Finally! The insanity of the last few months has ended and I'm able to now (hopefully) enjoy my new life as a "Yuppie from hell" as one of my great aunts likes to refer to me. I keep trying to tell her that no one really uses that word anymore. Some guys in my position, occupation and social group are sometimes referred to as "Masters of the Universe"., but that hardly applies to me at this stage. Sure I may be pretty decent looking and hung like a Lipizzaner stallion, but since most of my bosses have never seen me naked (and I hope to Christ some of them never do), I can't see where that really helps me so far.
My life here since the moment I arrived has been pretty insane. First I got shipped off to London. While I was there my dad decided he had really issues with the individuals we were set on purchasing a condo from. When I got back from London my company put me up in one of their properties temporarily. But it was in the financial district and so was in the area that was dark for well over a week after Sandy hit. I actually ended up staying at the Chatwal Hotel during that time. Which was expensive as fuck, but cheaper places became incredibly overbooked due to all the displaced residents.
Dad had been scouting a new place for me here (and annoying the fuck out of me in the process). Its a brand new 2 bedroom condo also in the Financial district that's unbelievably pricey as far as I'm concerned. He insists it will be worth every penny and could gain us a small fortune over time. Mainly its 2 bedroom so the family can come visit -whenever. Yeah -that's just fucking great. But it any event it's a killer space that I only have about half decorated in spite of being able to get into it 2 weeks ago. I posted a pic of just the bathroom on my Tumblr site for the time being--until I decide if I like my other furniture. The important thing is that I do have it furnished well enough (except for the still empty second bedroom) to host my first party. A combination House-warming/pre-Holiday fest that will take place tomorrow night.
My place is huge enough that since I'm having it catered I've been able to invite nearly 50 people. Oh, and did I mention that I'm on the 47th floor? The only thing I have to complain about the place is that there's no balcony. Given my penchant for wandering out fully nude onto balconies in the middle of the night after I've been partying and drinking-it's probably just as well. The master bedroom (which is huge) has glass windows from the ceiling to about 2 feet above the floor that stretches completely around 2 sides. My first night in the place the air-conditioning still wasn't working. I'd had a lot to drink to celebrate and for some reason got up in the middle of the night. I have black leather benches that fit right beneath the windows. For some reason I had the urge to stand up on one (naked of course), pull my cock up (fully soft it stretches to just below my chest) and press my whole body against the glass as I looked down. And I stood that way for several moments in the dark, freaking out because it really seemed like the glass wasn't even there. In the morning there's this near perfect sweaty smudged imprint of my cock against the glass that was pretty damn funny looking.
It (my cock) had gotten fully hard as expected just as soon as it touched anything. It remained semi-hard for most of the rest of the night. Seeing the imprint against the glass did remind however of how big the fucking thing actually does get when I deprive it for so long. People who don't understand why I like to go weeks without a release just don't know how good it feels when that release finally comes. Once you experience it - it becomes almost an addiction. And the sex leading up to it. Fuckin -jezus. Sometimes the girls just fully fucking lose their mind. Those that enjoy a huge cumshot. And I've certainly had my share of pretty incredible ones.
The one thing I really love about my job is that except for my initial friend in M+A (who I rarely get to see but who is coming to the party) no one I work with has any idea whats between my legs. I come in contact with some of the most beautiful women in Manhattan everyday. Not just at work, but also at the restaurants where I always lunch, and the bars I'll sometimes visit. Women will come up to me actually, but more frequently in some of the night clubs than other places. I'm generally with one of my new buddies from work and they always seem to be prepare amazed at my will power in turning girls down.
Of my new buddies, most of the guys in my area of work are younger and unmarried. I've actually been pretty amazed at what incredible horn-dog SLUTS some of these guys are. Now don't get me wrong, many of the guys are so heavily work-focused they're apparently social monks by the time they eventually go home late at night. Most will hang out at one of the nearby bars for an hour afterward and then go home. Some like my buddy Jed seem to be in pursuit of some new pussy every night of their lives. Jed also likes to document his activities and share them with the rest of us. I posted one pic of Jed eating a new girlfriends pussy on my Tumblr. I'm almost positive he won't mind. Jed's about my height 6'3", but with black hair and not quite as sculpted as me physique wise. He DOES have apretty large cock though (around nine inches and very thick) which was on pretty admittedly incredible display in the video he sent around to several of us guys at work about 3 weeks ago. I was seriously taken aback by his stud fucking. I mean I still don't think we're in the same league (and I bury him in sheer cock size) but still it made me reassess some things.
I still workout like a mother and have memberships at 2 different fitness centers. There are a couple of guys at the Midtown location that I recognize from work who I believe are Gay and have certainly spied "plenty" of what I'm packing at various times. I'm not sure what the ramifications (if any) of that are around the Financial empire that employs me, but I did notice that they do seem to react differently every time they now see me.
In any event (and to try and bring this really long blog to a close) - I plan on hosting one hell of a party tomorrow night. It will be a relatively early evening affair as a few people are still working on Wednesday. My cock (as you might expect) is fully begging for a release. But I can't (and won't) guarantee that anything will happen in that regard. Lets just see how horny (and curious) my coworkers will get. Welcome to the Big Apple
My life here since the moment I arrived has been pretty insane. First I got shipped off to London. While I was there my dad decided he had really issues with the individuals we were set on purchasing a condo from. When I got back from London my company put me up in one of their properties temporarily. But it was in the financial district and so was in the area that was dark for well over a week after Sandy hit. I actually ended up staying at the Chatwal Hotel during that time. Which was expensive as fuck, but cheaper places became incredibly overbooked due to all the displaced residents.
Dad had been scouting a new place for me here (and annoying the fuck out of me in the process). Its a brand new 2 bedroom condo also in the Financial district that's unbelievably pricey as far as I'm concerned. He insists it will be worth every penny and could gain us a small fortune over time. Mainly its 2 bedroom so the family can come visit -whenever. Yeah -that's just fucking great. But it any event it's a killer space that I only have about half decorated in spite of being able to get into it 2 weeks ago. I posted a pic of just the bathroom on my Tumblr site for the time being--until I decide if I like my other furniture. The important thing is that I do have it furnished well enough (except for the still empty second bedroom) to host my first party. A combination House-warming/pre-Holiday fest that will take place tomorrow night.
My place is huge enough that since I'm having it catered I've been able to invite nearly 50 people. Oh, and did I mention that I'm on the 47th floor? The only thing I have to complain about the place is that there's no balcony. Given my penchant for wandering out fully nude onto balconies in the middle of the night after I've been partying and drinking-it's probably just as well. The master bedroom (which is huge) has glass windows from the ceiling to about 2 feet above the floor that stretches completely around 2 sides. My first night in the place the air-conditioning still wasn't working. I'd had a lot to drink to celebrate and for some reason got up in the middle of the night. I have black leather benches that fit right beneath the windows. For some reason I had the urge to stand up on one (naked of course), pull my cock up (fully soft it stretches to just below my chest) and press my whole body against the glass as I looked down. And I stood that way for several moments in the dark, freaking out because it really seemed like the glass wasn't even there. In the morning there's this near perfect sweaty smudged imprint of my cock against the glass that was pretty damn funny looking.
It (my cock) had gotten fully hard as expected just as soon as it touched anything. It remained semi-hard for most of the rest of the night. Seeing the imprint against the glass did remind however of how big the fucking thing actually does get when I deprive it for so long. People who don't understand why I like to go weeks without a release just don't know how good it feels when that release finally comes. Once you experience it - it becomes almost an addiction. And the sex leading up to it. Fuckin -jezus. Sometimes the girls just fully fucking lose their mind. Those that enjoy a huge cumshot. And I've certainly had my share of pretty incredible ones.
The one thing I really love about my job is that except for my initial friend in M+A (who I rarely get to see but who is coming to the party) no one I work with has any idea whats between my legs. I come in contact with some of the most beautiful women in Manhattan everyday. Not just at work, but also at the restaurants where I always lunch, and the bars I'll sometimes visit. Women will come up to me actually, but more frequently in some of the night clubs than other places. I'm generally with one of my new buddies from work and they always seem to be prepare amazed at my will power in turning girls down.
Of my new buddies, most of the guys in my area of work are younger and unmarried. I've actually been pretty amazed at what incredible horn-dog SLUTS some of these guys are. Now don't get me wrong, many of the guys are so heavily work-focused they're apparently social monks by the time they eventually go home late at night. Most will hang out at one of the nearby bars for an hour afterward and then go home. Some like my buddy Jed seem to be in pursuit of some new pussy every night of their lives. Jed also likes to document his activities and share them with the rest of us. I posted one pic of Jed eating a new girlfriends pussy on my Tumblr. I'm almost positive he won't mind. Jed's about my height 6'3", but with black hair and not quite as sculpted as me physique wise. He DOES have apretty large cock though (around nine inches and very thick) which was on pretty admittedly incredible display in the video he sent around to several of us guys at work about 3 weeks ago. I was seriously taken aback by his stud fucking. I mean I still don't think we're in the same league (and I bury him in sheer cock size) but still it made me reassess some things.
I still workout like a mother and have memberships at 2 different fitness centers. There are a couple of guys at the Midtown location that I recognize from work who I believe are Gay and have certainly spied "plenty" of what I'm packing at various times. I'm not sure what the ramifications (if any) of that are around the Financial empire that employs me, but I did notice that they do seem to react differently every time they now see me.
In any event (and to try and bring this really long blog to a close) - I plan on hosting one hell of a party tomorrow night. It will be a relatively early evening affair as a few people are still working on Wednesday. My cock (as you might expect) is fully begging for a release. But I can't (and won't) guarantee that anything will happen in that regard. Lets just see how horny (and curious) my coworkers will get. Welcome to the Big Apple
