I have to stop blogging when I am horny and/or too tired to think of anything else.

Need work. But you get the idea.

God damn, do I need me some penis. I crave cock like it was oxygen. I’m so horny right now that I’d blow a hobo if he asked me.

And not, as usual, only out of politeness.

Would love me some of that sweet mouse butt too. First I would push my tongue in there to rim him to within an inch of his life anjd get him all slick and squirmy, then I would ride that ass like a cowboy, fucking him hard and deep till I made him spurt without him even touching his cock.

Then I would fill him with my cream, triumphantly.

My fantasies, like everything else from my imagination, are quite detailed.

Maybe I should just start writing porn. There’s money in it, unlike this strangle form of dabbling at it. And it would be the logical extension of expressing my sexuality by writing about it, with the added bonus of cha-ching.

But don’t worry, fair reader. If I start to do so, I will do it away from this blog.

I impose on you enough with this porn posts. To drag you along with my when I write full on erotica would be asking far too much.

Plus, if I write porn, it will include all my kinks, and not in the watered down version I have shown you so far.

And speaking of water….

Like I mentioned before, I am into piss. A pic like that makes me so very hot.

And thirsty. Oh, so thirsty.

But that one is mostly theoretical. I haven’t tried it in real life. The most I have done is sample my own, and while the flavour was actually pretty good, the saltiness of it made my stomach ache.

I suppose it’s an acquired taste. Like beer. Which it resembles.

In my fantasies, I drink straight from the tap, baby. Again… I am so damn oral. I would love to suck a pissing cock and drink that golden nectar like I was sucking in through a straw…. made of cock!

Which are a thing. Sorta.

And the nice thing is, the flavour is somewhat under your control. If you drink plenty of fluids and stay hydrated, your urine will be clear and flavour free.

Call it Pee Lite.

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Well, that was enough to get me off, so that’s enough smut for a while.

Ordered sushi via Skip the Dishes last night. Basically the same order that our phone issues (which resolved themselves) kept me from getting last week.

As usual, I ordered enough for two meals. One I ate last night, and one I ate just now, for lunch. It’s always a mess o’ maki in one meal and a donburi and miso in the other.

I must not be totally allergic to or hate fish, because I loooooove miso soup. There is something so very soothing and delicious about it.

Maybe I am low on some vital nutrient that only seafood can provide and therefore miso is my only source for it because it’s literally the only seafood thing I eat.

I tried looking miso paste up on Amazon Canada but I could not make sense of the results. None of the product descriptions told me how much miso soup the package made, or how exactly you used it.

I am guessing you just add a small amount of paste to boiling water, and maybe stir it up a little, but I am not sure.

I know that it’s supposed to be one of the cheapest foods around, though, and that it only takes a tiny dollop to make a bowl because it’s so concentrated.

Maybe I will just look for it in the Chinese section of Pricesmart next time I am there.

Yeah, I know, miso’s Japanese, but it still might be there.

I suppose it might be in the “ethnic foods” section too.

This is me, forcing myself to stop talking about goddamned miso.

And I am NOT going back to porn, god damn it!

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God, why am I so vacant lately.

I really feel mentally vacuous. Like I got nothin’ but air up there. I try to bring my thoughts together into something coherent, and all I get is a vast sucking sound like someone just opened the outer airlock without closing the inner airlock.

I am sure it will all come back to me when I get some decent sleep. My sleep has been even more disrupted than usual lately. I can’t sleep for more than an hour and a half, and that means I need to go back on the sleeping pills pronto.

Now if only I could find them.

I found some bupropion. And I had no idea why I had it. So I looked it up.

Silly me, I had forgotten that bupropion is the generic name for Wellbutrin, which I take every day with lunch already. So that’s definitely not a sleeping pill.

I know I have some mirtazapine around here somewhere. It is listed as an antidepressant. One of its side effects is sleepiness.

So I am figuring that it’s a matter of turning the negative into a positive. It makes people sleepy, you say? Then use it as a sleep aid, by Jove!

Plus, I am already on two antidepressants (Paxil and Wellbutrin), so it’s not like it will be adding anything new to my bloodstream.

It’s settled, then. When I go to bed tonight, I will take one of these tiny pills, and hopefully it will keep me asleep long enough to catch up on REMs.

Tomorrow’s Monday, and I have nothing going on Mondays, so I have no excuse to not take the damned thing and sleep as long as I need to sleep to catch up.

Might end up being a very sleepy Monday, but it will be worth it if I feel better after.

After all, I have a lot of dreaming to do….

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.