Guilt Trip 4

Bike Week
The Java Connection
The Love Plant
Guilt Trip 4
Guilt Trip 3
Guilt Trip 2
Guilt Trip
Pillow Talk
Contingency Plans
Doughnut Envy
Run Ragged
My Friend Harry-page 23
My Friend Harry-page 24
My Friend Harry-page 25
My Friend Harry page 26
My Friend Harry- page 27
My Friend Harry - page 22
My Friend Harry-page 21
My Friend Harry page 20
My Friend Harry -Page 19
My Friend Harry-Page 18
My Friend Harry- page 16
My Friend Harry-page 17
My Friend Harry -page 15
My Friend Harry page 14
My Friend Harry-page 13
My Friend Harry-page 12
My Friend Harry-page 11
My Friend Harry-Page 10
My Friend Harry- Page 9
My Cat Butch-Page 4
My Cat Butch-page 3
My Friend Harry-page 8
My cat Butch - Page 2
My cat Butch - page 1
My Friend Harry - page 7
My Friend Harry page 6
My Friend Harry-page 4
My Friend Harry- page 5
My Friend Harry-page 3
My Friend Harry page 2
About Me
Photo Album

Finally. Finally I’m not longer a beast, and  Lola’s calling me sweetie again.

But I’m not taking the ring out of my pocket. The thing is, being kicked out had been one thing, her sharing a  private photo she’d taken of me in one of our lighter moods for all to see and gawk at, well, I feel…I guess you’d say, a little bit violated.

And it wasn’t just the girls at the beauty contest who saw me posed and ready for action, if you know what I mean by ‘action’, it’s that Angie also saw it. And by tomorrow, all the women at NIMR are going to be laughing about it. Giggling about my taped paper fig leaf and  asking  Lola and Angie if the snipped variations that were pinned to it at the impromptu party behind the scenes at the beauty contest were the same size, shape, etc. Then no doubt they’ll ask to be shown the original photo, or maybe even the cutout  itself so they can play pin the pee-pee on the Captain themselves. Now that idea is worse than them actually viewing me starkers, and with a full erection, no less.

Lola likes photographing me in various states of undress, and tweeks the pictures into ‘artistic’ poses for her blog. But this one wasn’t camouflaged  at all by paint or charcoal strokes, etc. I can only hope she decides against sharing it online!

No, of course  I’m sure she won’t. NIMR has a strict policy against sexual harassment, and even though her blog is personal, the fact that she’d be exposing me to the world, well, let’s just say that Harry would be inclined to fire her in a heartbeat.  And he could, legally.

But I sure don’t want her to lose her job over some feminine wiles. I’m a big boy, I can stand the humiliation and embarrassment.  So I’ll tell Harry it’s a girl thing and to go easy on her.

In the meantime, I’m looking at a black velvet bow tie, and two rhinestone nipple clips that she wants me to put on while she’s changing into a red velvet teddy and black stockings. I hate to say it, but those little lingerie items really turn me on. I’ll wear the bow tie, but I draw the line at having my the rest of my anatomy decorated.  I don’t even have a tattoo.

She did suggest I get one once…after we watched a movie about a sub commander who got so drunk he got a tattoo on his dick that said ‘Welcome Aboard’* . No way. Absolutely not! Even if she wanted to replace their ‘Welcome Aboard’ with ‘Property Lola Hale’.  

I have just enough time to sneak into the kitchen and take that damn cutout out for tomorrow’s morning garbage pick-up, but I’d better sheer away parts of it and shred them…don’t want the neighbors to think I’m some kind of egotist.

It’s not there! I just asked her where it was. “In a safe place,” she said but I can’t demand more info as she’s standing by the bedroom door in a  sultry ‘come hither’ look and I can only hope I can finish this sentence and shut down before I



Attn. Blogger
You have posted an unfinished have posted an unfinished risk posting your unfinished entry if you do not respond within 5 minutes...4 minute warning...3 minute warning...2 minute warning...1 minute warning....0. Entry posted.

* Up Periscope