Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Wintertime Sexual Submission. (E-mail to my husband.)

 

 

Things have been chaotic and busy lately, but a calmer time is here now, so the following is what you can expect tomorrow evening, and many more evenings after that. You apparently need refresher instructions, since you still don't seem to know your job very well yet, or simply forgot, so here's what will be happening...

Tomorrow evening you will be giving me a massage, followed by a tongue bath. You will need to set aside quite a bit of time for this, as you will be under me for hours. Throughout your oral worship session, I will be punishing your balls. If you take what I dish out like a good boy, I may let you jerk off your little thing in front of me. That shouldn't take long will it...Speedy?

The next day's instruction will be given tomorrow, and from now on, you will have one day to prepare for my needs. I will require something from you almost every day, as I have been indisposed. For obvious reasons, I haven't been able to meet with lovers as often as I'd like lately. That doesn't mean I won't be soon, and seeing you after we're done.

I am disappointed that no worthy prospective Bulls have written anything that I care to respond to, but soon enough one of them will be fucking my swollen, slutty pussy. Just like Mike has done a few times, in my Covid-19 "safe" method, though now that its wintertime, I'm going to arrange for those types of trysts out in the shed. You need to make sure to put a space heater in there, and a box of condoms. Magnums, of course.

I should do a blog post, telling the world what a let down you were fucking me the other day. You are my husband and I love you so much, but why must you be so totally worthless in bed? Why must I think of Ben or Mike, or other men, real men, to get wet at all? You saw and felt how much I squirted while you were licking me the other night...just from mentioning one of their names. It's a pathetic and humiliating disgrace that you can't do that to me on your own. Well, at least I can revisit those memories of sex with superior men, if I fuck you once in a while. I'll just have to remember them, and remember how their large cocks penetrated me so easily, so deeply, and call out their names, and I can almost feel like I'm fucking them again....except for one "little thing", right Cuckold?

Queening Stool for Face Sitting Pleasure.








Friday, October 23, 2020

The Good - The Bad - And the Ugly. :)


Note to reporters and editors...whom will never see this, word selection and the order in which you place them (syntax, not to be confused with "sin tax") means something. The new mayor is the "acting mayor" who happens to be gay. The new mayor is not "gay acting"...or maybe he/she is...but that would not be news worthy. Gay acting means...what? Stereotype? Flouncy? Speaking in falsetto? Snap-Snap Fabulous? Swishy? A Patsy Stone lookalike? Well groomed? Thin and neat? I think the Bears would take issue with that....not to mention the gazillion other males, females, and gender fluid people/persons of all races, origins and types, that don't spend a lot of time or energy on their "gay acting" skills. :)


Doggy Style?  :) 

 


  


 

"Minneapolis comes justly by its reputation-one of the Nation's most beautiful cities" - from a 1905 guide to the city. These four majestic structures - as well as numerous others in the city - were all replaced by parking lots and steel and glass office spaces during the 20th century.

I love old world things. Homes, buildings, architecture, art, literature, fashion, you name it. Old farmsteads are appealing to me, as are old adobe homes, and the old gothic looking brick and stone commercial buildings, churches, monasteries, and so on. Glass and steel are not attractive to me for the most part...plus they're boring, just your standard, basic phallic shaped monolithic edifice monument to men's lust and obsession over....their cocks. :)

  

This is not a political meme.
I just....like the font.  :)

 

Might want to double check your math there...





This looks...oddly suspicious.  :)


 

2020 Recap.  

 

Air Florida 1971.


 




 

Verrazano Bridge at Dusk.

 


 

Entitled landlord tries to intimidate tenants into voting for Trump. 

 

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Nondescript Blog Post. :)


Titanic is the most epic and beautiful cuckoldry story of all time. 


Tinder ad.
I just love smartasses.  :)

 

A baby dolphin getting a lift on his mother's back.


 Selway Crags. Idaho. USA. 

 

Harrison Ford as a carpenter before he became famous as an actor in 1970.


Growing old together.  :)

   


 


A natural bench in an underwater park. 


Abandoned temple in Indonesia.

 



From a Reddit group called (appropriately) r/insanepeoplefacebook :) 


I love art like this...its real, real life. 
The Waiter, Michele Del Campo, Oil on Canvas, 2015.






  

 I said I was doing no more political posts. This is not a political post. I just like the...font. 
Yea, that's right...that's my story, and I'm sticking to it! :)




I want this on my sarcophagus. 
Or as a hood ornament.   :)


Look at the last panel closely.  :)







Gotta love all that, "Christian" MAGA charity and compassion. :)



No.
Just no.
The answer to the question of this shirt is....no. :)



 

Thief Doggo Making a Run (Waddle?) for it.

  

Oh yea!
It all makes sense now.  :)

 

Things are not always...what they appear to be.