Feeling a little under the weather recently... We’re expecting a few3 inches of snow today -- perfect weather for spooning! LOL
Today’s blog photo comes courtesy of my very sexy 360 friend, Angela. I love her almost animal-like sexual oeuvre -- very becoming. I would do my best to make her sore!
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-=[ Christmas & Sex ]=-
“Reminds me of my safari in
-- W. C. Fields
Back in my “active” days, when I drugged and drank, The Christmas/ Holiday season was also the high season for drunkenness, getting drugged up, and, of course, getting as much poosie as possible. And be honest ladies, many of you were ready, willing, and able to give it up at the office Christmas party! ::grin::
I actually used to “train” myself for the holiday season. The intensive training began during Thanksgiving, but I really stepped up my game during Halloween, pagan that I am at heart. In fact, my whole year was dedicated to getting myself in “shape” for the holiday debaucheries. Many of you can identify. Of course, the married folk with kids are quite boring, so please just leave now, I really don’t give a fuck what you’re getting for your brats or the Christmas tree or any boring shit like that! In fact, I will stand up for single people everywhere and just say it:
Christmas is for fucking strange people!
Real training began in May, right after my sister’s birthday. The weather getting warmer and three birthdays on consecutive weeks, with mine being the last set me off on a summer romp. Summer is also about poosie -- at least it is for single people (you married people still reading this?!!). I would spend the summer blasted out of my mind, usually involved in a profoundly dysfunctional relationship which usually ended up in some measure of heartbreak. Unless, of course, if it was a really good summer and I was getting strange poosie on a regular. Getting fucked up and fucked was what summer was all about. Then September would roll around and I would have to do some kind of work or sober up enough to take stock of where I was and what year. But no sooner Halloween rolled around, with the Village Parade that it would begin again: sex, drugs, new wave music, and more sex. By Thanksgiving, my threshold for alcohol and drugs was once again reaching precarious levels, hopefully peaking during the Christmas season. Sometimes I would over do it, just burn myself out right before Christmas, but that’s why the baby Jesus invented speed!
Then the office parties would start and it would be a matter of knowing which office party had the horniest secretaries. I worked on
After Christmas came New Years and that was definitely all about the poosie. Man! If you can’t get laid on New Years Eve, then you should just cut your dick off and give it to science, where it would be put to better use.
My New Year’s specialty was what I called “Blackout Sex.” Getting so blasted, I would wake up next to a total stranger whose name I didn’t even know! Now that was some good shit right there!
It did present some problems, though. One year I woke up after several days and I didn’t even know where I was or what day it was (a couple of days after New Years). All I know is that I woke up in a strange home in someone’s bathtub next to a woman I had never seen before in my life. I thought I was in
Anyway... aside from massive loss of cognitive functioning resulting from huge loss of brain cells, the holidays were often a lot of fun for me in my younger days. And I don’t care how much you want to deny it, you know you want some strange dick/ poosie for Christmas. Moreover, I’m not talking about the same-o/ same-o boring poosie/ dick you’ve been getting all year (married people!). I mean, c’mon, y’all got the routine down pat: lick ‘em, stick ‘em, and cum. Naw, I’m talking about that juicy strange dick/ poosie shit! And let me tell you: I loved -- absolutely loved -- each and every strange woman that I fucked/ fucked me. Especially memorable was each and every time I slipped into a woman’s velvety poosie. Once connected, I loved every woman I ever had, even those I don’t remember.
So, let’s hear for strange Christmas/