Sunday, November 30, 2014

Boy Toy Goes Lymph-Viagra Fails

Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same  passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever.

Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis.

It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before.

When the moment of truth came the stinking Viagra would not work. My ticket to ride into this persons life was through a great sexual experience as we had had in the past and all I had to offer was a lymph dick, a still  talented tongue and a bunch of excuses about how the Viagra didn't work because of all the food and drink that had absorbed it's potency. It was a lame excuse. I needed my dick

 I flew home shortly thereafter and stayed in the house clinically depressed for several days. My sugar mama said to see a shrink and she would pay. I did.. He gave me a strong anti-depressant and a prescription that I actually filled for a long term SSRI 
 medicine for OCD and depression.

Here is hoping 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Old Love Junkie

 There we were. Two 63 year old adults wrestling around on her sofa like high school kids. Me, trying for weeks to get in her pants. She, holding me off continuously insisting that necking and petting was all we would ever do. But, boy it was hot. Hot kisses, hot touching all over. So hot that she agreed to go in the other room and change into something flimsier and easier for me to get at.

 I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.

 I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. Her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped as she stared at me. "Whats this"/ she asked. "I didn't tell you to take off your clothes. "I thought it was time" I shot back. Then, I grabbed her hand and put it on my hungry, elongated cock. She squeezed it and starting to stroke it as I furiously stuck my hand down her pants. I felt that moist, sweet, hot pussy and I too started to stroke. She got into it instantly. All her resistance evaporated.

 The rest was academic.  We ripped the rest of our clothes off and we made love like jungle animals.  The love we made was so hot and passionate for so long that I thought we would swallow up each others bodies. The lovemaking was endless and it was perfect. Here I was. The guy who she insisted she only wanted to be friends with and I had gotten to her soul. She looked at me after she had come the third time. She saw me with different eyes now. "You broke me" she muttered as I smiled widely. "I know" "Are you proud of yourself? she asked. "Yes" I answered honestly. Thrilled was a better word. Then, although I couldn't understand her reasoning she sent me home. She said she had to be alone to think about all that had happened.

Now, I am sitting at Starbucks alone. She has only seen me a few times since that night which was about a month ago. She has avoided being alone with me again. The harder I tried to get her under my seductive power the more she struggled to not get intimate again. Then as I got more irritated she started to realize that everything with me was about the chase and the kill. She became very disinterested quickly.

Last night, she blew me off probably for the final time. She told me no, no, no. She would not see me again.
 So, back to match.com and loneliness, and driving my cab around and around wishing I could start gambling compulsively again to relieve the misery and loneliness that is my life.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Rich Incognito for Chicago Bears Coach

What are the Score's listener ratings since the Chicago Bears tragic loss to Green Bay on Sunday? I would like to know the answer. So, Score, with all your savage, vicious, taunting of coach Marc Trestman, Jay Cutler and the entire Bears organization wouldn't you rather the Bears kept losing so your ratings can stay high?. Every Bear loss is more advertising dollars in the pockets of the Score pigs.

 The two tomato cans who are the most full of shit are Doug Buffone. Yeah, you Dougie and you  O'Bradobitch. Isn't it nice to get your old nasty rocks off screaming and yelling in idiotic tantrums after each Bear loss. Meanwhile, you bust outs both have shit for brains in the business world, and you would have nothing at all to do if the Bears started winning. You need to be on the attack or who would. listen to a couple of broken down loudmouths?  

 I  heard only soft, non-confrontational questions being asked of Trestman at his news conference. He was not attacked nor was he interrupted when he spoke. That is because the taunting, bullying reporters are not so brave face to face. Back when Ditka was the coach all the news people and other Chicago media people were intimidated by DA Coach. They did not have the balls to ask hard questions to his face for fear Iron Mike would break their noses if they got him angry.

Remember folks. It is all about the money. The more the Bears keep losing  the more you fans scream in legitimate pain. And, the more money you are all worth to the Score and the newspapers. Your fury lines their pockets and everyone knows that fact except most of you Bear fans or should I say Bear suckers. You are being played by the reporters and the advertisers who support them.

I think Rich Incognito should be the Chicago Bears new head coach or put in some position where he must deal with reporters. How about director of PR?

The Bears would have to draft a hold harmless document and then turn him loose on the Chicago media bullies. I would love to see that.