After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.
I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.
The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”
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.
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!
Bacon. Who doesn’t love a heart attack waiting to happen?
Today I’m eating one of my favorite snacks from my childhood. Tacos … a bacon wrapped tortilla. I do miss my grandma’s homemade tortillas.
We don’t make bacon that often and when we do it’s only on Sunday.
August through September is usually super hot & humid in Northern Illinois. So taking the dog for a walk is a chore, something we end up saying “it’s too hot or I’m too tired.” Poor Stinky Stella.
Yesterday it was a perfect evening. Low 70’s with a beautiful sunset. We took her to the park so she can run off leash. She’s a great “shelter” dog. Very well-behaved, feel for her and often wonder what kind of pathetic life she had before she came to her life of leisure here with us.
She’s 8 years old now.
She has her moments when she gets full of energy. Tonight was one of those nights. I play “hide & seek” with her around the huge bushes and we play “can’t get me.” That’s what we were doing here when she’s running toward me.
I hate having a dog, but I love having a dog!
I stopped by an old friend’s house today. She has mad Betty Crocker skills, even though the cinnamon rolls came from a tube. The coffee was perfect. We enjoyed the morning chatted about our upcoming trip to New Orleans.
After I took those white sock photos, I took off the shoes & socks because it’s so hot and I’m in the comfort of my home, so its flip-flop time!