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I sleep on my back with my hands linked above my head. It is the only way I’m comfortable. I think it has to do with the way I use to sleep tied down to my bed. My ex GF (girlfriend) loved it. She said it made it easier to hold me down by surprise while sleeping. I wonder sometimes if my arms relax better that way. I am so uncomfortable with them down by my sides or even under my head.

Wack_Off_Wednesday__004So yes, as the image says… Well you get it. I’m horny. Mind numbingly horny. My nipples hurts, just touching my clothes is driving me mad. The seam of my jeans today would not be nice and drove me insane. I need a mouth and a dick and I do not care if they are attached to the same person or if the dick is real or not. Though real would be better. But a warm mouth! mmmmmms. Ok, this is not helping. Now I’m thinking about it more and fingers are on the move. Maybe a couple. Oh, two couples all bi, love watching two guys kissing and well you get the picture.

Moving on.

I missed mentioning Franks birthday. Yes that Frank, old blue eyes. Frank Sinatra. One of the greats. I own everything he ever did. Such a beautiful voice. Yesterday, December 12 would have been his 100th birthday.

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
Frank Sinatra – It Was A Very Good Year

I love that song, oh when I was 17, the girls… The soft summer nights and the soft bodies in the summer… Ok, one track mind.

More later…


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