Little video of me....crossing the room. :)
Best Friends. :)
Lawrence Brooks, America’s oldest living WWII veteran, turns 111 today.
Air Cooled Queening Chair? :)
No idea who he is....but I'd like to know that body. :)
I can relate to this. I never know what to wear.
Speedo with kneepads (strap-on dick optional)...and a parka with goggles? :)
Ladies, how are you passing up this super awesome fantastic opportunity? :)
The Hamberdog?
That's it.
We've officially reached the bottom... :)
Day 64 of anti-government protests in Bulgaria.
Someone never heard of Annie Lennox and is offering to help her get started in the music industry. {Annie Lennox has sold over 80 million records worldwide, won 4 Grammys, 8 Brit awards, and an Oscar.}
The delicacy and detail of this sculpture is truly impressive.
"The West Wind" by Thomas Ridgeway Gould.
Proper font selection matters people...it really does. :)
Just...you know, hanging out, with some weights, a plant, and a Queening chair. Slow night at the orifice (laughs at my own bored, lame ass humor). :)
Your videos and postings were shown, but not your words before (when I opened it from my gmail account I got a message 'this posting has not occurred'; it seems they feel they have the possibility to censor you when they feel they want to:(.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I personally removed the post asking the question, as the videos started playing for me and I assumed it had been a glitch. So, the "words" that you mention "this posting has not occurred" was probably due to that, meaning me, rather than anything else. Sorry for the confusion, and yes, I wish they'd just leave things alone. :)
DeleteI've uncovered some of my sexual incompetence by reading queeningchairs.blogspot.com. Along with Vanessa’s SHOCKING (to me) but insightful books.
ReplyDeleteRecently at work, a super cute overweight young lady and I talked at the window looking on to the street. A young in shape guy in a tank top and tattoo confidently walked by the window. She immediately commented and startled me with her unexpected comments. “Look at the guy, yum, he’s hot.” Ranking far higher than her, I still couldn’t stop blushing and feeling submissive. Then she said, look at his arms. I don’t know why, but I became dizzy and lightheaded. So %$%$ embarrassing as she could tell and wouldn't stop. Then I made a real fool of myself turning bright red as I was unable to compose myself. She said, “you like him, he looks hot, doesn’t he, right, yummy do you like that.” I lost it, and the embarrassment got worse with two other women sitting near. They also could see my reactions and inability to respond. I put my head down but had to sit down. I still don’t understand, but my cock became visibly hard in my suit pants. The papers in my hands started shaking with a childlike red face from a senior mgr. WTF happened, and never expected her to speak that way or my reaction. It was as if she knew she could dominant, control and impact me with her comments. “he looks so nice right, he’s in great shape, I know you think he is hot, right i can see”. Honestly, I may have cum a bit in my pants, crazy, embarrassing, but surprisingly exciting after I could stand and leave the situation.
Submissive/cuckold angst...right there. Classic example of male sexual emasculation...love it. :)
DeleteMy social and sexual Kryptonite—yesterday’s comment by Vanessa C helps connect a misunderstood profound psychological weakness.
ReplyDeleteI say its DNA because I have no control over its physiological impact.
“Submissive/cuckold angst...right there. Classic example of male sexual emasculation”
I never been a willing participant or discussed the idea of a being cuckold. But overtly sexual women are intimidating. They awaken submissive feelings I guess so I run away rather than confront who I am.
I don’t wont to dress in female clothing, or wear panties.
Interesting personal introspection and enlightenment there. :)
DeleteThe emotional turmoil follow up on my humiliating incident.
ReplyDeleteBefore the awkward interaction, if I were passing by her cubicle, I would stop to say hello, a few comments. But now, if I see her down the office hallway. Immediately, I turn the corner or open the bathroom door to avoid feeling embarrassed. The dead give away of my inner angst is my blushing face. The heart is beating out of my chest, incapable of forming a coherent sentence as I try to catch my breath.
When I was recently forced to speak with her over a work issue, I was pathetic. My fear is other workers can identify my new awkwardness. And then this nonsexual ragging uncontrollable hardon. She must know her effect on me and uses it to her advantage?? That is my paranoid guess. The original two witnessing female workers likely gossiped about my immature reactions.
Now, sitting or standing next to her, I get these feelings best described as the feeling you get when looking over a cliff or before a public speech. It's a general sense of unease, dizziness, butterflies, and this buzzing sensation around my crotch.
Better figure this out, in a way that its not detrimental to office cohesion, or your career.
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