Hey, sexy fuckers.
This week has been all about settling back into my old habits and just enjoying my London life as much as possible.
It started, of course, with some horny fucks and sucks in the office toilets, with some eager, horny boys licking my balls and squeezing my cock in pleasure and awe.
Had some hot Asian boys as well as some cute English ones, and a particularly well-endowed Spanish boy pushed me down on my knees and mouth fucked me hard until he came all over my chest (luckily I’d taken off my top, hehe…).
This week also brought with it some food for thought. I met up with two different guys for actual dates, like no sex on the first meeting. I know–is that even possible with me, right? Well, apparently it is, hehe. I met them on separate dates, chit-chatted about this and that, and a few kisses later we went our separate ways. All very well and exciting.
They were very sweet lads, both of them. I had a second date with one of them and this time went over to his place, mainly for a blowjob. But my cock cleverly negotiated a better deal and, after a bit of fumbling around on his bed, it was buried deep inside his bum and I gave him my sperm. He’s really hot, all smooth and soft with a massive cock. He mainly tops, it turns out, so maybe I can persuade him to film for us. I’m sure all you horny men out there would appreciate his cock and bum and cute face, hehe.
For my second date with the other cute lad (who is one part of a happy identical twin pair, both gay), I was stood up. I say this in “shock,” lol, as I don’t really do dates; I’ve found that they don’t really lead to anywhere I want to go but I wanted to give it a try because I thought maybe I’ve been wrong all this time, who knows. Anyhow, we had decided to meet at around 7 for some horny fun and I was gagging for his cute little bum; he’s a gorgeous, cute, little blond boy.
He never got back to me, though, nor replied to my messages. For some strange reason I was getting more and more annoyed, maybe cause I fancied him more than I wanted to admit or simply cause I guess no one wants to be ignored. Either way it really pissed me off and made me sad, him not even bothering to cancel our date. I’d already had two boys in the toilets that day so I don’t know why I was complaining… I’m just spoiled, I guess, and that’s not something I’m proud of.
So here is a formal apology to all guys (and gals) that I ever ignored or didn’t respond to or blocked on apps, etc.: I’m so sorry, and sending big hugs your way now.
Apart from that we got a bunch of new furniture for the TIM office and have been putting them all together (god bless IKEA, lol). And it’s looking AWESOME. The bed soda arrives this week, yeah! I’m so proud of our little gem in South London.
Oh, can someone PLEASE tell my husband to stop eating brussel sprouts? Stinky, stinky (on all fronts…). That’s all I got to say, haha.
Looking forward to the HustlaBall soon. It’ll be fun. Hope their darkroom is as large and busy as last time, haha… Yummy orgy!
P.S. It turned out that the twin had been stuck in consecutive meetings all day and not been able to answer any messages. He thoroughly apologized and we are rearranging our meet hopefully later in the week, yeah! So all my hiss and fuss was as usual for no reason whatsoever. Hehe–great work, Sherlock Dickson.
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