Monday was Martin Luther King’s Birthday so I didn’t have to work. I told Mr. Sam I was free most of the day. He did his morning chores, called me after he was finished.
I picked him up to head to the grocery store to get some items for us.
It was a perfect day to hide away from the world. Damp, icy and rainy and cloudy. His mother met us at the door and his father was sitting in his chair. I walked past them and headed up the stairs.
I watched Mr.Sam set up his computer so that I could look at his art work and start working on photographing all of them.
Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.
Day 15 of 365
Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.
“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.
Read what happens next in “Hiding Away”
I haven’t posted anything in what feels like days, weeks and months. Why is that? I have been involved with Mr.Sam. We are remaining friends with a strong & dangerous sexual attraction.
We’ve gone over the boundaries of our friendship. Dealing with the bar life gossip. Going to doctor’s appointments, being unwell for a day or so. The craziest part of this past week was when I heard that Charlie returned from camp and doesn’t have to go to “college.” Now I’m sure that I will be seeing him sooner than I want to, especially with Mr. Sam.
Just distracted this week….but I made time to dream….
I don’t normally eat raspberries. At the grocery store today I seen them. They looked delicious, they were delicious.
These were inside some of my Chinese Fortune Cookies.
Friday December 30, 2017 I had an emotional melt down. A day of feeling only sadness. It was the same day I took the Cat Woman photos.
I took those first, I started to feel the emotions build up inside and I thought I’m going to go with it.
I didn’t want to use the Nikon, so I used my iPhone. I held the smartphone as the tears started to flow down my face.
What kind of shocked me is how much I liked how they came out. I shared this with some of my friends, who had invited me to a New Year’s Eve party. I told them, “I’m not attending I’m just not feeling it. They said “you look so sad in those photos.” Good. Because that was what I was going for.
Mr. Sam said “Looking at them makes me sad, but I can’t stop looking at them.” Mr. Sam came up with the titles for these photos.
I have since snapped myself out of that 24 hr meltdown. I am back to my sarcastic and slutty habits.
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Every so often I get a message from a fan or follower. Most of the time it has a dick photo attached.
And I add those to my collection of cock
.See. See, look at the cock! He’s so proud of his cock. Not bad, but I blurred it out to protect the guilty.
And then there is those messages that I like to share. I know that the photos below, don’t really count towards my 365, but I’m including them anyway.
Now …. yesterday I recorded a podcast because someone had suggested I make that one (only) of my New Years resolutions.
Later that evening I received this tweet on twitter. @5150Silverback on twitter is one of my top fans/followers. He’s intelligent, funny and generous. What’s not to adore about him?
The second was a message I received on Instagram for a man who goes by @cactusdqp on Instagram. Go check out his Facebook page called Rural Photography.
I really appreciate this love & support. It’s the little things that tickle my pretty pink places!
I was going to toss this photo away, decided against it. Instead I decided to work with it.
I thought I had posted it already, but I must have forgotten to do that with all the other bullshit that I have allowed to cloud my mind.
I wanted to give it a cartoon or fantasy kind of feel to it.