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Hump Day: The Pose

Tittie Tuesday: Behind the Curtain

Ok, so some of you have been asking me about my husband and my marriage, and up until now, I have just not felt like talking about it.

 

I mean, I am not looking for advice or anything like that. I know you are curious. I know that. So, I've decided to give you a little peak into my life.

 

I've been married for a while. My husband is a super nice guy. We get along very well. Our beliefs and opinions are very compatible, and we discuss shit a lot. There are things about him I don't love, though. As time has gone by, he has become less and less affectionate. I don't know why. Not that when we were dating and first married was he a love bug. He was not. Some people are touchers. I am one. He is not one. I want a lot of physical contact, and he doesn't.

 

When we were first married, I'd say we had sex 3-4 times a week. Then for a long time, it was about 1-2 times a week. Then it got less frequent. Now mind you, when it started to get less frequent, he was under a lot of job stress. That may have had something to do with the decline. Now, now. I hear some of you, especially you, anon!, thinking I let myself go - I got fat, gray hair and wrinkles. All I can say is no, no, and no. I haven't changed much at all, since we've been married. Hairstyle, yes, but not much more than that.

 

So, the last time we had sex, we had something odd happen. He went on and on, pumping and pumping, well past the normal time of about 15-20 minutes.

 

We were both sweaty and tired, and no longer in the mood. He finally stopped, and said something like "I think we're done", or something like that. We never talked about it. I'm not sure what that was about. We have not tried again since then. Oh, and he really hasn't been under any stress for the last couple of years.

 

That was about 3 years ago....

Games On

John and I finish talking. I know his lunch hour is almost over. I pull his pant leg..

"Come here" I motion for him to come closer.
He pops up..heads to the open front door and  closes it and returns to the couch and bends over at the waist and kisses me..our tongues touch..he sits and we continue making out.

"Very nice" I say when we come up for breath.

He looks at his phone and times about up. He stands and walks toward the door as he straightens his shirt and re-tucks it into his pants.. I walk up behind him..wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck..he turns and kisses me again on the mouth. I slide my hands under his shirt..feel his chest..then around his back down his pants. He pulls me into the bathroom nearby and we continue to kiss. I feel his rock hard cock..and pre-cum on my hands. We make out some more..and then....we stop.

"I gotta go" he says.

We straighten ourselves up..and walk towards the door. He kisses me goodbye before opening.

No fucking. No sex.

But im not complaining...its all good...very nice.

Jay Crosses the Line: The Decision

I've known my whole life that I'm attracted to men, and women, but more so men. As a kid, going through my dad's extensive porn magazine collection, my favorites were Penthouse because they showed pictures of men. Penthouse letters were even better. I've known my whole life, at least that part of my life worth remembering. But I never acted on it (until recently). For most of my life, the most I had ever done to explore this side of my sexuality was to write about it. I wrote in my own private journals about the boys I had crushed on in High School. And I wrote x-rated short stories. I wrote to men I found on online.

 

You would think I would be a prime candidate for one of those situations where boys fool around with each other. But no, I never sought or was presented with the opportunity to explore, unless you count an extremely awkward experience with a neighborhood kid when I was 5. No tomfoolery in the locker room, no fun on camping trips, no sleepovers. I am shy. My whole life I've been shy. I don't know why. It is not necessarily a trait common in my family. Maybe it was because I was constantly moving around growing up, so I never had a steady group of friends. Maybe it was my homosexual side causing insecurities. Maybe it was my heterosexual side confusing my homosexual side. I just don't know.

 

I can't tell you the exhilaration I felt when I made the decision to finally explore that side of myself. Keep in mind, I had no plans, no opportunities, and I was married and in love. All that changed was my resolve and my determination. Just that decision alone got my heart pumping. Every time I thought about what I had decided to do, my heart started pumping. I reconciled my mixed feelings on longing, guilt, and fear (at least for the moment).

 

Technology certainly played it's part. The advent of new mobile apps such as Grindr made it extremely easy to find guys. By the time I downloaded Grindr, I already had a couple of ongoing, online, conversations with men I found in other parts of the world. Chatting online was my release. Sexting, emailing, etc. But these guys were safe, because they were at least hundreds of miles away. There was absolutely no chance of accepting an invitation to hookup. Grindr changed that. When I began chatting with guys on Grindr, they were in my own backyard. The invitations were real. I really could just slip away for an hour or two and fulfill my fantasies. Even still, I was on Grindr for months before making the decision to act. The conversations were more exciting, because the possibilities were more real. I didn't actually think I was going to act on them though.

 

The day I made the decision to act changed everything. Every chat on Grindr had the added excitement of a real opportunity. Every invitation got my pulse racing, and my dick throbbing. I remember one guy, who was working at a bank next to the grocery store where I was currently shopping, begged me to stop by for a few minutes before going back home. That chat forced me to hide my erection behind the shopping cart the entire shopping trip. I downloaded other apps, Growlr and Scruff. I began responding to ads on craiglists a little too.

 

I didn't meet the guy at the bank. Those of you who followed my blog know that even after I made the decision, it still took me quite a bit of time to muster up the courage to actually act. I enjoyed riding the wave of my new found thrill, chatting with real possibilities. Every time I left my house, to go to work, to go to the store, I turned on those apps to see what real possibilities were out there. Just making The Decision to act, not now, but at some point in the future satiated my desires. Even if just for a short time.

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Hump Day: Some Hip

 

 

Tittie Tuesday: Book It Now

So, I'm at work the other day. I work part time in a cute bookstore, in case you forgot. We are busy, and there is a line in front of the cashiers, of which I am one.

 

Suddenly, I hear this booming voice say "Next in Line!" What? Wow! Where did that come from? I look behind me at the row of cashiers, and there he is. He looks like a Nordic warrior or something. He's super, super hot! He's totally my type of yummy man. He's very tall, 6'3" or 4". He's got short blonde hair - not crew cut short, just short hair, and bright blue eyes. He has some scruff of blonde hair on his chin - a tiny bit long for my taste, but it suits him. He's superbly built. I can tell by looking at him that he's rock solid. Not hugely muscular, just the right amount he can pick me up and throw me on the bed, no problem!
 

So, I keep hearing his deep booming voice, asking for the next customer. I can't resist. At the first opportunity I have when no one is waiting, I turn around, and walk over to him.

"Hi!", I say, and introduce myself to him. He smiles really sweetly, and says, "I'm Josh." "Well, Josh, you've got such a sexy voice, when I hear you ask for the next customer, I feel like I'm going to swoon!" He just laughs, and says, "Yeah?" "Absolutely!", I say. "So please come pick me up off the floor if I happen to collapse." He laughs.
 

I mean, wow. This guy is just made to order. I bet he is probably 23, and I bet birds break into song as he walks down the street. How do some guys who look so freakin hot just walk around in their life, unknowingly wreaking havoc in the hearts of everyone around them? And he's just so sweet, too. He'll do anything for you.
 

He's the perfect prince charming. The other cashiers are kind of middle aged ladies, so I feel like I can hog all of his attention when no customers are around. I saw him again a couple of days ago, and he was not a mirage - still just as hot, sweet and adorable. Sadly, I only work one more day, and then my holiday job comes to an end, and I will be back to being a lady of leisure. I have to make the most of my last day. I hope we are working together....

Match Game

I left to meet "John" at his house as planned. I walked to his front door and saw it was opened..but nobody waiting at the door. So I call. I don't ever like to just walk in to someone's place..not on a CL ad..or Grindr. You never know. Someone could be just saying that and you're walking into some strangers house while he's looking out the window of some other house laughing...or worse.

So, I call him..say I'm at the door and I hear him:

"Come in!"
"Hey..wasn't sure.." I say.

John is dressed in black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a grey button down shirt. He's short - 5'7" maybe? But he's a cuttie. Has some black scruff down to a goatee type small beard. I don't go for bearded guys..but, his facial hair was not at all too much.  His house is nicely furnished and decorated. Everything looked new and clean.

"Sit down." he says.

We sit on the leather sectional. He was very easy to talk to. We chatted for about 20 minutes..about our jobs, about his house - he showed me around. He's getting married soon..very soon  - and his wife, obviously will be moving in. So, I bring up his pending nuptials.

"So, why are you getting married?" I ask.
"What do you mean why?"
"Well, you're getting married..but you're also here..with me. Asked me to come over..isn't that odd? I mean, I get it..I'm living it..just wondering what you're thinking." I explain.
"Well, I want the family life, kids, the house..all of it." he says smiling.
"I get it..I have that. But, it's hard you know?"
He continues smiling...he's got a great smile...but...he's smiling. I'm kinda explaining how I'm torn....

"I love my kids..I wouldn't change that for anything. But it's a hard life. You're living two lives..I mean..I won't speak for you..but I'm living two lives..I know it's wrong. I'm not happy about it..I just ..I'm not trying to convince you..I'm not telling you not to get married...I'm just trying..to give you some friendly advice." I explain.
"I'm good though. It doesn't bother me. I'm cold hearted that way." he says. "It's not like I can come out to family and friends."

Strikes me oddly..this guy..he's getting married to his school yard girlfriend. But..he's into guys..he's me..but..it's 2012..he 25. He shouldn't be rushing into things...but..it's not my place to convince someone - someone I'm meeting for the first time - not to get married. To call off a marriage 1 month before it is to occur.

Yes, it would be devastating for his family, his fiance, to find out the truth - but..better now than later, no?
Or worse yet - live a life..like mine.

Jay Crosses the Line: Losing Control

For the first time ever, I was concerned about losing control. I couldn't have been more than two feet behind him. I was sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs they have in conference halls, sitting around one of those round tables that seats about 10 each. Our chairs were turned, towards the front of the room, at an angle that put the guy in front of me literally between my legs. And I was worried about losing control. I was worried that I was going to forget myself and reach forward to wrap my arms around his waist. I saw myself nuzzling my nose and lips into the nape of his neck as I ran one of my hands down to his crotch. Then I mentally slapped myself, to keep from being made a complete fool.

 

I was attending a business meeting in another state. In all, 30 or 40 of us were there from all around the country. These were my colleagues, people who held the same position as me, and I've never met any of them. The meeting was scheduled to last for two days, and I arrived in the city the night before. I spent a little time in my hotel room looking up online some of the people I might be meeting. I came across a photo of a guy on LinkedIn that caught my eye. The guy was hot! The photo was obviously professionally done, much better than the usual profile pic. But that's not what made the guy hot. It was the dark hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, slight smile. I could tell he was tall, though probably not as tall as me. I like 'em tall. He was my age, which honestly is older than what usually catches my eye. But I never really thought that I would meet the guy. I didn't have any clue as to who was going to be at this meeting. But a little wishful dreaming never hurt, right?

I was dumbfounded when he walked into the meeting hall the next morning. He looked every bit as good as his profile photo. It took me a minute or two to realize I was staring, but I don't think he noticed. After the initial shock I was able to collect myself and regain a little composure. Then a little while after that, I was actually able to push myself outside my comfort zone. I walked up and introduced myself. He was polite, shook my hand and all the normal stuff. Parts of me started to stir when he smiled. He had an awesome smile.

 

He had a tagalong, another guy that followed my guy around every where he went. Tagalong was good looking too, in his own right, but not anywhere in the same league. My guy (Yes, for the duration of the trip he was "my guy") obviously knew he was hot, but he didn't come off as stuck up or full of himself. He just had an air of confidence, he knew he could have anything or anyone he wanted. In my fantasies, he had everyone he wanted. In my fantasies, Tagalong even got a little action too.

Despite my crush, I behaved. I behaved throughout that day's meeting. I behaved at the NBA game later on that evening. I did not behave, however, in my dreams that night, and I was struggling to behave myself the next morning. I was sitting there in the middle of a room filled with people, and I had to interlock my fingers together to keep from "accidentally" giving him a shoulder message. I had to keep shifting my focus away so that I wouldn't accidentally pull his head back and kiss him on the mouth. I doubt I made any impression on him. I was just another colleague in the crowd. I never got the impression that he liked to play with men, except that Tagalong was always just a little too close and a little too happy. I could just be projecting, though. I've never struggled so much to control myself before. I've never been so afraid of doing something completely stupid. Sure, I've lusted after friends and colleagues before, and fantasized about a few. But this was the first time in my life I feared losing myself.
 

I'm ashamed to admit that I still look at his profile picture from time to time. And I am sure that he knows it, because this particular social media service reports that information. I wonder what he thinks of that. The future will hold many more chances for me to make a fool of myself, I am sure. We are colleagues after all, and despite that we live and work on opposite coasts I can come up with many excuses to interact.

 

-Jay Crossed The Line

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Hump Day: The Stare

 

 

Tittie Tuesday: Like Riding A Bike

So, I'm in spin yesterday, and it's about 15 minutes into the class when, ooooh, here comes Mike, walking into the class - late.

I don't know if any of you spin, but in every club I've taken spin classes, they turn off the lights during the class. So, it's kinda dark, but I can still see him go over to the bikes, pull one out, and then he makes eye contact with me. I give him a big smile, then he starts looking around, trying to figure out where to set up his bike. He ends up pulling the bike out only a couple feet from the wall, cuz there is really no more room anywhere for him to set up.
 

He spends the next couple minutes getting his shit together, then he starts to ride. Of course, I am happily looking at his gorgeous arms, since he was kind enough to wear a tank top. He's in bike shorts, too, and you know there's nowhere to hide anything in those! I couldn't see his ass from where I was, but you can't have everything. So, I'm sneaking looks at him, and he's flashing me his cute grin every now and then, but I don't want to make it obvious flirtation, so I try not to ogle him.
 

Then, what does he do? He ends up leaving early, before class is over! He sneaks by me, and as I give him a quizzical look, he says, " I have to go to work."
 

Oh, well. It was nice to see him for the 20 minutes he was in class. Ok, maybe it was 30 minutes, but in my opinion, not near long enough! Things have changed a bit since I got my part time job. I've missed some spin classes, and I kinda feel off my game a bit, not working out as much. I'm veering off the Mike subject, but I'm not seeing him as much since I started working. I'm wondering if it's worth it to ask for certain times off so I won't miss so much spin, but then would that be presumptuous of me, since I am a holiday employee, to assume I will still be working there two weeks from now, when the holidays are over? I think I am going to say something, just in case they keep me on.

I hate missing so much spin, and I hate missing opportunities to see Mike. At this rate, we'll never make it to Starbucks.......

Kinship?

So...the one guy on Grindr that I thought we'd be compatible seemed a little flaky..and we ended up chatting back and forth. He told me he's looking for someone dominant..and a regular fuck buddy. He was married..looking for discreet fun. All sounds pretty good except the dominant thing. I'm far from dominant.

So, option #2 was the guy who had emailed me. Yea, he seemed nice..was somewhat persistent too. Originally, we were going to meet one day, but I had hooked up with someone earlier in the week and I was no longer feelin it if you know what I mean. I mean, my candle was waxed, so to speak, so..my desire to meet..have sex with someone else, wasn't top priority - anymore at least.  But, again..he was persistent - and you gotta give points for persistence, don't ya?

So, we chat online. For a few days He wants to meet..meet at his place..but, I brush him off..until he was just too cute to brush off anymore.  So, I say..let's just meet..meet to say hi. Somewhere..somewhere in between the two of us. After I suggest a place..he suggests another: his place.

"Well, we're not having sex" I say.
"Sex? Why would we be having sex?" he asks.
"Because..you're asking me over. Isn't that where you're heading?"
"No. I'm not having sex with you. You'll have to wait for that." he says.

Oh..do I hear a challenge?!

"So I'm gonna have to wait weeks..months to fuck you?" I ask.
"Well..maybe weeks."

Hey..I'm good with that. I can have sex anytime and with anyone I want pretty much (well not anyone). But, to find someone..you know..someone to have sex with and it really mean something..that's worth waiting for.

Jay Crosses the Line

So here's a little about my new Friday blogger, Jay: He's a 36 year old, married guy with 1 child. Lives in beautiful sunny California (jealous!). Though he's had some bisexual or homosexual tendencies his entire life, he's only recently acted on them. He says "My actions and my feelings have not lessened my love for my wife." His exploration started about a year and a half ago, when he started blogging. He's brought his insightful and very descriptive writing to my blog..and I thank him for it.

Something strange and wonderful happened about a year and a half ago, I decided to grow a pair. I made a decision that I was not going to live life without experiencing the one thing that I most desperately wanted to experience. It was around that time that I started blogging. I was so pumped up with determination, the only thing that brought me down was knowing that I had to keep it a secret form everyone I knew.

You see, while I finally mustered up the courage to correct something fundamentally wrong in my life, it was not a decision I could be publicly proud of. It was not even something for which many of you, the readers that I love, would commend me. I had decided to step out on my marriage, to cheat, with another man. I had decided to get me some of that cock I dreamt about. As messed up as it sounds, I was excited about it. I would even go so far as to say that I was proud of my new found guts. So proud that I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, "No longer will I be afraid of putting myself out there! No longer will I be afraid of taking risks to get what I want!" Never mind how stupid and dangerous the risks, or the trust I will violate in the process.

So, yeah, I crossed a line. I wrote about it in my blog, Bi Crossing The Line. I am not here to advocate that any other man do the same. I have no excuses or justifications. I began writing about it, publicly but anonymously, in June of 2011. I wrote about it because writing clears my mind and provides catharsis. I wrote about it because, though I felt I finally had the balls to see it through, I needed encouragement. I didn't realize it then, but now I see that I made a commitment to some imaginary readers in my very first post. That was the added little push to ensure that I didn't back out at the last moment.

I learned something valuable about myself through this experience. First, that I am capable of so much more than I even imagined. Second, that the best way for me to accomplish something is to say it out loud. Or, in this case, write about is publicly. It is not enough to make a promise to myself because I learned how to let myself down gently a long time ago. No, I need external pressure, I need someone else to hold me to my commitment and to call me out on my bullshit.

 

When this opportunity to write for BLM came along, I couldn't let it pass. For too long I have told myself that I should write more on my blog. My recent lack of posts has had a much more profound effect on me than any effect I imagined it having on my readers. I have a chance at reaching a much larger audience, and I have a commitment to write on a regular basis. Thank you, BLM. And thanks to this community of bloggers and readers that I have come to enjoy.

-Jay Crossed The Line

Next of Kins

I met someone on line..well..actually two people. and "met" by meaning we're chatting/emailing.

The first I met on Grindr.. He chatted me and said he's engaged, masculine, discreet. Profile says he's 28 years old, 5'9" and 157. His pics are incredible. Someone who's engaged or married would be ideal for my situation. I'm hopeful..how often can a chance like this come around after all?

Well, apparently twice..

I get an email in response to a CL post I placed. The guy is 25 years old, bi , also engaged and wants a buddy to mess around with once or twice a week.

Knowing how flakey guys are and how these things work out, I'll probably end up meeting neither of these guys..but..I have to be hopeful nonetheless!

Hump Day: Tats

Tittie Tuesday: Back For More

So, I headed home for my mom's birthday. As usual, the drama unfolded. She whines about her aches and pains, but then she gets over it when the gifts start to flow. Whatever. So, before I left to go back home, I cruised into the mall. I was hoping I'd run into Daniel - remember him? He's the hot, tall guy that works at the sports store.

So, I pop into the store, and look around. I figure I might as well grab another t-shirt since I'm here. I find one I like, while I'm looking around for him. I don't see him. Oh well, I guess I'll go pay. While I'm at the cash wrap, I hear "Back for more, huh?" He's coming out of the stock room with an armload of stuff. "Everything in here is so cool, I just can't get enough", I say. "Yeah? Well, we aim to please!", he says with a big smile. He has these beautiful sparkly blue eyes. He makes me feel warm inside when I look at him.

 

"Listen, you wanna go get a drink? I go on break in a couple minutes." "Sure", I tell him. I'm so smitten with him, I'd probably wait an hour for him to take a break - thank God I don't have to.

So, I continue to shop around in the store, probably looking like a stalker (haha!) until he can leave. We walk out and head up to the food court. I was suddenly aware of how cute he was, and I couldn't think of anything to say. "Got all your Christmas shopping done?" Was that a lame thing to say? Ugh. But he smiles really big and says that he's lucky that everyone in his family is into sports, so he bought all their gifts where he works. He proceeds to tell me the things he bought for them as we get in line at Subway. " I only have a 15 min break. My lunch isn't for 2 more hours." Oh well, I'll take what I can get, you hottie boy. " I have to drive back home", and I told him where I lived. He said I should probably get going - it wouldn't be good to get stuck in bad weather. I agreed. He got his drink, and we went over to a table to sit for a minute. "So, are you coming back for Christmas?"

 

"No", I said. This would be the first Christmas that I won't spend with my family. "Yikes", he says. "Why can't you come back?" "It's just too hard, because I work on Christmas Eve, and right after Christmas." He starts tapping his finger on the back of my hand. It's giving me tingles up my arm. I'm looking at his hands - they are smooth, but masculine looking. He has nice nails. I turn over my hand, and he continues to tap his finger in the middle of my palm. It's kinda sexy. Does he even know how sexy this little tapping thing is? He starts to swirl his finger in little circles while he's sucking down his soda. He's making rude noises with his straw, and the juxtaposition of what he's doing almost makes me burst out laughing! He has no clue how hot he is, or does he? Hmmm.

 

He suddenly stops, and says he has to get back to work. "Well, you have a good day today, and have a happy Christmas". "You too. Drive really carefully, ok?"  "I will", I say. He squeezes my hand, and then hops up, and saunters off. He looks over his shoulder at me, and bursts into a huge grin. I drove home with a picture of that dazzling grin in my mind. I wondered a little later why he didn't ask me for my phone number, but maybe he didn't cuz he knows how far away I live. Plus, it's not like I can lay on the couch and talk dirty all afternoon. That does sound like fun, though, huh?

 

Oh, for those of you keeping track, I just got a part time job, so I'm working now, in a cute little book store. It's kinda fun! In case I don't see you there, have a Merry Christmas. If you don't celebrate Christmas, have a happy holiday of your choice!

Goodbye Girl

This guy chatted me on Grindr a week ago and disappeared. He wasn't on my "Grindr radar" since he was filtered out by age (22). But, he chats me again today. We exchange pics..and yea, he's pretty cute. 5'11" and a bottom.  After some back and forth, he says we should hang.

"Sure. Just let me know when." I tell him.
"Today. When are you available?" he asks.
"Anytime..now?" I say.
"Sure."

And with that..I'm on my way. He lives about 15 minutes from my office and I was in my office early as usual. So, basically, this is an early morning hookup.

I get to his house and head upstairs. He's scruffy..with that 1-2 day beard growth and very cute face. We sit on his bed and he leans in for a kiss. Nice kisser. We eventually lean back in his bed, and he asks if I can take off my shirt..which I do. I pull off his too, and soon, we're butt naked. He's got a nice cut cock, about 6 inches and he's oozing pre-cum..pretty sweet.

He goes down on me and sucks me. I return the favor and then we switch positions a couple times, with him on top of me making out, and then we end up with me on top of him..my hard cock near his asshole and we're kissing.

He reaches over his head and pulls out a condom from the dresser top. I put it on and press onward. He didn't have any lube, so we end up getting some Lubriderm lotion and using that. Fucking him was pretty hot..he was very into kissing and making out which made things better.

After a while, I ask if he'd get on top of me and he does and I get my cock into his ass again. He leans down as kisses me and tells me he's very close. Then, a minute later, he blows his load on his chest and collapses next to me. I pull off the condom and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him close and touching his ass while I kiss him and jerk off. Then..gobs shoot on my chest.

We lay in bed about 15 minutes while I recover..and I coulda stayed there longer - his bed was very comfortable - but didn't want to overstay my welcome.

One thing..after we clean up and get dressed, he walks me to the door and ..yea, I guess it's kinda an uncomfortable minute..when you don't know whether to embrace..kiss..shake hands..

I bring my hand up..to start..maybe I'll "bro-hug" him as we shake and he says.."don't shake my hand" as he chuckles. Well..I go for cheek and give him a kiss..kind of odd..I know.

So, I head back to my office..text him on Grindr just to say "that was hot".
About an hour later, I log onto Grindr again only to see him gone..I guess I've been blocked.

Disappointed? Yea, I suppose. But, it isn't something I haven't done myself to others.

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Something New

I'm hoping that next week, or the following week, I'll have a new blogger on my blog. Think it's going to be a great addition to the blog, like Tittie Tuesday's has been.  This guy will be my Friday blogger..so, check it out in the coming weeks...

Hump Day: Guys in White

Happy Nude Year!

Well, I guess we all can guess what my Tittie Tuesday chick is doing today..probably recovering..but she will be back next Tuesday!  Here's a pic I snapped of her last night..

 

 

 

and for the rest of you guys recovering from your wild nights out..have a very happy new year!