Addiction is the gift that keeps on giving. Cheyenne is available this week to party and I am trying to hold myself back from that Llano Estacado succubus. I have to see what the dommes are up to on Max Fisch and the nasty ass action of Best Femdom Video makes me flinch and hunger simultaneously. Our Lady of the Perpetual Cock Sucking, Tatum Reed must be caught up with…..And the young lovely who sits outside my office is one of those little bit used up, hard living looking rough gals who I want to slam up against the wall of my office and make merry with. Or have her make me cum on the tattoo on her ankle and eagerly slurp it up.
I bring all that up so you can see the sexual static that continually buzzes through the brain and being of the addict. So, when we find an opening that enables us to fly away from it and just be…it may not be orgasmic but it’s awfully sweet.
Caught “Wicked” this weekend and the green girl made me smile, cheer and get a little moist in the eye. Like most Broadway these days, way too over the top and all points are telegraphed but damnit, I loved it. We had box seats poised seemingly directly above the stage and it was just gossamer. I was set adrift and I liked. As a sometime theater director, it was cool to be up high to see the blocking and get a sneak peak at some theater “magic.”
Next day, saw the Boulder Acoustic Society, a group of musicians who blend genres like the dude from “Fargo” stuffing bodies in the wood chipper. It was all ground together and dee-lightful.
Not much fucking or awkwardness today. Sorry. The green chick got to me. I’m full of miles of smiles..
