Some sweeet ladies around…

Some girls I can talk to , and it is so casual to not really be flirting, but we are talking about weird places we have been…, where…., “the place just decides” we are going to need to masturbate pretty quick.

Then we can actually talk about like, specific places, bathrooms, stairwells, elevators , in certain buildings, whatever it takes, to get a minute away from the incessant national obsession with monitoring and supervision.

it is a mini rush to hear about a friend of hers( her) who was dong herself in her car in a busy multi level parking garage having a fantasy about almost any guy who walked by her that day…

There is a lot of “defiance against authority” and really, we respect real authority, but there is a lot of it, that never provides anything for us, we get used, and shoved away.

I like the validation and approval ( and adult erotic suggestions) thing…., from a smiling happy girl who couldn’t care less about what I do, with myself, and mostly just wants to trust me, and relax, and hope we all make it past these weird days, and maybe actually get laid once in awhile.

There are so many people who want us to pay them, for any moment of ‘less misery.’

” sooooo, you had a moment of less misery? huh? you know I could report you for that. “

” do you have a current masturbation permit?”

Another excuse for them…., to claim I am behaving like a teenager, and do not deserve rewards appropriate for an adult.

Pretty amazing that I have some of the most beautiful women within two hundred miles telling me they damn well approve, and they are, the reward, appropriate for an adult.

Somebody out there…., is getting a free ride.. and the girl knows it, and I know it.

So I am sitting in a cool little spot in the rocks next to the creek and the approaches are about impossible for anybody to get to, without me knowing about it, this forest is so natural that the power of the place will force me to act natural, there is no real authority who could ever afford to patrol all of it, but we are so conditioned to believe they could, I am a hundred miles from town and I am still worried about getting caught.

Then I remember the girl back in the city, talking about how she knew a lot of cool girls who…, were very cautious, but they might, maybe, sort of….., get turned on, and let that feeling do what it wanted, until they were getting off, in some strange location.

That pulls in the healthy adult fantasy, nothing weird, strait sex, with a woman who is not in debt to any authority, or worried, about my social status, or earning capacity.

This is an extraordinary exercise in denial. I have to pretend there is some woman left, somewhere, who will not ask what I do for a living, and if I have friends with a fucking speed boat, so she can go water skiing. Maybe uuhh….a hot tub, a hang glider? Scuba gear?

Frequent flyer miles?

Nope baby, I got a hard on, next to a nice creek.

There are so many awesome girls who would love to let me fuck their silly little brains out next to that creek, but their boyfrind’s speed boat wouldn’t make it up my creek, I don’t have a “regulation creek”, it is a regular old fashioned one.

My come, and the authority ghosts and all their friends wash downstream, eliminated by the power of the forest, and the memory of the sweet smile and pretty eyes of the girl in the city, laughs…, and she just can’t wait…, to tell me more about her last…, little time she spent alone…

The desktop background leads to bedtime….

So I was writing here and staying pretty aroused, then had more images to check out,  and an hour or so messin around, and I was finally so ready to get my pants off I couldn’t handle it. mmmmm that was right, it  was weird to have a place to write about it, where somebody might know , I had my pants off, lookin at awesome ladies.
So all that worked, and the desktop background, looked pretty silly after, sorta cool how everything is calm and different after I finish all that intense time in my day.

Then I stumbled into my other almost never explored image files, and found a great photo of a Lotus Espirit,  a great car, blue – gray and the same color as the clouds all over the sky behind it….

The control thing comes back,  I look around a lot to see if I have been ignoring anything I really need to put in order, and as usual, spending hours playing with this machine and then jacking off, the place gets to be a bit of a mess, but no big deal today.

Had some dinner, and started thinking about how great that car looks sitting behind the icons, nice sophisticated way to finish off a day. And to start one tomorrow. Sophisticated is a cool thing, and I can’t get off looking at a car, but it could come close, depending on the car….cars can be great for a recharge, after relaxing, my way, for a while….

Someday.., I will not be talking about the ladies, and stimulation, so much. Something about the real cars, and really enjoying pushing my intellect to the limit, normally takes over, any time I get too weird about any sex thing.

Hope somebody else out there is having a nice evening before bed too….

Maybe I’ll throw you a link to that photo of the Lotus someday…..