Every Sunday I have a specific routine where I go to church, come home and clean, than watch movies with my wife. Yesterday was one day in two years that I have broken my routine. My wife agreed to let me go out Saturday night with my friends, but I had to be back by 1:00 A.M.. So I was back by that time but, I had had one to many and was not fit to have any type of conversation. Instead of waking up early for church I locked myself in the bedroom to get more sleep. My wife tried for the whole afternoon to get me up and she finally suceeded close to dinner time. I have never seen her so angry and I have also never felt so guilty in my life. Waking up made me remember that I went out with a girl from Amsterdam escorts. How can I explain that to her.
Our yearly business confrence is being held in London next month and I am more than excited to endure in a little site seeing. Last year my boss gave us an extra night to do as we please after the conference, and I believe this year he is doing the same. Needless to say, I have already gotten that free evening planned out. I figured I’d stray from the group and get a hold of the London escort agency for a little date. I’ve heard only good things so far about the company and I am more than willing to give them a try. I haven’t quite figured out everything we will do, but I know there will definetly have to be a fancy dinner involved. I really enjoy the setting of London and the way wine and dinner go so perfectly together after a long, insane day.
One day after a stressful day on Wall Street one of my buddies suggested a place he goes to to unwind. We had stopped off at our local watering hole and had a couple of drinks and started discussing his offer.
Now keep in mind I have known this man for a good 15 years and when he told me where we were going that was a complete buzzkill.
I looked at him and asked “Are you serious?”
He said “Man I know it sounds crazy but trust me.”
He assured me the Newcastle dominatrix knew how to get the kinks out. So I gave it a whirl. After knocking back a couple shots of Fireball whiskey, I stood before her. Her red leather body suit hugged every curve of her body. She was gorgeous. All I can say is after spending a few hours with her she did get me all tied up and worked all the kinks out.
So my mom is into adult webcams. From sitting on her knee and watching Cheers reruns to accidentally walking in on her getting the full live visual of Lamont via the internet, it’s been one heck of a ride. I never would of imagined, but it seems pretty stupid to not have at this point. My parents have been married 30 years, which is more than I’ve been alive. I can’t stand to be with someone in a romantic relationship beyond 1 year, so the idea that my parents made it 30 without some “help” along the way was foolish at best. At first I was really judgemental about it, and kind of ashamed too. I’ve been thinking about it more, and all i can say is “Good for her.” Who is she really hurting? I get we’re a society founded by puritans, but maybe it’s time to loosen up on some of this sexual repression.
Me and my father have never really had a close relationship because he likes to drink. Many times over the years he has done some crazy things and nothing he seems to do is really never a big surprise. He recently told me he was going out and he did not come home for 3 days! I did not know if I should call and tell my mother or call the police and report him missing.
He came home and looked all worn down, his hair was a mess and looked like he hadn’t showered in days. I questioned him just like I always have and I really wished that I didn’t. He went on to tell me that he went out to the sports bar and found a woman that he had no strings attached fuck buddy with all weekend. He said that he does this often to fulfill his manly needs.
Why is gay dating such a difficult activity? Why must we as women get all dressed up in our finest clothes? Why must we take an hour to fix our hair and another hour to fix our faces? Why can’t we just go as we are? I want to go out with that hottie who moved in next door. But why can’t he just accept me just as I am? I am beautiful without all the ornaments, baubles, and bangles. I can be a natural beauty without having to try. Because, that gorgeous specimen sure doesn’t have to try very hard to be beautiful. I have seen that body work out on his weight machines in the middle of his living room. Wow, he makes my heart flutter! Now, let’s see if I can make his do the same. Time to get to work!