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| I’ve got a secret that I’m a bit ashamed to share. You see, I detest doing laundry. [Edit: laundry is now a very soft limit] There I said it! The hamper, it sits in the corner of my room, taunting me as it slowly fills up with clothes until that dreaded day arrives, laundry day. Even after all the laundry is done, the hamper taunts me, it knows I’m going to feed it soon. Don’t even get me started on the fridge, I think it’s in cahoots with the hamper; it always seems to know to gurgle and make noise right as I’m falling asleep.
Aside from my distrust of the fridge, which is totally deserved, I’m a pretty normal guy. I like being outdoors. The stillness and solitude that comes from camping in a spot away from everything is a welcome change. Lying next to a fire and looking up and being able to see hundreds of stars just feels right. Being from south Fl, I’m a bit of a beach person, kinda been missing swimming in the ocean to be ompletely honest. I’m a newbie diver as well, so like, if you’re a diver, shoot me a message! I’m a decent cook, but like, cooking eggs is something that eludes me. I’m told eggs are easy, but there’s GOT to be some kind of black magic secret behind not burning eggs. I am a complete sucker for a nice home cooked meal though. I just can’t let that set me back from my goal of teaching the toaster to love. I love me some futurama!
I can’t put into words that wonderful feeling I get being topped, it’s awesome. That feeling of offering it up, that pause as you hope it’s taken, the feeling of warmth, of intense care, of crushing sweetness and fear at being so open, of not having anything else to hide behind. It’s like that pair of jeans, that beat up pakir that’s torn and frayed but is kept around because when you pull it on, it feels just right? Yeah, that’s the feeling I get, it just feels so right.
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So, I blog, and decided to type up a funny story, enjoy.
I was imbibing in a few red solo cups
, and due to some poor choices earlier in the day, I had the strongest urge to sleep. The only problem is, coupled with that urge to sleep was an even larger urge to shove both my wrists into my belt, as I was wearing jeans, effectively self restraining myself. *Shrug* What can I say, it felt comfortable! *grin* Insert a ‘You might be submissive if…. Joke’. Anyhow, I did this and promptly fell asleep, err, passed out.
Now, picture this, you’re my friend's roommate; You've just gotten home, seen that there are people over at your apartment, but want nothing more than to get to your bathroom, take a shower, and then go to sleep. Yep, the roommate found me, all 5’11″ and 180 pounds of layer upon layer of dormant muscle awaiting it’s day to be called into service, kneeling in a corner of the bathroom, with hands effectively restrained behind him, sleeping like a baby. I’m betting she still gives the other roommate (my friend) crap about that till this day. |
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| Age: 25 |
| Largo,
Florida |
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