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| toothbrush |
on Thu 21 Aug 08, 5:43 PM to toothbrush's blog.
Oh dear
Its the hormones apparently
Reminders of sex jump out in every possible scenario. The colleague going to Mallorca reminds me of a friend who got fruity at Cap de Formentor.
I spent a work trip in London this week. My colleagues seemed to telepathically know my weakness. They chose routes past the steps where I snogged the first lovely lady I met from IC, then along a pavement I'd last walked with the most delightfully intelligent cock tease.
Its got so bad that I even look at the malnourished rakes at the Olympics in a new way. Very worrying.
So, off for a bike ride through the woods to burn off the testosterone. No doubt there will be puddles in the woods. I'll splash through them and I'll think of a certain lady
I wonder if I'll see some dogging?? Yucky, but even that's tempting.
Stick to the puddles.... Splish splash splosh ..... that'll be nice 
| 21 Aug 08, 9:18 PM toothbrush UK(LS), 3 yrs |
Good puddles, very good. Some fresh and splashy, others clinging and muddy. Had the desired result. Getting back in a wrecked state made me think about cock teasing. I'm not sure about cockteasing. Why worry about a cock when a greater satisfaction is to be had with wrecking other parts of the body? Edited 30 Mar 10, 8:00 PM by toothbrush |
