Aahhh, yesss!....

Another Saturday morning. No early work to get to. No rush to do anything. Just solitude, peace and quiet. And especially no greedy and obnoxious SG girl's hair in my face, hands grabbing for my cock, demanding even MORE sex! Again!? Woman, how many orgasms did you get last night?! (Hint: Lux and Opaque).

No, just solitude and quiet. The only sounds I hear are soft songs of the birds in the trees. And then the freeway traffic in the distance, an occasional car horn or alarm, and of course, a few angry shouts of young gang members from the barrio cursing in Spanglish. Just sometimes.

Other than that, just solitude and quiet. I'm going back to bed.

Well...maybe first jerk off to some pics of SG girls. Then back to sleep.

Plan for getting SG girl to do threesome with me and my girlfriend:
STEP 1: Find a girlfriend. (Note: make sure she's bisexual and likes to have strap on sex with women)
STEP 2: Consult with someone who knows how to pull this off.
STEP 3: TBA.

TODAY:
Wake up
Spend 5 to 30 minutes lying in bed praying for death
Get up, shower, shave, get dressed
Eat breakfast
Go to work (good job; sucky pay)
Work
Go home
Check mail
Read emails, watch TV
Jerk off to photos of Suicide Girls
Go to bed
Dream of a happy life
TOMORROW:
Wake up
Spend 5 to 30 minutes lying in bed praying for death
Get up, shower, shave, get dressed
Eat breakfast
Go to work (good job; sucky pay)
Work
Go home
Check mail
Read emails, watch TV
Jerk off to photos of Suicide Girls
Go to bed
Dream of a happy life
Lather, rinse repeat

This morning, as is true for most mornings, I am overwhelmed by my insignificance.

I woke up yesterday (Saturday) morning at 5:30 AM and had the blissful realization that it was indeed Saturday, and that I could now sleep, sleep, sleep until...whenever. This, my friends, is the one blessed advantage of being single, childless, poor and unloved. No little critter to jump on your chest at 7:00 AM and demand breakfast; no obnoxious lover to reach over and demand affection and intimacy; no lawn to mow (I live in an apartment), house duties to attend to until I decide, and, most wonderfully, no work to get to by 8:00 AM. Just sleep. Blissful sleep.

Other advantages of being single, childless and poor are....

...let me get back to you on that.

After a recent romp through several old sets, I'm tempted to abandon reality for another year and resubscribe to SG for 12 more months. What do you think?

As my time with the Suicide Girls comes to a close in early September, I am growing more melancholy as the day approaches, but more hopeful that I can reenter reality with a better balance in life. I love the beauty of this place, but it's a fantasy, and I have to find relationships in reality.

I wonder what it would feel like to have a body that is not simply strong, beautiful and graceful, but also can be viewed as a piece of art. I'm just glad that my body isn't lame or repulsive to look at and that it still functions relatively reliably...on most days. But, oh, to be looked upon as both beloved and beautiful. I can't even imagine. What, Ms. Suicide Girls, is it like?

Sometimes when I spend time on this site, I feel that I've died and gone to heaven. Then I have an orgasm and come down to realize that it's just an illusion. What began as elation becomes bitterness and despair. I am, indeed, alone.

I'm in the mood for some angry sex tonight. No talk except whispered dirty words in your ear. Black leather, black silk, black PVC. Sweat, grunting and hard trusts. Any thoughts?