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Friday, January 1, 2021

It's a New Year...

My wife has this thing which is probably not that uncommon.  She likes to have sex on New Year’s Eve timed so that she orgasms as the people on TV are counting down.  It represents crossing from the outgoing year into the new one, with a bang, so to speak.  

It was funny to me that as she rode my dick to a well timed O, I had been imagining this last I work with.  I’m sure my wife didn’t mind that I had been going through my mental Rolodex of fantasy lovers.  Hell, she was probably motivated by thoughts of JD and his thick cock.  

I don’t keep my phone volume up so it wasn’t until the morning that I saw a well wish from the very lady I was imagining, sent at the moment in my mind, she has her body straddling mine.  As I imagined her hair up in a bun, smart glasses giving her the look of a sexy librarian, she had sent a funny comment about how my dry wit and sage wisdom kept her sane during the past year.  

If she only knew.  It wasn’t like I could respond in a way that revealed the coincidence.  

I suspect much of my life is like this in a way.  I quietly observe unsuspecting women, and occasionally men, as if they were yet another image scrolling through my Tumblr feed.  People I know or don’t, providing me with visual and mental stimulation.  In the same way I would never cat call some lady walking down a street, I keep my ogling to a minimum or at least I try to be discreet about it.  

I consider myself a feminist in the way that I see women genuinely equal to or in probably most cases, superior to their male counterparts.  But I don’t think it is wrong to find a professional colleague attractive, and still see her as professional.  Likewise, I’ve demonstrated the ability to have a colleague suck my dick and then take work related direction from that same man 15 minutes later.  

None of this makes me special.  I think most people try not to confuse their sexual ideas and thoughts with their real interactions with the people they encounter at work or at the local grocery store.  It is common courtesy.  

Not sure how this went down this rabbit hole but back to what I wanted to say.  

This past year was primarily shitty.  I want to be positive and say that starting today, it will all be a fresh new year and a whole better life for us all.  But honestly, I don’t think we are there yet.  

To each of you out there, I wish you a safe and prosperous new year.  I hope each of you looks around at your neighbors and your coworkers and the people at the park or the grocery store and see them as equals, as people who deserve respect, and that you yourself are treated with kindness by those you imagine naked.  

Friday, December 18, 2020

Exposing Myself: Pants On...

 Those of you who know this blog, the past incarnations anyway, know that I’ve faced this personal crossroads before.  To expose myself by sharing the link or not.  

If you currently or have previously blogged in the NSFW arena you understand that most of us post using a pen name.  You know that my very first post back in 2007 explains where my pen name comes from.  But over time, a lot of us choose to share our real identities to a reader or two, or, we expose our pen names to people we know from our vanilla lives, and suddenly that neighbor or coworker sees us in a whole new light.  


You may recall Co-Worker A.  He was the guy who presented us with his penis hooked up to a contraption intended to stretch it into a larger size.  It looked silly but I think we all appreciated the openness.  


A notified me that a mutual colleague of ours was of a like mind.  I don’t mean she was trying to stretch her penis into a bigger size, but that she was progressive in regards to lifestyles, relationships and the like.  


I was a little taken aback at first.  I haven’t generally entertained the idea of suggestions on who I should expose my deepest darkest secrets to, but at the same time, I like this person and as long as she isn’t going to freak out, why not?


I hear many of you screaming, “Noooooooo!” And I hear you loud and clear.  


It was purely coincidence that several weeks ago, I turned the blog to draft.  So maybe it is fortuitous.  Maybe the answer is to share the page and then wait for the questions.  Look to the right side.  All these links to you perverts I follow.  The Hotwife blogs, Cuckolds, swingers, poly people.  The Gay folk.  


Two outcomes are possible.  One is bad.  The friend reads what is left of the blog, is horrified and the friendship as well as the working relationship is damaged.  In a way, isn't that the risk we all take every time we attempt to open ourselves up to someone we know?  It is very common in work relationships where one person starts seeing that friendly cubical banter as something more. Something that could become more than just co-workers enjoying themselves as they plug away at the job.  And then they share those feelings and it goes horribly wrong.  It's a risk, for sure.


The other possible outcome is a positive interest in wanting to know more.  To understand what makes a colleague tick.  I hope for that outcome (if I even share the URL).  I crave sharing my story to those interested.


Over the years, only a handful of people I know from work have even known about the blog.  I suspect that most of those read through it, got it and moved on, never to return.  The blog was never more than just a place for me to vent, express an opinion or two regarding things of a sexual or relationship nature.  Oh, and I suppose whip out my penis a time or two.      


I'm not ready to, and most likely will never feel the need to re-post every old story, but as I take time for myself to review, I may find more than a few old gems that need to be shared.  


Think positive thoughts.    

Thursday, December 3, 2020

It's All Good...

 I guess that was rude of me to just send everything into draft mode without a peep as to why.  To answer the many e-mails I got asking WTF (and thank you, all), everything is fine.  No major security breach, and my recent medical issue (the one where I was losing my mind) wasn't the reason.  As several of you pointed out, I've done this before.

In truth, I woke up earlier this week, and simply had this gut feeling to send it all to draft.  So I did.

For the fans of the "It's Getting Hot in Here" series, those antics continue, though I have to say, there hasn't been anything overly exciting or new to report. Visits happen, things happen, life goes on.

I suspect that is the real cause for my lack of posts over the last few months.  Just nothing in this pandemic has happened that would be worth writing about.  For those of my gay and Bi or heteroflexible friends, none of that has happened either.  Jesus, send me a penis to put in my mouth!

For fans of the "Co-worker" series, nope, none of that, notta.  As much as I am a fan of consenting adults flirting around and doing naughty things wherever they can get a way with it, I think we have to recognize that even when both parties perceive in the moment that they are being consenting adults, there is always a chance that feelings change and it could present problems in the workplace.  Thankfully, I've not encountered such circumstances in my years of friendly flirtation. But now as we try to fix a military that can't seem to stop raping people, those consenting flirtations and fun times have to be shut down.  It's the right thing to do.  Even if I do get the occasional Zoom thrill from a colleague being themselves in front of a camera.

I'll be back.  You all know I will.  For now, I'm just taking a JF Break.  Do you see what I did there?


Sunday, March 29, 2020

What's Your Sentence?

Sweet Jesus! I got 61 years. 

Sunday, September 16, 2007

First Day of School...

It was the first day of school and in the first grade classroom, the teacher was going from child to child getting to know her students.

She addresses the first little girl and asks, "Tell me little girl, what is your name?" And the little girl responds, "My name is Mary Smith." And the teacher says, "Welcome to the first grade Mary."

She moves on to a little boy and asks him and he says, "My name is Tommy Johnson" and she welcomes Tommy to the first grade, and this goes on and on with Michael and Joey and Alice.

Finally, she gets to another student and asks, "Tell me little boy, what is your name?" "Jimmy Fuckbreak, Ma'am." he responds politely.

"I'm sorry," the teacher asks, "what was that again?

"Jimmy Fuckbreak is my name." the little boy proudly says.

Now, not wanting to create a situation, the teacher thinks to herself that perhaps another student has put this little bastard up to this or perhaps a deviant teacher is playing a trick on her, she says to the boy, "So, say Jimmy, do you have any brothers or sisters in this school?" and Jimmy quickly says, "Yes, Ma'am. I have a sister in the 6th grade."

With that, the teacher moves along and when finished, she tells all the new kids that it is time for them to put their heads on their desks and have a little nap.

As the children take a rest, the teacher quietly leaves and goes up to the classroom full of sixth graders and peeks into the door way. She looks around and asks, "Hey, you got any Fuckbreaks in here?"

A little sixth grader pipes up and says, "Lady, this is the sixth grade, we don't get fuck breaks. Hell, we don't even get recess!"