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Do you know me?
Feb. 5th, 2006 07:54 amDo you know me?
What can I say? I'm not straight. I follow a wavy white line down the highway of sexuality, taking advantage of the passing zones, but never quite managing to end up spending all the time on one side of of the road or the other. I seem to have my relationships and deepest kink with women, and occasional zipless fucks with men.
Sex doesn't rule everything I do or think, but it certainly keeps me occupied when I'm not thinking about work.
Do you know me? I'm the 40-something guru in your sales & marketing closing team who seems to know way too much about way too many things, but you can't imagine me being that out of the ordinary until you find yourself in my hotel room on a dare, with a field-expedient spreader bar between your legs, your cheeks glowing redder than you ever knew could turn you on, and my tongue up your ass while your clit discovers what *else* an electric toothbrush is good for.
Do you know me? I'm the good husband who *doesn't* flirt with all your friends.
Do you know me? I'm the guy sitting in the bar reading a book and watching golf.
Do you know me? I'm the guy who wants to fuck you so bad you can taste it across the room, but who's too damned shy to come over and say Hi.
Do you know me? I'm the one who gets everyone home safely from the bar and holds your hair and purse out of the way while you puke your guts into the dumpster behind the restaurant while we're walking back from too many Cosmos.
Do you know me? I'm the guy you're pegging in a motel nowhere near the house before you have to run off to pick up your husband at the train station.
Do you know me? I'm the one straight guy at the office who compliments your shoes in a way that doesn't sound like a cheesy come-on, *or* sound like I wish I could wear them myself.
Do you know me? I'm the daddy with a belly who's got your cock hammering his ass after he picked you up in a hotel bar.
Do you know me? Tell me who you think I am, or who you think *you* are.
(the above is in my bio, I admit, but I might as well get it out there...)
What can I say? I'm not straight. I follow a wavy white line down the highway of sexuality, taking advantage of the passing zones, but never quite managing to end up spending all the time on one side of of the road or the other. I seem to have my relationships and deepest kink with women, and occasional zipless fucks with men.
Sex doesn't rule everything I do or think, but it certainly keeps me occupied when I'm not thinking about work.
Do you know me? I'm the 40-something guru in your sales & marketing closing team who seems to know way too much about way too many things, but you can't imagine me being that out of the ordinary until you find yourself in my hotel room on a dare, with a field-expedient spreader bar between your legs, your cheeks glowing redder than you ever knew could turn you on, and my tongue up your ass while your clit discovers what *else* an electric toothbrush is good for.
Do you know me? I'm the good husband who *doesn't* flirt with all your friends.
Do you know me? I'm the guy sitting in the bar reading a book and watching golf.
Do you know me? I'm the guy who wants to fuck you so bad you can taste it across the room, but who's too damned shy to come over and say Hi.
Do you know me? I'm the one who gets everyone home safely from the bar and holds your hair and purse out of the way while you puke your guts into the dumpster behind the restaurant while we're walking back from too many Cosmos.
Do you know me? I'm the guy you're pegging in a motel nowhere near the house before you have to run off to pick up your husband at the train station.
Do you know me? I'm the one straight guy at the office who compliments your shoes in a way that doesn't sound like a cheesy come-on, *or* sound like I wish I could wear them myself.
Do you know me? I'm the daddy with a belly who's got your cock hammering his ass after he picked you up in a hotel bar.
Do you know me? Tell me who you think I am, or who you think *you* are.
(the above is in my bio, I admit, but I might as well get it out there...)
