Oh my god -what a week from hell. As if the serious national events weren't enough-the slight cold I thought I was experiencing on Saturday afternoon turned into a goddamn case of the flu during the night. It got pretty obvious (and sad) during what ended up being an actual late night dinner with Jed and his truly scrumptious, exceedingly fuckable new girlfriend Tasha. A truly bewitching babe of Armenian descent (at least that's what she said). Olive smooth big beautiful silky breasts on FULL titty hardon display. Fucking glorious wild GYPSY head of dark auburn hair. Beautiful face, she had these enchanting almond shaped eyes. The kind of babe you really hope to be slamming into a headboard in a couple of hours (and I'm sure Jed did). But for me I felt my strength slowly ebbing away with the sense that any slamming I'd be doing would soon be with the vigor of an 80 year old.
I began Sunday morning by squeezing the juice out of every fresh orange and grapefruit I could find in lower Manhattan (which isn't a whole hell of a lot incidentally). But to no avail. I was pretty sure I was going to die by around 3:00 p.m. Things just came on so hard and fast. But that's usually the way it is with me. A visit to my still supposedly straight young doctor on Monday earned me a very personal thorough inspection (once again) and a prescription for some pretty fucking serious antibiotics. I ended up missing 3 full days of work, but by Wednesday night was already feeling about 80% better (I almost always snap back pretty fast as well). At first I was pretty worried after I got sick, being not at all sure how long it was going to last--since I was VERY mindful of my still unconfirmed plans for next weekend. It's funny how when I get sick I have almost no desire to even THINK about pussy. The hottest snatch on the planet could climb on my face and I'd probably just sneeze on it. It's like I'm 4 years old or something. But then once I start getting my strength back something will snap back into place and it's like --OH MY FUCKING GOD am I horny. Which is how I've been feeling tonight, and why I placed a call confirming my participation in next weekends special travel event - about an hour ago.
I'm actually starting to get VERY excited, even a little apprehensive, but above all -riled up like a horny toad at the prospect. Just the thought of whats very likely coming (if the reports and video are accurate) is pretty numbing at this point. A couple of things the girl mentioned tonight made it obvious she'd been well informed on some of my activities on a campus 2 hours north of here. But it was one thing in particular which she just happened to mention in passing that REALLY made me feel much better. One of the girls that had gotten a glimpse of me actually humping (from behind) had remarked on how huge my BALLS were!! All I know is that since getting sick I'd been almost completely oblivious to the unending build up in my balls. I was always jealous of the rather huge proud set my father had on more than occasional display. I'd always felt that mine weren't nearly as impressive ( a weird sort of hang up I know!). But that comparison had always taken place while I was still in High School. What's now become apparent is that my balls have certainly gotten larger (and by quite a bit) in the intervening years. I don't know if it's due to the fact that I was always looking at them from the front? And the admittedly large thickness of my cock shaft made them seem smaller? Or if my LOVE of really large buildups and ejaculations has made any difference? All I know is that tonight I've been very newly conscious of them. And the 34 day buildup is now quite noticeable (as the picture I posted on my Tumblr just now will give pretty ample evidence to -hopefully).
I can let you know some more about the girls and what plans I have after I hear back some more from them. They really are pretty secretive about this fucking thing I'll give them that. One thing that I did accomplish while I was home sick (but yet still considering the possibility of the trip) was I looked into creating a new.myspacepage. Yeah I know it seems completely STUPID. I've put up pics of the building where I life, my condo, porsche etc. and even made some music mixes of songs (you might find my special 'the FUCK mix" interesting)--- I'll actually keep adding to all of that I think (we'll whenever I'm home sick again and bored out of my fucking skull).
But the main reason I started the page is I thought I might decide to have it open and running during the "PussyFest" as it actually happens. The commenting and instant messaging available to anybody connected to me would be instantaneous. I myself would REALLY like to keep a pretty good LOG of events-if at all possible. And not just posting when I cumm. I quite seriously could have my cock in (now) as many as 9 different girls that night. Yeah --you said it FUCK ME! This must be a joke. I'm missing the Little 500 bicycle race this weekend -for this thing. Trust me --its not a joke. It may ultimately be 6 girls, maybe just 3. But even if its just one -she's getting the pile driver special.
The link to the new.myspace page **** for me is on my Tumblr. I mean you should check out the nice pic I took of my balls (on my Tumblr site) at least. And yes smart asses I DO actually own a tripod and a very nice camera with timer (since Christmas OK)
**** I just discovered that you can sign into the new.myspace through Facebook --so you don't have to friggin create a new (myspace) account on your own.
I began Sunday morning by squeezing the juice out of every fresh orange and grapefruit I could find in lower Manhattan (which isn't a whole hell of a lot incidentally). But to no avail. I was pretty sure I was going to die by around 3:00 p.m. Things just came on so hard and fast. But that's usually the way it is with me. A visit to my still supposedly straight young doctor on Monday earned me a very personal thorough inspection (once again) and a prescription for some pretty fucking serious antibiotics. I ended up missing 3 full days of work, but by Wednesday night was already feeling about 80% better (I almost always snap back pretty fast as well). At first I was pretty worried after I got sick, being not at all sure how long it was going to last--since I was VERY mindful of my still unconfirmed plans for next weekend. It's funny how when I get sick I have almost no desire to even THINK about pussy. The hottest snatch on the planet could climb on my face and I'd probably just sneeze on it. It's like I'm 4 years old or something. But then once I start getting my strength back something will snap back into place and it's like --OH MY FUCKING GOD am I horny. Which is how I've been feeling tonight, and why I placed a call confirming my participation in next weekends special travel event - about an hour ago.
I'm actually starting to get VERY excited, even a little apprehensive, but above all -riled up like a horny toad at the prospect. Just the thought of whats very likely coming (if the reports and video are accurate) is pretty numbing at this point. A couple of things the girl mentioned tonight made it obvious she'd been well informed on some of my activities on a campus 2 hours north of here. But it was one thing in particular which she just happened to mention in passing that REALLY made me feel much better. One of the girls that had gotten a glimpse of me actually humping (from behind) had remarked on how huge my BALLS were!! All I know is that since getting sick I'd been almost completely oblivious to the unending build up in my balls. I was always jealous of the rather huge proud set my father had on more than occasional display. I'd always felt that mine weren't nearly as impressive ( a weird sort of hang up I know!). But that comparison had always taken place while I was still in High School. What's now become apparent is that my balls have certainly gotten larger (and by quite a bit) in the intervening years. I don't know if it's due to the fact that I was always looking at them from the front? And the admittedly large thickness of my cock shaft made them seem smaller? Or if my LOVE of really large buildups and ejaculations has made any difference? All I know is that tonight I've been very newly conscious of them. And the 34 day buildup is now quite noticeable (as the picture I posted on my Tumblr just now will give pretty ample evidence to -hopefully).
I can let you know some more about the girls and what plans I have after I hear back some more from them. They really are pretty secretive about this fucking thing I'll give them that. One thing that I did accomplish while I was home sick (but yet still considering the possibility of the trip) was I looked into creating a new.myspacepage. Yeah I know it seems completely STUPID. I've put up pics of the building where I life, my condo, porsche etc. and even made some music mixes of songs (you might find my special 'the FUCK mix" interesting)--- I'll actually keep adding to all of that I think (we'll whenever I'm home sick again and bored out of my fucking skull).
But the main reason I started the page is I thought I might decide to have it open and running during the "PussyFest" as it actually happens. The commenting and instant messaging available to anybody connected to me would be instantaneous. I myself would REALLY like to keep a pretty good LOG of events-if at all possible. And not just posting when I cumm. I quite seriously could have my cock in (now) as many as 9 different girls that night. Yeah --you said it FUCK ME! This must be a joke. I'm missing the Little 500 bicycle race this weekend -for this thing. Trust me --its not a joke. It may ultimately be 6 girls, maybe just 3. But even if its just one -she's getting the pile driver special.
The link to the new.myspace page **** for me is on my Tumblr. I mean you should check out the nice pic I took of my balls (on my Tumblr site) at least. And yes smart asses I DO actually own a tripod and a very nice camera with timer (since Christmas OK)
**** I just discovered that you can sign into the new.myspace through Facebook --so you don't have to friggin create a new (myspace) account on your own.
