there for a booty call on a Saturday morning! He was such an audacious little guy. My housemate was leaving for work, and I was just waking up hard as a rock. So when this guy squatted next to my sad little bed, I pulled back my covers to reveal my stiff cock, and asked him if this was something he could help me with. And he went down on me until I came in his mouth. Then we got high and played for the rest of the day. This was the first time I really understood that it brought pleasure to another person to please me.
 
Thinking that for most of my adult life I held to a self-imposed ethical standard that I'd never exchange money for sex. Then I tried it. Turns out it's actually pretty cool . . .
 
Sometimes I really wish that we had certified mechanics who worked as late as our boats run.
 
Thinking that it seems futile that the guy in a little fishing boat in front of my house has been basically in the same spot for a couple of minutes and counting with his little motor fully cranked and he has not moved working against the current.

Also thinking that the content look on his face says that he doesn't give a shit.
Rock on my friend. You find your joy.;)
 
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