Okie dokie, what's going on? I don’t know. I think, not sure..

Okie dokie, what's going on? I don’t know. I think, not sure, that I have some time scheduled with Ryan again today. I could use a good fuck, so hopefully, that pans out. Would prefer it to be Rob, but I’ll take whatever hard cock cums my way. That’s mean to say that…but it’s true. Everyone has a preference for pretty much everything. My preference when it cums to getting my insides sprayed down with jizz is Rob. Plus, Rob leaves me pretty much ruined for two or three days afterward, and I like that. See what happens today.

The Testosterone is kicking in hard. I want to fuck so bad it’s keeping me up at night. I had to rub one out at 3 am. I’m not complaining. My clit is throbbing, and it’s hard all the time. It’s got to be getting bigger, or at least it’s ready to start getting bigger. Weird share. The Test is making want a dick so bad I can taste it…and I know what dick tastes like. Will someone just hurry up and invent a magic potion that will turn my clit into a fully functional six-inch dick. Please and thank you. And no…I don’t want to be a rainbow flag waving let's transition maniac. I get it. It’s a fantasy…it’s not going to happen. I just want my clit to turn into a dick. I have zero desire to be a dude but an actual chick with an actual 6-inch clit dick…. I could go for that.

My “you don’t want to be my cuck” rant wasn’t meant to discourage anyone from aspiring to be a cuck. It was just a public service announcement that the thought of it for most guys is more appealing than the actual application of it. It takes a mentally strong man to be able to live that lifestyle.

I have been invited to another “Swingers House Party” this weekend. I’m going. I’m trying to get Rob to take me, but he hasn’t answered me. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask Ryan, then Tony, and if neither of those two can do it, then Scott. I hope not Scott. He gets along with everyone everywhere he goes. It’s annoying. I go to these parties to breed, not socialize. His job is to entertain me, not everyone else.

Got some feedback on my TikTok phone zombie rant as well. Apparently, TikTok is a useful tool. I disagree. Looking up how to replace the piston in your car is a useful tool. Watching giant boats get launched a thousand times is an addiction. You can’t fool another addict. Defending the addiction is addict playbook 101. I defend my addiction by saying sex is healthy, and it is. Until you start impacting other people's lives…which I do all the time. It’s part of my addiction. I admit it. I don’t want to quit, and I don’t think I could even if I wanted to at this point in my life. I don’t see the need to. I inform all my future possible long-term partners of the ride they are about to get on. They make their own choice, and it’s on them to hop off if it gets to be too much. The good news is that I won’t be overdosing on orgasms, and I get some cardio in while I’m at it. The bad news is…I have zero concerns about fucking my best friend's husband if he turns me on. The good news is that if I do fuck your husband…it’s not because I want to hold hands and go on picnics with him. I just wanted a dick in my guts, and his dick happened to be the closest available one. Wow. This is oversharing at its worst. Oh well, I call it like I see it.