Window of Opportunity, Exhibitionist Style
Come to my window….. Maybe not literally, as I’m on the second floor…but you certainly might get a good view some evenings. ………… The first window here is my bedroom window. They cannot see...
Come to my window….. Maybe not literally, as I’m on the second floor…but you certainly might get a good view some evenings. ………… The first window here is my bedroom window. They cannot see...
Recently I had a brief chance to get seriously naughty at work. I took a dare a little farther on my own – quite possibly flashing a crew of construction workers. I say “possibly”...
Welcome to my new home :) Now forgive the dust, I still have some work to do to get things perfect, such as re-do the URL’s for photos and re-do links within posts…etc. But...
An exhibitionist, a horny photographer and a new camera – dangerous! A date and I took my camera for a trip to the park on Saturday night. After I got half nekkid, I offered...
The best pleasure comes from denial of said pleasure. Drag it out. Make him wait. With dangerous eyes and a smirk of teasing mischief, I drag one palm down his chest. Like a homing...
I love how you guys just let me prattle on and bounce randomly between subjects in these sorts of posts. But really, if you think I should just shut up, let me know ;)...
Thanks to the assistance of a very nice and generous fan, Michael, I was able to go visit Jack in New York City despite a lovely $500 car repair bill from Saturday. Yikes. Jack...
A few weeks ago I had a few prospects from my craigslist ad, all of which are now off the map. Last week I updated you guys on the status of them and introduced...
I made the…..mistake?…of wearing this particular shirt for two different encounters. M and X. Due to both encounters being of the “I need you now” variety and both in semi-public places, clothes couldn’t come...
I live on the second floor of the apartment building, so it’s alot less likely that people can see in the living room sliding glass doors (the bedroom window however is another story, it’s...
A young man I used to flirt and banter with here at the office one day finally admitted to me that, sometimes, he’s not checking a text message when he’s at my desk talking...