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Old Dawg, new trick
Posted:Oct 21, 2021 10:11 am
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2021 4:25 pm

Funny how you have this perception about the best way to accomplish something and then a couple words by a coworker puts a new twist on the subject. I always thinking on pressure and speed needing to be hard and fast, Yet, listing to a random conversation, opened my eyes. about soft and slow. Maybe not so much soft but more very light. The results have proven that each much be the right combo for the person being pleased. We all have different needs and wants, so, the bigger lesson for me is to adapt to the person at hand. As grandpa use to say, "When it comes to taste, there can be no dispute."

funny how many times that saying runs through my head. We each have our own likes and dislikes, to which we cannot, nor should not, be forced to see through another's eyes.
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Needle In A Hay Stack
Posted:Dec 5, 2020 9:56 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

Seems like looking for someone on or any site can be tough if you are not gifted with a body or whatever that fits what so many eyes seek. You are lost in a bunch of hay. Then one comes along and finds you. You do feel like a fit. Your chat seems mutual as bodies get excited and wet in mutual ways. Yes, there are limitations, but at least the needle has been found. Time spent searching and waiting to be found has run it's course. Alas, for reasons unknown and unexplained, you get tossed back into the hay.

My week reflects this scenario the past week. Someone admired pulls me out of the hay. We chat and flirt using mutual kinks to fill our minds, carry over a day and spark away again. As the sun sets, an attempted chat before bed and POOF! Nothing , nada, ghosted again. Hornier than ever after a day of teasing. Trying to be respectful and patient, not such an easy task at times, Sending a friendly neutral text and one simple reply, but then no more contact, she still dwells on, but no longer is the needle needed? or wanted? or whatever? just not sought anymore it seems.

Mind races with thoughts of wonder. The fit had mutual benefits that can easily be seen, but questions cover me up like strands of hay. Back to looking, hoping for a connection again, Back to just missing the qualities sought by others. Sometimes age, or size or lack of size, or life choices, or distance, or a bale of straws that block me from view, only to be here trying to release a bit of frustration from unanswered and unknown reasons. Wishing my two days off would have produces two getting off, maybe more than once, but at least with another human instead of one's self. Back to sending a message or two to another, like trying to make that needle shimmer to catch an eye, only to have a shadow block the light.

Just a ramble from a mind that is filled with wonder in many unanswered questions. Maybe for reasons unknown such a fit did not and could not be a fit, so I am better off, but it still sucks. My $0.02.
Wanted to save my prose
Posted:Jul 28, 2020 11:19 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2020 8:00 am

A new world order
Has us all sequestered
tightened up the border
so we don't fester

Isolation is no fun
but gotta try
to find as one
and be a happy guy

Turn to things
to pass the time
see what brings
in this bad rhyme.

I do not know why, but I feel like trying to be poetical, but it is what it is
The missed feeling of human contact- just a ramble
Posted:Jul 15, 2020 11:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

While we all have been put away and stuck on a shelf of house arrest only to be freed, but alas, the strings of the yo-yo are snapped back. Some have been lucky to have a wonderful partner with whom they can indulge upon great erotic adventures. Some have been sequestered alone, far away from others. Only brief meetings of others, but no intimate connections for many reasons. Then some meetings, but they seem so one-sided as age plays out the cruel trick of keeping things from standing as stiff as the mind dreams to perform. Like an old bicycle that gets left in the weather, the environment keeps the gears from moving forward and smoothly. The meetings bring hope to see if things work or connect in positive ways, but pleasure given is not returned in like form, so the rust seems to stay and keep the wheels from rolling.

One very bright star does shine, but only a short lived night and the distance too great to make another blissful encounter. What does come forth from the union is that the other rendezvous lack the skill set of a glowing orb mentioned. Such a sensual gem truly is missed. The heat of summer acts as the guardian of house arrest, While free to go out, but to go out where? Bad enough for the mask of profiles to be dealt with than the lack of seeing others without the veil in front in public.

The simple act of going out on a Friday, or really any day/night, to meet and greet, seems so distant now. Share a joke, enjoy a bump, or just a hug instead of an IM or just text type connection. The polar opposite of print surely lacks the warmth of techno color.

just a ramble breed from the boredom of sitting home again alone...
had to put this somewhere
Posted:Mar 24, 2020 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

She answered and things went great, then I moved

She took a chance
to my quiry
we had this dance
things a bit firey

For those who failed
to answer a post
and just bailed
I hate to boast

She is enjoying
what she missed
above and beyond soaring
and having her kitty kissed

But alas, life changed
She was a great gal
Opportunity rearranged
Distance seemed to run a foul

So, here I sit missing
One who took a chance
Back to forever looking
On a bit of romance
The Tide Ebbs And Flows
Posted:Feb 24, 2020 10:43 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

Reflecting on how the body seems just be calm, not really thinking any sexy thoughts, then the wave crashes into my brain; that fills my mind. Stimuli causes my cock to swell as I pinch my nipples and maybe feel parts pucker. Then the ebb cums, shrinking down leaves my tip slippery wet, but now the flow has lingered in the empty spaces. How I long to feel another, to help release each's needs and savior the mutual juices: to taste, feel, smell, see and hear the bliss from our meeting. But, alas, as the ebb and flow of desire has its effect, I sit at this desk, rubbing myself, pinching my nipples, looking at an endless sea of people on thinking of stroking at work because time and distance puts everyone on an island away from my shore.
Sometimes a day in life is like golf
Posted:Aug 27, 2019 9:58 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

In golf, the object is the ball into the hole in a set of strokes, i.e. Par. In a par 4, you should be able sink the putt on your fourth stroke. You can have a great tee shot, crappy shots and sink an almost impossible putt for par and feel so great. Life sometimes plays that way. The day starts great, everything seems fall into place, then a speed bump bounces the day all around. You struggle to correct the error, over correct causing another speed bump. Dealing with the day has your mood in the toilet. When, of an impossible chance, the day is back on track. Those tidbits of crazy just seem disappear. You are back sitting on the edge of your bed thinking how you shot a par for the day. As you lay down enjoying the mind slowing down rest, you think maybe tomorrow, I could get a birdie ( stroke par)
Just curious about why
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 11:43 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2021 3:34 am

Did you ever wonder why? What a question; like letting a full untied balloon lose. Without perimeters, the question just bounces wherever it wants. It seems, after reading many profiles, that many of us fear to connect on I had one great connection with a really great gal, but life decided to throw me a tailor-made job opportunity which moved me 300 miles away. Instead of letting time dictate what would happen, she threw in the towel and broke it off. I get that and can see her point, but we had a great friendship, communicated well and were very compatible. Now, as time has passed, I find myself wondering and missing that friendship, not to mention our mutual enjoyment, but to go from conversations in great detail to one word or syllable answers, just hurts. We could still be helping each other in many ways.

So asking "why" after so many months of trying to with someone to finally be answered, to going back to being invisible once again, WHY popped into my thoughts tonight as I sit here alone in a room a friend's house, missing the feeling of a body next to . I get I am not tall, skinny, hung and the fancy cover most will pull off the shelf, but least my pages are full of vivid details that brings a great tale.

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