got bj?

It’s times like this that I’m slapping my forehead and sighing out in exasperation. Here I am in my office, surfing the next, watching hours of porn (because let’s face it, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do) and then I stumble on this little number. Two fucking sexy women going all over each other before getting down on their knees and worshiping a guy’s massive hard on. All the while, I’m slaving away over a computer writing a paragraph that was originally going to tell you a story about a blow job I once had in the bathroom at a local mall – which was interrupted by a rent-a-cop and a woman who took a massive piss in the next stall (yes, I was in the women’s bathroom and my at-the-time girlfriend had coaxed me into the idea – really, she just grabbed at my dick and stroked it a bit and I was game).

But no! No, instead, I find myself wondering why it is I’m writing about porn instead of going and getting me some. In all actuality, I think a sex tape of my own will sooner or later be in the works (you know, once I find a woman daring enough to take it off for the camera). Oh well, at least I still have some shreds of imagination to work off of. A really hot number giving me blow jobs on a regular basis. I suppose it’s all great. Not perfect, but great to say the least.

Nope. Still jealous.