DAVID'S PLACE:

Here I sit. I am a 66 year old male with absolutely no life. I have lived it already with very little success. I live nicely in a studio penthouse My old time rich ex-girlfriend pretty much supports me. I have enough money, with her constant help to be ver comfortable.  My health is OK although I do need prostate surgery eventually. I woke up this morning about 11.30.  I was going to get dressed and go to work. I work for a private taxi service. I have beenj divorced for 25 years. I have a family including 3 kids and 3 grandchildren but I am alone. I know many people from a life filled with owning a big business, playing ball, gambling,  and going out with many women.  Bu, I am so all alone now.. I decided to cook some pork chops I bought yesterday. Then, I did get dressed and ate the  pork chops. Instead of leaving I turned on the TV program Cops and have sat here for 3 hours watching episode after episode.. I am so depressed I cannot put it into other wo...

As a 66 year old expert male player on match.com I will share with you a sure fire method of finding out if you are a player. A player  is a good looking guy that easily gets the girls. My formula goes no deeper then it being a system for you ex- jocks who want to know if you still have what it takes to attract women with your looks alone.  It is very easy to use..By the way, it is not for you dreamers who think that what you write in your emails really matters. I repeat. Success with online dating is all about looks. At least it is with the fancy ass women on match and other sites. That is shallow and superficial but trust me. I  am right.  That is how it works. You will know how physically appealing you are on match.com or any other dating site very quickly. So, try this method and you can evaluate your appeal.You get an instant judgement. Decide on your requirements regarding age, location, financia...

Cmon Barack. Major torture of prisoners going on at the CIA and you did not know about it? The atrocities taking place that you did not admit to because you were kept in the dark.? Who knew what and when?  Many people at the C.I.A and other places knew for sure. But, no one came forward. It was all a cover up? A giant conspiracy?  Even us gullible Americans are not stupid enough to believe that. Did Chuck Hagel find out and confront you about it?  Then, did he resign because you did not have the balls to tell the American people of this C.I.A lethal torture. And, Hagel would not be part of it so he let you force him out of office. . Obama, why don't you buy a house with Bush Jr. and sit around talking to each other about all the lies you both told us Americans. Or, talk to each other about how stupid each of you are for not knowing what the fuck was going on  your watches. Yeah Obama. About that transparency you promised. You are about a...

I started to write down the names of all the people who have bullied me, both physically and psychologically, in my life and I realize that I could write forever about those experiences. It all started when I was a very little boy. I was afraid to fight back when I was harassed and soon everyone had my number. Even though I was popular and a good athlete bullies would find me and pick up on my vulnerability. So, eventually at school, in the playground, at a party or the movies, anywhere at all, a bully would test me and see that I would not stand up for myself. So, besides the shame and disgrace I felt then I would have to constantly be fearful of being around that guy. Hyper vigilance and constant anxiety became the cornerstones of my existence. I am now 65 years old and things have not changed except the ages of the people who test me to see if I will become their victim. I can still be easily intimidated if a bully knows what to say or do to get in my head. I have used so m...

My high school girlfriends mother was the hottest hunk of refined white, sexy trash you could imagine. She had red hair, big tits and a beautiful round ass. I fantasized about her endlessly as I banged her very good looking daughter. She was the original Mrs Robinson. She always wore high heels, flimsy skirts and had those perfect arms ala Marilyn Monroe. which swung from her shoulders. At about 5'7" tall and at the age of 34 she was the ultimate bomb to me  eighteen years old at the time and boiling with lust. I had always had this thing for older women and she was the dream. Her husband was a long distance tuck driver who was gone many nights. Sometimes, I would come over on the pretense of seeing her daughter even when I knew her daughter would not be home. My Mrs. Robinson would sit at the kitchen table smoking cigarettes in a scanty and barely respectable house coat. She and I would often play gin rummy. One of those times she mentioned that her ol...

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 ...

 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. He...