My Second Act
Welcome to my blog! Definitely better than my first Act!! You'll find my plot points, some some good lines, and so-so acting in this Second Act! Hopefully it's worth the admission ticket!! Thanks for stopping by!
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Thoughts on the GF...and On Being a GF and a Wife
Veröffentlicht:26. September 2021, 14:10 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:3. Oktober 2021, 9:35 Uhr
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I thought about her last night. At 2 a.m. as I lay awake in bed, I even offered up a little prayer for her well-being. That sounds crazy I know.

I may not like her. I may not ever want to meet her. I may never forgive her for the time she has taken my hubs away from me. I may always resent her for her demands and expectations she’s put on my hubs. But I would never wish the health problems and what she’s gone through the past year or so on anyone.

Not even her.

I thought about our similarities and our differences. Similarly, she has been the extracurricular other woman in my hubs’ life for the last three or four years. I’ve never been THE other woman in a man’s life, but I’ve been ONE of the other women in men’s lives. I mean, even if I have been the sole focus in a gentleman’s life at the time, 100% of the married/attached men I’ve been with this past year have had others on the side throughout their marriages [Oh the stories they tell!! ]

Knowing that, and knowing I have a moorage with my own marriage and family, I have NO expectations of the time I spend with the men I meet. I think I might be a bit of an anomaly in that. Even though I’m a solo flyer on this site, I am truly a no strings/no drama mama!

I feel a lot of women, whether on this site or others, have expectations of a relationship. We women tend to go down that road; our imaginations work overtime in the “what if” fantasy department. We tend to always look to the future and what could lie ahead. Admittedly, sometimes my mind does that with the intriguing men I’ve met. But it’s a brief excursion at best.

My friend, Gilfy, has done that as well. It’s interesting because she’s usually pretty practical and level-headed in most things. But she’s casually seeing a married man, one she’s known for years; way before he was married. There’s an intimacy in there that one does not have in a regular casual relationship. She told me about their latest conversation that ended with her cutting off communication for a bit.

“He told me he slept with his wife!” she lamented.

“Ummm, of course he did, they’re married” I thought to myself.

As she related her story to me, I of marveled at myself for my situation in that moment. Her complaint, that he would actually make love to someone else [uh, again…his WIFE] was ironic to me. It was as if I was having a conversation with the hub’s GF right then. I wondered if Gilfy realized what she was saying and to whom she was saying it to. “I told him that if he was with me, I didn’t want him fucking anyone else!”

WOW! That’s demanding, I thought. Does she really have a right to say that? I pondered it for a while. Is this an example of self-love on her part or her control issues? This is where being understanding or accepting of one’s place in the triangle is important.

It’s where monogamy and non-monogamy collide.

As my hubs has met others, and he tells me about their interactions/conversations [not about ALL of his interactions, tho’ I am curious…], I caution him about this aspect of women. “Be careful there! She might be expecting more than what you’re willing to give!!!”

Yeah, we talk openly about the women he’s met. No, he doesn’t tell me EVERYTHING that goes on between them, but he does tell me about them. I know they exist, at least. They, on the other hand, do not know I exist; or that I am around.

Recently he apologized to me for making our life so weird.

I appreciated that statement. I think that was the most normal thing I’ve heard in a long time...

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HNW on Thursday - HOBBIES
Veröffentlicht:23. September 2021, 10:04 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:8. November 2021, 13:35 Uhr
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This might be a long one, with lots of pictures. [Tease!]

It's really more about my art hobby. I love create. I say in my profile that I am an artist... because I DO ART. Not professionally; though I've taught ...that's professional, right?

My art is considered "Whimsical" in the respect that 's not realistic - I don't think I have the patience be realistic.

's a very personal journey for me.

I do for the exploration and the "therapy" of . Most of what I'm posting is coming from personal art journals that chronicled my life at the time.
This is when I was rehabbing from a stroke.
So, yeah, this is of a very intimate post.

I love collage and mixed media, and include in most of my work.

These are entitled "Man-Handled" & "Camel Toe"

I don't usually have an end result in mind. I just start with a product and see where it goes.

I sometimes use found objects in my art to help convey my own personal symbolism: keys, bottles, different types of found scrap papers.

Sometimes I write poetry to go with it...ekphrastic poetry; in fact, I Iove the combination of the two. It's the process that is so relaxing.

I haven't created any art in a long time...other creative ventures have taken over my time and my space.

But, I hope come back someday.

Happy HNW, y'all!
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ASMR – Shhh!...Sensuous Listening here!
Veröffentlicht:5. September 2021, 14:19 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:7. September 2021, 8:04 Uhr
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ASMR, have you heard of it?

It stands for Autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR), sometimes referred to as auto sensory meridian response.

I know, potato, pahtato, right?

ASMR is a tingling sensation that typically begins on the scalp and moves down the back of the neck and upper spine. I’ve had that reaction when someone touches my head, which is not uncommon, I’m learning.

“A pleasant form of paresthesia, it has been compared with auditory-tactile synesthesia and may overlap with frisson.” [taken from Wikipedia]

Okay lots of technical terms, but one I can physically relate to is Frisson. Frisson is the name of the autonomic reaction where one gets “goosebumps” on the arms at, say, the sound of fingernails scraping a chalkboard. OMG, I’m feeling it on my thigh just writing this!!

ASMR has been a “thing” on youtube for a while. I never understood the attraction of watching a youtube video with audio in a whispered format. I listened once; it just sounded like the content creator had a bad case of laryngitis.

I don’t get it.

Wikipedia has noted that there are some who report such a euphoric event tantamount to an orgasm…hmmm…maybe in a tantric of way, I wonder??

There are now even channels to watch ASMRotica. Yup!

I found an older clip of an ASMRotica pioneer that I read about in researching this.
The vid was about her sucking on a lollipop.

A rainbow lollipop.

A rainbow lollipop in an elongated shape.

Yep. Eleven minutes of her eating a dick shaped lollipop in front of the camera. She’s had about 89,000 views. In another, she erotically eats her chicken salad. 20,000 views on that one. The trick, she said in the article, was to slow the words down; Enunciate. Every. Consonant. Watching and listening to her…well, I just have to say, she gives good sounds!

As I watched the lollipop vid, it made me think of the old “Flashdance” scene where the young heroine is eating lobster with her dashing date in a restaurant. “How’s the lobster?” he asks. “It sucks” her sexy reply, as she slurps the meat…

ASMR runs the gamut in sounds from whispered words to paper scrunching, to hair brushing. Yup, someone actually makes money on a video that shows her brushing her hair for an hour! Maybe I should try that??? To be honest, I never spend that much time on my hair!


I must admit, I fell victim to the mesmerizing quality of ASMR in a youtuber I am currently following. This twenty-something is somewhat of a sensation in the youtube world. She is living off the grid in a tiny house somewhere in my state. She sometimes has to climb a meadowed mountain just to get cell service. She picks elderberries along the way; bathes in a shallow river stream; weaves her own wool for a warm poncho; and farms organically, of course.

Along with sweeping vistas and her cuteness in the river and out, are the correlating sounds. Everything from the flowing water to the carrots being pulled out of the earth, to her grinding her coffee beans and pouring the boiling hot water into the coffee mug is recorded and shared.

I didn’t notice I was captured by it until I made my own coffee after watching her latest video. I listened with intensity as I poured the water I heard it drip though the grounds and hit the glass coffee pot. I closed my eyes for a moment as I heard the gentle rotation of my spoon stirring in the cream. Then the tinkling tappity tap of the spoon as I caught the drips off the spoon into my mug.

It conjured up a radio show from my youth.
Back when AM was king, and the radio announcers were local celebrities. KISN was the premier station to listen to where I lived. Then as now, they would run contests for listeners to call in. This one time they ran an audio contest, “What is it?”, where they would record a sound and the callers would try to identify what they were hearing. They played that audio clip over and over, for a couple of weeks at least. No one could figure out what that sound was! Finally, a caller sheepishly asked, “Is it a plastic spoon in a coffee cup?” It was the right answer and the caller whooped and hollered right along with the DJ that day!

If anything, slowing down to hear, really hear something, has given me a sense of mindfulness that I can so easily ignore most days. It gave me a feeling of meditative calm; of being in the present, the now and connected me to the mundanity of my existence in a fresh way.

Who would’ve ever thought that making coffee could be so sensual??

What about you? Any sounds conjure up peace and serenity for you? Or better, what sounds might turn you on when you really think about it?
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HNW - To Cap it off - Play Ball!
Veröffentlicht:1. September 2021, 10:23 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:29. Oktober 2021, 16:11 Uhr
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didn't realize how much of a collection of Baseball caps I own until I did this!!

Then it was Hats off to you!

Then my pussy wanted to be in the picture too!

Happy HNW, y'all!

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Episode...oh hell, I lost count! An Evening of Flirty Fun!
Veröffentlicht:31. August 2021, 1:28 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:6. September 2021, 10:15 Uhr
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I like the flirty fun that comes with this site. I am most attracted to those that can turn a clever phrase, write poetry or are quick-witted with one-liners that make me smile. That’s what caught me with TOG, if you‘ve been following my earlier posts at all. [See “TOG and The Bistro”]

Another hottie I chat with calls me his “Sherpa”; as if I could be his guide on this site, LOL!! We exchange some hot and hilarious comments/check-ins every month or so. We report to each other about our journey on here so far. We’ve yet to meet; tho’ I once got lost heading to see another friend [more on that later! ] and ended up turning my car around in the parking lot of his office. We’ve planned some excellent adventures and ventures, he and I. I think we would make excellent business partners!

So yes, I love the flirty, sexy fun of it. Stimulating conversation and/or simply being attracted to someone in the first place.

It just happened a couple weeks ago on a Tuesday night.

We were out listening to music at a neighborhood pub. We go there regularly for the open mic jam so the hubs has opportunity to play. The music is a variety, mainly bluesy. It’s a brew pub that has the music on the back patio with an outdoor seating area made up of a few sturdy picnic tables and benches facing the stage and behind them a row of cable spool tables [so popular when we were young folk back in the 70s] and chairs. Often, people bring their dogs.

There was one guy that I had seen there occasionally; usually standing in the back of the venue. I have noticed him before; most times he is there alone. This particular night he had a dog with him. It was a black lab, my favorite! I petted and scratched the dog’s ears as the pooch came my way to say hello. I found out his name; the dog’s name not the guy’s! He was named Jaeger after someone’s favorite liquor.** Jaeger liked me too. Enough so that he sniffed and then lifted his leg and marked his territory on the picnic table leg I was sitting at! He tagged my jeans too! The guy was very embarrassed at Jaeger’s behavior, and put the dog in the dawghouse [his truck]. I told him it was fine, no worries, it’ll wash.

The next thing I knew, the guy is coming towards me with a handful of napkins. I was thinking he was just going to hand them to me so I could clean myself off. Instead he gallantly kneels down in front of me. [yeah, think the prince kneeling to fit the glass slipper on Cinder’s foot!] With my hubs sitting next to me totally unaware of this scene, the guy gently but firmly holds the calf of my leg and starts dabbing at the marked spot on my pant leg.

It was an awkward, but totally sexy moment.

While he concentrated on the task at hand, I concentrated on studying him. He had closely cropped fine chestnut hair with a slight dappling of white on the sides. His hair was the soft and silky textured . The you just REALLY want to run your hands through. He has a chiseled jaw and strong arms. He has etched lines on either side of his mouth; that turned into dimples when he smiled. As he worked on the mark, his bicep flexed and stretched in the early evening sun; his shoulders and chest were defined and slightly exposed through his drab army green tank top. In that moment I fantasized leaning in to the crook of his neck to nuzzle and kiss and lic….at that moment, he was done. He looked up at me. The green shirt made his pale green eyes bright as they of bore in to me. For a second, I was transfixed. With that, I smiled and thanked him. The interlude was over. He then returned to his back of the house spot.

A few minutes later, he startled me as he came up from behind. I jumped when he came from seemingly out of nowhere. He placed his hand on my back and whispered in my ear. The music was loud; [what is it about musicians always turning up the volume as the night goes on??] so one is forced to lean in to hear. Okay, maybe for THAT reason, I didn’t mind the loud.

“Let me buy you a beer, please. I insist. Let’s see, you must be having a ‘Haz me, bro’, right?”

This place has some great names for their custom brews, from “Haz me, bro’” to “Needs More Cowbell”, the reader board with the current offerings always puts a smile on my face.

“Yes! I’m impressed you can tell just by looking at it”, I said, now fully recovered from the shock/joy of him bending down so near me.

“Can I buy him one too?” he said with his head inclined towards the hubs.

“Honey! He wants to buy you a beer! Do you want another one?” The hubs, so engrossed in the music, didn’t notice that the guy was so close to me…or maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t mind.

He came back with the beers and I invited him to sit at our table, across from me. He preferred to kneel between me and the hubs. They talked music for a bit. I sipped my beer and listened, joining in occasionally.

The house band played one of their usual songs, a danceable one. The regular dancers were there, along with a few new ones. The cute boho couple [*boho* a style reminiscent of the 70s, hippie movement.] The woman had a long flowing dress on, Birkenstocks, and a floppy brimmed hat. Her partner was decked in jeans and a t-shirt with a heavy metal graphic on it. There was our regular sweetheart 80-year-old! A spry wisp of a woman who can go so low and crouch down and back up without a hitch! Puts even the 30 year olds to shame! Turns out she’s a former go-go dancer from back in the day – Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-in! She loves to tease the conga player, and make him blush as she gyrates her hips close to him right at his eye level.

Two beers in and I was up there with them, hips moving, arms floating, hair tossing, feeling free and open, and sexy, and well, a little tipsy. I caught him watching me as I moved. Or maybe he was watching the guitar solo…hmmm, hard to tell. But there was a fresh beer waiting for me back at our table.

After the last set had finished I went to where he was standing to thank him again for the beers. It was then that I found out his name, and learned a bit more about him. I laughed at his words, gently touching his forearm as I did. I have an instinctive thing about touching an arm in order to secure one’s attention. I don’t even realize I do it, really. But this time it wasn’t instinctive, it was intentional.

All that flirting was fun. I’ve never done it right in front of the hubs before. It was harmless, really. As we walked to our car, I looked back at him. He was looking too. I turned back and smiled.

Hope I see him again…the dog, I mean

**If I had named my pet after my fav liquor…it would be Tito – would be a good name for a pet, dontcha think?

What about you? Are you a harmless flirt?

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Fakery, F*ckery, Scams and Shams
Veröffentlicht:19. August 2021, 18:38 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:25. August 2021, 7:31 Uhr
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There have been lots of comments and posts lately about the fakery, fuckery, shams, scams and bots on here. I think we have all suffered a few. But I just have to laugh. Some are downright hilarious. So far on this journey, I’ve had:

• A professional Athlete:
Yup, a professional football player [complete with his jersey number prominently displayed and his publicity shot; the “I’m so good as a running back; or whatever position it was, leaping over the opponent” autographed action pic] – yeah, right! Now, who would be that open about themselves being on a site like this?? Especially during their season??

• A Sugar Daddy [at my age???]
Then I had a guy clear on the other side of the states propose to be my very own, personal Sugar Daddy. No strings attached. Money no object! He wanted me to call his phone number to get things rolling immediately!!

• A Famous Musician
The latest incarnation of fakes ‘n fuckery was last week when I got a message supposedly from Keith Urban. Yep, the cute rockin’ Country singer married to Nicole Kidman. OMG! Who’s he kiddin’ man??? [okay, I couldn’t resist, the pun was right there in front of me waiting to be typed! Lol]
Not only were there pics of him, but he said he was looking for new fans…what’s he gonna do, cam his concerts on here??!! Couldn’t he just buy thousands of fans on Instagram or twitter to bump his numbers up like all the other influencers?

Speaking of Instagram…I went on there for business reasons. Instagram for me, aka “the techno-tard”, has a steep learning curve [well, that and Pinterest!]. It took getting a lesson from my millennial co-worker for me to figure the app out. During this time though, I received a post from none other than Prince Harry! Imagine that?!!! Yeah, Prince Harry reached out to me for help on his Instagram account!! Oh wait! Maybe it was Prince Andrew…

sigh, you know, so many princes, so little time!

Seriously, though, does reporting these do any good? Are they bots? Jokesters? Or really shy folks who hide behind more aliases than a regular username?

How about you? Any brushes with, ahem, “fame” on this site?? Or any fun fakes to share??
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Sundae Sunday
Veröffentlicht:15. August 2021, 8:16 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:16. August 2021, 0:30 Uhr
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I know we are past the Ice Cream on Half Nekkid Wednesday, but couldn't we celebrate it all week?? My friend sent me this in honor of that deliciously drippy dessert, so I thought I would share it, with his permission, of course! He's a talented poet and has sent me some amazing [and amusing] sensuous poems throughout this past year.

Enjoy this like a long lick of a soft serve cone on a lazy August day!!

Ice Cream

I could be patient
and wait upon the step,
eager to see you dance in through the door
with anticipation on your breath.

I could be the tourist
standing next in line,
I may see your eyes aglow
as desires flicker 'cross your mind.

I could be your server
and gently caress your creamy treat.
Or "accidentally" feel the brush of skin
as our transaction becomes complete.

But I'm sure you see where this is going,
the purpose of this poem?
If I could be anything at all,
I would choose to be the cone.

Oh, to feel your warm firm grasp,
warming lips and breath of hottest steam,
there are many fantasies for me to contemplate,
But I choose to be

Ice cream.
by washingtoney

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Episode XI: Strange Sex
Veröffentlicht:14. August 2021, 9:24 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. September 2021, 0:27 Uhr
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He texted me before I got there.
"Horny?", he asked.
"More nervous than anything." my response.
"Why baby? No pressure. I am the utmost respectful."

It was strange.
I wanted to talk a bit. He didn't.
I wanted a drin He did not.

Our greeting was a kiss, an initial hello before it became an exploring, tasting adventure.
More kisses and hugs that felt out the merchandise like squeezing a melon or avocado for ripeness.

He lifted my shirt and pulled down my bra revealing my pinkness. He admired them for a moment then started gently sucking. I started to moan.
He sat next to me on the bed. As he did, he reached behind rubbed my lower back, and continuing down, felt my buttocks; my silk undewear made it easy for my jeans to slide off.
He was already hard, and stripped to his underwear. He said, “not yet".

He reached inside my panties and his fingers explored. He dipped his fingers into me and his eyes closed, head tilted bac
"Do you like that?" he said as he began to work his hand furiously. "Fuck it", he said, "let yourself go! Fuck it!"
It felt good and familiar and new all at the same time.
He touched my clit and explored, paying close attention to its needs.
I looked longingly at the bulge in his underwear.

"You want it, don't you?"
I bit my lip and looked longingly.
"Yes", I said, my voice husky with desire.

It was thick, I didn't know if I could take it. With him standing and me sitting on the bed I began to suck, slow at first. Then grabbing his hips as he thrust in my mouth.
"You like it, don't you?" he said.
I looked up and smiled at him while my hand worked up and down his shaft. I went back to my wor I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I could taste him as the precum seeped out. I went deeper trying to take him all in. I gagged a little but it was worth it. Then he said, "No, I don't want to cum yet".

He grabbed my hips and said “Get over here and ride this".

The first time hurt so good. I slid onto him gently.He knew what he doing; he guided our interlude quietly but firmly. I liked it.
I moved and wiggled, my body becoming so alive to each extraordinary feeling: the fullness of him inside me, the wetness of it, the movement, bringing him to cum inside me! GLORIOUS!

He was really desirous that I experience the big O with him. He wanted me to experience the biggest orgasm I've ever had with him. But truth be told, I've never had big orgasms. I have wave after roiling wave of pleasure but not the big “Oh My God, yes, Yes,YES!!”, that Meg Ryan so deftly illustrated in "When Harry Met Sally". In fact, I think the big O is part of the performance anxieties that I had in my younger years. I'm hoping that with this exploration, this journey, I'm now on, I will finally experience the Biggest OH!

Guess you could say it's on my bucket list.

I surprised myself that I liked it so much. I never thought of myself as someone who would bed just anyone; but this site, this smorgasbord of opportunity is so vast to me. Each person I've been with is so different; so confident in their ability to make women feel good. And although there's a consistency with my hubs and my recurring partners, every once in a while, a little strange sex can doeth good, like a medicine.
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HNW Ice Cream
Veröffentlicht:11. August 2021, 9:52 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. August 2021, 21:26 Uhr
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My favorite guys and my favorite flava!
Happy HNW!

We all SCREAM for Ice Cream!
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HNW - Wet T-shirt - XXX
Veröffentlicht:28. Juli 2021, 8:59 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:2. Oktober 2021, 6:21 Uhr
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You can always drive it in - Best place around to get your thirst quenched!

Sometimes ya just gotta squeeze a bit to get all the flavor!!

If all else fails, there's always a Tank Top!

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About that replacement phone…can someone say, “OOPS!”
Veröffentlicht:23. Juli 2021, 9:54 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:3. November 2021, 0:02 Uhr
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I have that coffee mug. I’m drinking out of right now. suits me for how this week is going.**

The insurance covered a new phone. I’ve got it right here beside me. Sitting tweeting me occasionally, letting me know ’s .

I was able get most everything restored on the phone, thank you, google. And yes, even got a new passcode on .

But ’s on life support. Yes, tweets that I’ve got a or phone , but I can’t do anything about . The screen is black.

’s not its fault. It’s mine. I didn’t have it for even one day and I dropped it. Tripped on a rock in the backyard and it fell out of the pocket on my robe onto the rocks with a hard crash. I didn’t have a protective case for it yet. It was evening. I didn't see the rock. I was chasing my cat to get him inside.

So for the second time in a week I was at the phone store yesterday.

And on the phone with the insurance company for the phone. And exchanging emails with the insurance company. And resending emails with the insurance company after three phone calls.

Still can’t get the phone without the hubs’ ID because he’s the primary on the account.

Two claims in one week on the phone…shit, I’d be suspicious if I were them too! But, it’s true. It’s what happened.

Been a helluva week.

** Hope I’m not being politically incorrect about blondes, not my intention. I am one nowadays!**
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HNW - M or N
Veröffentlicht:21. Juli 2021, 9:17 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:10. August 2021, 16:21 Uhr
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Yes, I did it and on the correct day, too! Annnd I got both the M and N! Ta-dah!!

My friend makes these incredible jewelry items. I love the steampunk look with the mixed metals - bronze and silver and gold together.

I have a bit of a collection...

I couldn't decide which one to show, so...why not all of them!?
In my world, more is MORE!

Happy HNW, y'all!
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Veröffentlicht:18. Juli 2021, 8:01 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:21. Juli 2021, 7:05 Uhr
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That sounds intriguing enough, doesn’t it? Like stolen kisses, or glances. But no, this isn’t that of a post.

My phone was stolen yesterday. It had everything on it…not bank or credit info, but everything personal. EVERYTHING! My contacts, my photos, my recordings [Milf & Gilf podcasts], my emails, my writings, my thoughts…my very personal thoughts and writings, Gone! Poof! Writings that I used to write my blogposts with. Writings that held info for my social media postings for my online business.

I know, I know…it should have been locked, with a passcode, but I didn’t have that on my phone. That was my bad! I will now, however!!

I think it was an employee at the thrift store I was at. We could track it until its last pinged location…30 minutes away, right after I got home, right at the time of a shift change. It was at the store when we first started tracking it from the hub’s phone and at about 6:07 we watched it start moving. Then the locater app got turned off.

I have insurance on the phone. A new one is on its way; after $9 deductible.

It just galls me that people would even think to steal like that. Never would I ever think to do that to another person! The thought makes me sick to my stomach!

It galls me to think that someone out there had access to know everything about me; my private thoughts, my life…my sordid, sexy life. Someone was having some titillating reading during their break!! We wiped the phone remotely once I got home from the phone store. My son, the millennial, scolded me for not having a passcode…okay, I deserved that one. I was careless. Did I want to be “outed” like that? I mean, secretly, did I? No, if I’m going to be open about my lifestyle choice, I want it to be on my terms, not by some random twat-face thief! Okay, maybe I need to edit myself there.

It’s just that…

I kinda dislike people intensely right now. This might get banned if I used the h- word.

I’ll get over it. Life goes on.

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