Hockey is always a blast! Thanks for askin'! Sweaty and winded and having the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm going to move to center from wing. This means more responsibility, Centers have to drop back faster to help defensively... yet they also play deep to create scoring chances... It will be interesting to see how I do on faceoffs... I've never even practiced taking one. ;-)
Yep, I have sticks from both our good mang Uncle SP. I also have one from Danny Hinote. I do not have pictures of myself with players ranging from Hidjy to Drury! That rules! I have one of me with the Cup, and one of me with Podein's stick out on the pepsi center ice.
What a game tonight! 5-2. Love it! Now let's do it in their home!
We'll all have to try to go to a game sometime! Sam and her ex Blake took me to a game once. I haven't yet properly loved them back for that yet. ;-)
Just got back from hanging for a bit with Trin. It's horrible how much I'm trying to build something out of nothing. I kinda wish I could just cut bait and move on. But it's that damn saviour complex... And it is spring and Hayzues Crisco am I feeling nature's urge to mate.
While we were smoking (stoner cute aside: we shotgun our hits, which I pretend are kisses) down in the basement, her sister's kitty was there and in heat. The, well you can't call it meowing as it was more of a frustrated plea for relief... whatever noise she was making it was constant. You had to feel for her... She's there in front of me with her rear arched waiting pleading for one of us to put an end to the yearn and fuck the shit out her. I mean she needed it so bad she didn't care what species provided the means. In my unrequited ultra horny state I have to admit I was teased with the thought of taking her up on it. The whole thing was an amusing parallel to our human situation... I all but had my ass in the air for Trina and she couldn't have been more flatline. That's where the saviour complex kicks in... I mean a warm tongue on a clit feels good, no? Not to let the hubris swell my ceph to match the other engorged head, but I know in and of itself my touch has felt pleasing on the rare occasions she's shared some levels of intimacy. So why can't she take that feeling and run with it? Asexuality should not be a choice if there are other options. But I guess that's where depression, and past traumas can be a bitch. Maybe some folks just aren't wired for happy. But I so much want to see her smiling. I want to see her back arched in the air and toes curled in exctasy. I want to be the guy providing that. I'm a super sucker for the misfit little redheads... Must have developed a Pippi Longstockings fetish when I was wee.
Welp, there's my heart out on my sleeve once again. I probably should try and put some kind of effort in staying quiet and "mysterious" some time. Seems like the girls dig that more than the co-dependent 'let-me-please-every-fiber-of-your-being' thing I've been working on.
Yep, I have sticks from both our good mang Uncle SP. I also have one from Danny Hinote. I do not have pictures of myself with players ranging from Hidjy to Drury! That rules! I have one of me with the Cup, and one of me with Podein's stick out on the pepsi center ice.
What a game tonight! 5-2. Love it! Now let's do it in their home!
We'll all have to try to go to a game sometime! Sam and her ex Blake took me to a game once. I haven't yet properly loved them back for that yet. ;-)
Just got back from hanging for a bit with Trin. It's horrible how much I'm trying to build something out of nothing. I kinda wish I could just cut bait and move on. But it's that damn saviour complex... And it is spring and Hayzues Crisco am I feeling nature's urge to mate.
While we were smoking (stoner cute aside: we shotgun our hits, which I pretend are kisses) down in the basement, her sister's kitty was there and in heat. The, well you can't call it meowing as it was more of a frustrated plea for relief... whatever noise she was making it was constant. You had to feel for her... She's there in front of me with her rear arched waiting pleading for one of us to put an end to the yearn and fuck the shit out her. I mean she needed it so bad she didn't care what species provided the means. In my unrequited ultra horny state I have to admit I was teased with the thought of taking her up on it. The whole thing was an amusing parallel to our human situation... I all but had my ass in the air for Trina and she couldn't have been more flatline. That's where the saviour complex kicks in... I mean a warm tongue on a clit feels good, no? Not to let the hubris swell my ceph to match the other engorged head, but I know in and of itself my touch has felt pleasing on the rare occasions she's shared some levels of intimacy. So why can't she take that feeling and run with it? Asexuality should not be a choice if there are other options. But I guess that's where depression, and past traumas can be a bitch. Maybe some folks just aren't wired for happy. But I so much want to see her smiling. I want to see her back arched in the air and toes curled in exctasy. I want to be the guy providing that. I'm a super sucker for the misfit little redheads... Must have developed a Pippi Longstockings fetish when I was wee.
Welp, there's my heart out on my sleeve once again. I probably should try and put some kind of effort in staying quiet and "mysterious" some time. Seems like the girls dig that more than the co-dependent 'let-me-please-every-fiber-of-your-being' thing I've been working on.