Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Missed encounters

Some bloke sends me a couple of pics on Grindr. He looks younger in the second one than in the first - and the first pic has a time stamp from 2010. You know, if there isn't a single photo of yourself taken in the last three years that you can send, then don't send. Otherwise it's false advertising.

Speaking of Grindr, I was on holiday a week ago in Dubrovnik (stunning place) and this local guy (31 according to his profile) wanted to hook up. I was like fuck, me want! Cock went hard instantly. But I wasn't travelling alone and didn't have access to a car either so sadly, it didn't happen. I wonder how many foreigners he has fucked this tourist season.

Thursday, 17 October 2013

Spandex anyone?

This is a home made ad for Doritos. I don't have a fetish for spandex but the bloke in the red suit turned me on so much, I had to pause a few times to drool over the perfect contours on his frame. I am more than happy to play the villain who straps him to an electric chair. This is beginning to sound like BDSM...

Tuesday, 15 October 2013


I know I know. Where the fuck have I been right? I haven't been away (not the reason for disappearing anyway). Not been straightened. No life-event posts on Facebook. No car crash. No fuck all. And it is exactly because my numbers have not been increasing that I don't know if I should post...about life's routine?

I don't keep a record but if I drew a cumulative chart for the number of cocks I have had an affair with over time, I am on a plateau now longer than ever before. When I was a uni student, there would have been a commendable uphill slope, accelerated with Grindr's gain in momentum. Then when I got my car, it probably shot up like Apple's share price at the time. My car also took me to Rob's house on the opposite side of town.

Some kind of relationship has built up between Rob and I like cobwebs when nobody was watching, without a single date or any words of commitment ever being said. I have also become a regular at the glory hole. The smokey lad would call once in a while too. With a few tried-and-tested buddies like them on speed dial I have become...more fussy with picking men for a local hook up. I still go on Grindr all the time but this is only a town rather than a city - everyone has already tried it with almost everyone else in their league or above. I don't say yes to just anyone with a functioning cock anymore. The desperate bottom-or-die urge also comes less often for some unknown reason.

Should I be concerned?