I've decided I pretty much only enjoy NYC during this time of the year (almost freezing -but at least decorated for the Holidays). I got back from London on Wednesday night and it’s taken me this long to get over the god damn jet lag (mostly like due to being older maybe). Yes, I've been there for half a year and there's realistically a danger of me having to relocate there permanently. That's mainly due to the British economy being in continual free fall since the whole Brexit thing. I don't want to get into an argument with anybody about that. All I want if a fresh supply of really good pussy. And unfortunately, I can't seem to get that in London (as I've so previously noted).
My first really serious run this morning was excellent (since it was close to freezing outside). My cock is now seriously pulsating with life as I sit here (obviously nude) after a scalding hot long shower. I've had cleaning and other staff basically living here for the past two days, anxious to see if I can still pull off my traditional Pre-Thanksgiving party (fuckfest) late on Wednesday night. Even though my first day back at work isn't until Monday I've been in constant contact with my buddies since I arrived. Everyone seems to agree that one of my parties would be a great boost at the moment (even if people mostly keep their clothes on). I could have my stupid ass brother show up at any time (but he's coming to bring Snorre - my Golden Retriever who is likely to just eat me at this stage).
To counterbalance that I've been desperately trying to invite the mega-hung star athlete from my Pussy roulette way back in February. I thought he might be available since his family lives in N.J. Turns out he's in a sports Tournament at the moment. So, he and his coke can thick 9+ inches (according to several measurements taken at this point) will maybe show up after? On top of that he's also apparently a massive shooter according to reports I was finally able to get out of some surprisingly reticent sorority girls. So at least that makes for some things we have in common. I just prefer to ignore the fact that he's a full 10 years younger than I am, with so much serious pussy fucking ahead of him.
It's not like I was a monk in London. In fact, I think I even got propositioned by a monk in London (or something similar to a monk -it was all a little confusing). I ALWAYS get propositioned more by men than women over there for some reason. There was however the very interesting younger (very wealthy) couple that kept inviting me to their estate south of London for light bondage sessions. I'm now convinced that Brits enjoy bondage more than sex. The last two visits (over about a six-week period) turned into some pretty agonizing milking sessions I will admit. The first time I came for them (even though my head was completely covered in a leather mask) I could still see that I shot a good 9-10 feet across the room. The second time they had me shoot into a glass container. I'm not at all sure what they might have done with that. It could still be in their refrigerator or something. There was also indeed a lot of ass spanking and ass play. They both really seemed to like my ass as great deal. So yes, this whole excursion has really left my COCK seriously starved for attention. And seriously in need of pussy.
Of course, it was indeed a momentous time to be in London and in a sense I feel fortunate that I was there during it. To have a day of Memorial services where the whole word seemed to literally come to a full stop. It really felt to me like the world stopped rotating -which was weird.
My first really serious run this morning was excellent (since it was close to freezing outside). My cock is now seriously pulsating with life as I sit here (obviously nude) after a scalding hot long shower. I've had cleaning and other staff basically living here for the past two days, anxious to see if I can still pull off my traditional Pre-Thanksgiving party (fuckfest) late on Wednesday night. Even though my first day back at work isn't until Monday I've been in constant contact with my buddies since I arrived. Everyone seems to agree that one of my parties would be a great boost at the moment (even if people mostly keep their clothes on). I could have my stupid ass brother show up at any time (but he's coming to bring Snorre - my Golden Retriever who is likely to just eat me at this stage).
To counterbalance that I've been desperately trying to invite the mega-hung star athlete from my Pussy roulette way back in February. I thought he might be available since his family lives in N.J. Turns out he's in a sports Tournament at the moment. So, he and his coke can thick 9+ inches (according to several measurements taken at this point) will maybe show up after? On top of that he's also apparently a massive shooter according to reports I was finally able to get out of some surprisingly reticent sorority girls. So at least that makes for some things we have in common. I just prefer to ignore the fact that he's a full 10 years younger than I am, with so much serious pussy fucking ahead of him.
It's not like I was a monk in London. In fact, I think I even got propositioned by a monk in London (or something similar to a monk -it was all a little confusing). I ALWAYS get propositioned more by men than women over there for some reason. There was however the very interesting younger (very wealthy) couple that kept inviting me to their estate south of London for light bondage sessions. I'm now convinced that Brits enjoy bondage more than sex. The last two visits (over about a six-week period) turned into some pretty agonizing milking sessions I will admit. The first time I came for them (even though my head was completely covered in a leather mask) I could still see that I shot a good 9-10 feet across the room. The second time they had me shoot into a glass container. I'm not at all sure what they might have done with that. It could still be in their refrigerator or something. There was also indeed a lot of ass spanking and ass play. They both really seemed to like my ass as great deal. So yes, this whole excursion has really left my COCK seriously starved for attention. And seriously in need of pussy.
Of course, it was indeed a momentous time to be in London and in a sense I feel fortunate that I was there during it. To have a day of Memorial services where the whole word seemed to literally come to a full stop. It really felt to me like the world stopped rotating -which was weird.
