I arrived late last night as there was the usual shit-storm of hell to get through in NYC before I left. Fortunately, dad has enough private jet connections that he was able to hook me up nicely. I've also observed that the "cabin attendants" on private or corporate jets (female or male) seem to be some of the highest paid "escorts" in the world. But as for Miami I'll be here for slightly over a week. I wanted to be here once again for Mother’s Day and I certainly also don't mind spending my Birthday in one of the top Hedonist party destinations on the planet. And frankly as much as I'll miss having my usual birthday bash with my buddies and associates, I just needed to get the FUCK out of New York. Of course, one of the truly great things is that (like when I was here 2 years ago) my mother isn't even here. She's on another CRUISE with dad (it's really her favorite Mother’s Day gift at this point) and they won't get back until Friday (I think).
Dad still has the estate on the canal in Coral Gables right off the bay -with the spectacular outdoor pool (which is actually longer than the gym pool I usually swim at in the city). What with dealing with the 7 permanent house staff and the confusing layout of the rooms (mom has completely redecorated everything) it took me a while to get settled in. So, no I wasn't able to have my usual (always nude) after midnight swim. I elected to take advantage of the Home Cinema (dad had "Dune 2 ready for me). I'm really itching for a workout bad, so likely will have a short afternoon swim soon (I still have to get some running distance in) and a longer swim tonight.
I don't even want to go into all the mostly unwanted attentions my last escapade has seemingly brought me. The fact that I'd finally laid my pipe deep into some female ass seemed to make it into the subconscious layer of practically everyone at work. And not just work but also the gyms where I work out. Like -seriously WTF??? It’s just that the seemingly almost inevitable series of surprise notes that I'll find attached to my locker or to my jeep (which I've always gotten since college!) has now urgently increased. It used to almost always be guys offering anything (or some specific sum of money) for the chance to "blow me". Now its guys offering anything and a surprisingly much larger amount of money to have me fuck them? I guess I should be flattered. I know my body (even at 34 as of tomorrow) is in pretty god damn good shape. I haven't had a release since Mid-February (yeah - you do the math on that) so my cock usually hangs like a mother fucker (I think I technically count as both a shower and a grower--I'm just not positive about the "definitions"). I've been taking Omega-3 supplements like a shark for close to a year now and I'll be God-dammed if I'm not carrying even larger, fuller balls at this point. I mean sure they'd get "fuller" before -- just not larger as well.
Where does this get me now. My mother is constantly wanting me to "settle down" and get married obviously. In fact, she's been hounding me constantly about this for years. She doesn't understand that when I do fall in love it doesn't happen often but when it does it hits me like a freight train. I also have the experience of all my buddies (and even my brother) and what I see them go through constantly with their girlfriends and fiancés (rarely wives) - no fucking thank you. It's not like I've ever actually been hard-up for pussy?!!! And neither have any of my buddies -so I'm always a little mystified by that.
Sorry for getting DEEP. Maybe it’s just B-day reflection time. Maybe it’s this weird Mango smoothie thing I was just served for brunch. OH - I was told by the way that Mom usually only has brunch - never breakfast. I said "Fuck That"!!! Tomorrow is my Birthday and I want to be served a FULL English breakfast in bed -even if you need to crawl up the stairs to do it.
As far as "plans" for the week (and I'm sure you know what I mean) I actually don't have anything definite. I wanted to first see what all my options are. I know there is a young couple in Brickell that's been after me for several weeks now. Mid 20's and insanely rich (at least he is - some sort of fitness empire thing). She is now 6 months pregnant and they keep making me interesting offers. I know the spectacular new high rise building they live in and I'm almost willing to fuck just to see the building.
I also have absolutely no idea who the current neighbors here are. Hope they don't mind some late night backstroke with horsecock -haha.
Dad still has the estate on the canal in Coral Gables right off the bay -with the spectacular outdoor pool (which is actually longer than the gym pool I usually swim at in the city). What with dealing with the 7 permanent house staff and the confusing layout of the rooms (mom has completely redecorated everything) it took me a while to get settled in. So, no I wasn't able to have my usual (always nude) after midnight swim. I elected to take advantage of the Home Cinema (dad had "Dune 2 ready for me). I'm really itching for a workout bad, so likely will have a short afternoon swim soon (I still have to get some running distance in) and a longer swim tonight.
I don't even want to go into all the mostly unwanted attentions my last escapade has seemingly brought me. The fact that I'd finally laid my pipe deep into some female ass seemed to make it into the subconscious layer of practically everyone at work. And not just work but also the gyms where I work out. Like -seriously WTF??? It’s just that the seemingly almost inevitable series of surprise notes that I'll find attached to my locker or to my jeep (which I've always gotten since college!) has now urgently increased. It used to almost always be guys offering anything (or some specific sum of money) for the chance to "blow me". Now its guys offering anything and a surprisingly much larger amount of money to have me fuck them? I guess I should be flattered. I know my body (even at 34 as of tomorrow) is in pretty god damn good shape. I haven't had a release since Mid-February (yeah - you do the math on that) so my cock usually hangs like a mother fucker (I think I technically count as both a shower and a grower--I'm just not positive about the "definitions"). I've been taking Omega-3 supplements like a shark for close to a year now and I'll be God-dammed if I'm not carrying even larger, fuller balls at this point. I mean sure they'd get "fuller" before -- just not larger as well.
Where does this get me now. My mother is constantly wanting me to "settle down" and get married obviously. In fact, she's been hounding me constantly about this for years. She doesn't understand that when I do fall in love it doesn't happen often but when it does it hits me like a freight train. I also have the experience of all my buddies (and even my brother) and what I see them go through constantly with their girlfriends and fiancés (rarely wives) - no fucking thank you. It's not like I've ever actually been hard-up for pussy?!!! And neither have any of my buddies -so I'm always a little mystified by that.
Sorry for getting DEEP. Maybe it’s just B-day reflection time. Maybe it’s this weird Mango smoothie thing I was just served for brunch. OH - I was told by the way that Mom usually only has brunch - never breakfast. I said "Fuck That"!!! Tomorrow is my Birthday and I want to be served a FULL English breakfast in bed -even if you need to crawl up the stairs to do it.
As far as "plans" for the week (and I'm sure you know what I mean) I actually don't have anything definite. I wanted to first see what all my options are. I know there is a young couple in Brickell that's been after me for several weeks now. Mid 20's and insanely rich (at least he is - some sort of fitness empire thing). She is now 6 months pregnant and they keep making me interesting offers. I know the spectacular new high rise building they live in and I'm almost willing to fuck just to see the building.
I also have absolutely no idea who the current neighbors here are. Hope they don't mind some late night backstroke with horsecock -haha.
