I'm at work, and even though I probably could head home now I'll stick around for a bit just to look good. Me and my lunch posse just got back (yeah I actually went with them this week) So I would look even more disinterested in my work than usual (here lately) if I just turned around and went home 7 minutes after steeping out of the elevator door from lunch. At least I actually came back. 2 of the guys remained behind to have drinks at the King Cole bar. Yes, we had reservations at Astor Court (the restaurant at the St. Regis hotel) which I have to admit is a pretty rare achievement for us. After all we're still just "a brat pack" and don't have anywhere near the clout the mid-level guys have. Not to mention the near legendary older fuckers around here.
I went because I was simply near starving to death. I ran early this morning, showered, had some raw oatmeal, cranberry juice and came straight to work ( I was here by 6:45). I ate almost nothing all weekend (Sat. Sun.). I seem to remember putting some tuna on a bagel at some point and a small salad Sunday evening, but that's it. I had the Norwegian salmon for lunch, but really should have gone for some pasta instead maybe. I just really hate work today but maybe its because I don't have a dinner and opera date tonight like I did last week. And I've spent half the day having to redo shit my secretary has fucked up. Actually I should say "personal assistant", although she's not my personal assistant as I have to share her with 2 other guys. I've only had access to her since late summer. They think she's great (mostly because of her looks and outfits I feel). I think she's an idiot, most likely descended from a long line of village idiots. I've asked my boss for my own assistant and amazingly I'll be getting one and can start interviewing next week. I think it would be really sharp to have a male assistant. He just has to be younger than me (or at least not too much older). I know I'm not supposed to hire exclusively on the basis of sex. FUCK THAT. At least it would show I don't regard women just as sex objects (like my 2 colleagues). I will NOT be viewing my male personal assistant (if I actually get one) as a sex object. I don't think I would mind hiring a guy that might turn out to be gay. At least he'd be ORGANIIZED, and wouldn't dress like a Miami hooker (at least not while he's at work).
Tonight's going to be a big swim workout night. I didn't get nearly enough swimming in over the weekend. And nothing helps clear my head better than a good solid hour and a half of laps in the pool. My girl is driving me crazy. Ever since I made the final connection and felt her pussy last Wednesday things have changed somehow. I think about her ALL the fucking time. It was still ok when she let me see and nurse on her breasts. It was almost like we were being teenagers, overcome by the thrill of the possibility of sex, but knowing full well it wasn't going any further than that. Really fucking weird. And when I picture her in my head (which happens like every 30 seconds) I still see her face and hair and dress she was wearing when I first saw her.That's always the focal point that I keep going back to. I actually can't SEE her breasts in my mind for some reason. I keep dreaming at night, wondering about what her pussy must look like. I've gotten pretty good at telling from a woman's breasts what her pussy will probably be like -seriously. Only in this case I'm screwed as for some reason my mind has blocked those breast images out, so I have nothing to go on.
I'm worried about this weekend (on which I'd pinned all my hopes). Her Birthday is Sunday but her parents are planning a big thing that day for her at their home in Newport (with tons of people invited). She's planning on driving up there on Saturday afternoon. I'd really hoped to get with her on Saturday night and bring in her Birthday after midnight in a very special way (if you know what I mean). I was also planning on keeping her at bay in the meantime and wasn't going to go out with her before then to get her really anxious to see me. The problem now is that she should have gotten in last night, but I haven't heard ANYTHING from her. Not even a single phone call or text yet. In fact she's been pretty distant since last Wednesday night, like I mentioned earlier.
In the meantime my cock is so prefuck swollen it actually hurts most of the day. 30 days tonight since the last girl and even then it was just one release in her (albeit a pretty sizeable one). But as I've certainly learned, if I cum several times my second release will frequently be bigger than the first. And when I go as long as I often do beforehand there's almost no limit. One crazy night my Freshman year of college I ended up cumming 11 times (divided between 4 different girls). Those were the days! Back then I really didn't care about anything (and neither did the girls for the most part). Now I'm just completely in hell. After all if she's finally gets to see my "gift" sometime this weekend, it's liable to be a big fucking surprise that she just might now want after all. At least not right away. But if she's does I think I'll be ready. After all, I'm not doing all of this working out and "edging" at night before bed just for my health.
!:00 a.m.UPDATE: I can't sleep although I got back from my swim about 2 hours ago. I actually fell asleep for a short bit after dinner (I only had some salad and a really small half piece of steak) so wound up getting to the pool much later than usual. When I'm planning on just a swim I don't go to my regular gym but instead go to the MPHC since it's got a nice big pool and is so close by. I'd never been there at the pool closing time before (10:30) and trust me I'll never make that mistake again. Talk about sharks in the locker room. Those guys must have seen me coming from a mile away. I was only naked in the shower area for all of about 30 seconds (mainly so I could give my 2 speedos a thorough washing off). But that was certainly enough to cause what seemed like a near stampede of guys crowding around me for some bizarre reason. Good thing I didn't swim naked as there would easily have been enough chlorine in the pool to singe the hair right off my balls, and I definitely wouldn't have made it out of the pool alive -due to the sharks.
Case in point, after I've made it back to my locker I need to just drop my towel for a bit to slide my 2 pair of underwear up my thighs and get all my equipment into the proper position. I will NEVER be one of those guys who's just so afraid of other guys seeing his cock that he has to keep his towel tightly wrapped around him at all times while he dresses (to avoid someone seeing some ass cheek, or a hint of a left nut or god forbid -part of his sacred family jewels.) I just don't have time for that bullshit and BESIDES I've just got too much that needs to be packaged up! I can't friggin get it all while underneath a tight towel. There are like 5 guys around me as I'm changing. As soon as I get my underwear on they all vanish with the exception of one old guy who looks to be around 70 and is still changing. In fact he's still probably there changing 2 hours later. But far from being a troll he's actually really sweet. He seems to be a having a hell of a hard time getting dressed actually, especially putting on his socks. So as I'm getting ready to leave I decide to speak to him and say "have you got everything under control sir, could you use some help?". He raises his head to look at me and says "why thank you, I'll be ok. It just takes me awhile" "Since I've been swimming it's getting better actually". I'm not really sure what he means but figure he'll manage. I'm turning to go and start to say goodnight or something when he says "that has to be one of the biggest damn things I've ever seen", "I sure hope your girlfriends appreciate it!" FUCK ME. so I give out my usual nervous laugh and say "hey thanks!". On the drive home I think about the fact that I don't have girlfriends. Though I've certainly had plenty of girls nearly screaming and clawing my back in appreciation.
My girl still hasn't called me yet.
I went because I was simply near starving to death. I ran early this morning, showered, had some raw oatmeal, cranberry juice and came straight to work ( I was here by 6:45). I ate almost nothing all weekend (Sat. Sun.). I seem to remember putting some tuna on a bagel at some point and a small salad Sunday evening, but that's it. I had the Norwegian salmon for lunch, but really should have gone for some pasta instead maybe. I just really hate work today but maybe its because I don't have a dinner and opera date tonight like I did last week. And I've spent half the day having to redo shit my secretary has fucked up. Actually I should say "personal assistant", although she's not my personal assistant as I have to share her with 2 other guys. I've only had access to her since late summer. They think she's great (mostly because of her looks and outfits I feel). I think she's an idiot, most likely descended from a long line of village idiots. I've asked my boss for my own assistant and amazingly I'll be getting one and can start interviewing next week. I think it would be really sharp to have a male assistant. He just has to be younger than me (or at least not too much older). I know I'm not supposed to hire exclusively on the basis of sex. FUCK THAT. At least it would show I don't regard women just as sex objects (like my 2 colleagues). I will NOT be viewing my male personal assistant (if I actually get one) as a sex object. I don't think I would mind hiring a guy that might turn out to be gay. At least he'd be ORGANIIZED, and wouldn't dress like a Miami hooker (at least not while he's at work).
Tonight's going to be a big swim workout night. I didn't get nearly enough swimming in over the weekend. And nothing helps clear my head better than a good solid hour and a half of laps in the pool. My girl is driving me crazy. Ever since I made the final connection and felt her pussy last Wednesday things have changed somehow. I think about her ALL the fucking time. It was still ok when she let me see and nurse on her breasts. It was almost like we were being teenagers, overcome by the thrill of the possibility of sex, but knowing full well it wasn't going any further than that. Really fucking weird. And when I picture her in my head (which happens like every 30 seconds) I still see her face and hair and dress she was wearing when I first saw her.That's always the focal point that I keep going back to. I actually can't SEE her breasts in my mind for some reason. I keep dreaming at night, wondering about what her pussy must look like. I've gotten pretty good at telling from a woman's breasts what her pussy will probably be like -seriously. Only in this case I'm screwed as for some reason my mind has blocked those breast images out, so I have nothing to go on.
I'm worried about this weekend (on which I'd pinned all my hopes). Her Birthday is Sunday but her parents are planning a big thing that day for her at their home in Newport (with tons of people invited). She's planning on driving up there on Saturday afternoon. I'd really hoped to get with her on Saturday night and bring in her Birthday after midnight in a very special way (if you know what I mean). I was also planning on keeping her at bay in the meantime and wasn't going to go out with her before then to get her really anxious to see me. The problem now is that she should have gotten in last night, but I haven't heard ANYTHING from her. Not even a single phone call or text yet. In fact she's been pretty distant since last Wednesday night, like I mentioned earlier.
In the meantime my cock is so prefuck swollen it actually hurts most of the day. 30 days tonight since the last girl and even then it was just one release in her (albeit a pretty sizeable one). But as I've certainly learned, if I cum several times my second release will frequently be bigger than the first. And when I go as long as I often do beforehand there's almost no limit. One crazy night my Freshman year of college I ended up cumming 11 times (divided between 4 different girls). Those were the days! Back then I really didn't care about anything (and neither did the girls for the most part). Now I'm just completely in hell. After all if she's finally gets to see my "gift" sometime this weekend, it's liable to be a big fucking surprise that she just might now want after all. At least not right away. But if she's does I think I'll be ready. After all, I'm not doing all of this working out and "edging" at night before bed just for my health.
!:00 a.m.UPDATE: I can't sleep although I got back from my swim about 2 hours ago. I actually fell asleep for a short bit after dinner (I only had some salad and a really small half piece of steak) so wound up getting to the pool much later than usual. When I'm planning on just a swim I don't go to my regular gym but instead go to the MPHC since it's got a nice big pool and is so close by. I'd never been there at the pool closing time before (10:30) and trust me I'll never make that mistake again. Talk about sharks in the locker room. Those guys must have seen me coming from a mile away. I was only naked in the shower area for all of about 30 seconds (mainly so I could give my 2 speedos a thorough washing off). But that was certainly enough to cause what seemed like a near stampede of guys crowding around me for some bizarre reason. Good thing I didn't swim naked as there would easily have been enough chlorine in the pool to singe the hair right off my balls, and I definitely wouldn't have made it out of the pool alive -due to the sharks.
Case in point, after I've made it back to my locker I need to just drop my towel for a bit to slide my 2 pair of underwear up my thighs and get all my equipment into the proper position. I will NEVER be one of those guys who's just so afraid of other guys seeing his cock that he has to keep his towel tightly wrapped around him at all times while he dresses (to avoid someone seeing some ass cheek, or a hint of a left nut or god forbid -part of his sacred family jewels.) I just don't have time for that bullshit and BESIDES I've just got too much that needs to be packaged up! I can't friggin get it all while underneath a tight towel. There are like 5 guys around me as I'm changing. As soon as I get my underwear on they all vanish with the exception of one old guy who looks to be around 70 and is still changing. In fact he's still probably there changing 2 hours later. But far from being a troll he's actually really sweet. He seems to be a having a hell of a hard time getting dressed actually, especially putting on his socks. So as I'm getting ready to leave I decide to speak to him and say "have you got everything under control sir, could you use some help?". He raises his head to look at me and says "why thank you, I'll be ok. It just takes me awhile" "Since I've been swimming it's getting better actually". I'm not really sure what he means but figure he'll manage. I'm turning to go and start to say goodnight or something when he says "that has to be one of the biggest damn things I've ever seen", "I sure hope your girlfriends appreciate it!" FUCK ME. so I give out my usual nervous laugh and say "hey thanks!". On the drive home I think about the fact that I don't have girlfriends. Though I've certainly had plenty of girls nearly screaming and clawing my back in appreciation.
My girl still hasn't called me yet.
