I think I fixed my shit.
I’m feeling generous tonight, so I decided to dig up the old Princess Kara Links.
(Actually, I’m horny, about the whack off, and wanted to drool over Kara. So sue me.)
Okay, I think I fixed the blog. Reminder: I’m a pervert, not an IT guru.
I hate to broach this topic with you my fellow perverts, but I have to open it up for discussion.
We’re all familiar with thong underwear. The mighty thong and g-string have captured my fancy since long before I got hair on my nether regions. The question is, should guys wear thongs? Guys in thongs… gross or acceptable?
Now, I understand that most of us aren’t gay, and regardless of the answer to the thong question, our preference is to NOT see guys in thongs. I mean, when I’m in the locker room, I generally avert my eyes and try to avoid looking at guys in their underwear. I’m not so sure what I would do if I saw a guy in the locker room wearing a thong (let’s just say it doesn’t happen that often), I would probably kind of stare in shock rather than curiousity or perversion.
But I have to admit, a perverted chick once convinced me to wear this little man-thong she had bought at one store or another. She thought it looked sexy, even though it was sort of a marble pouch that refused to contain my unit once she started doing her dirty dance and arousing the anaconda. I do hereby swear that I’ve never worn a man-thong since then. But…if you tell anybody this I’ll deny it: it was F’ing comfortable.
So tell me what you think. Should guys wear thongs?
Ha ha ha ha. What the F do I file this one under? Do I have a topic for bunghole stories? Waxing the bunghole:
You Rule, Vietnamese Waxer LadyMy regular waxer was not available and I just could not bear the wild, untamed amazon bush jungle that my, well, bush had become for another day.
So I came to you on my lunch hour, Read the rest of this entry »
To go with Tuesday’s bra story, today we will feature a thong story. Think this girl just has skinny hips or what?
I had just started a new job at a posh motel and was left alone to tend the front desk after a couple of days of training with a supervisor.
It was quiet, very few arrivals or departures, and Read the rest of this entry »
There’s this chick in my office that I would bang. She is sort of flat (not that there’s anything wrong with having no boobs), so that’s a bit out of character for me. But holy shit, she sure smells good. I have never asked her, but I’m 100% positive she shops at that fruity store at all the malls, what is it Bath and Bodyworks? She always smells like a sexy-ass peach. Or some other fruit.
Also, I saw her thong the other day. I think I blog’d about it, but I can’t remember and I’m too lazy to search. It was riding up out of her jeans and she was turned around to her computer, and I was kind of staring at it, couldn’t help myself.
No lie, she just ran out, and her hair was flopping around behind her, and now our whole office smells like strawberries. She is a hick, and she’s married, and she has serveral kids. So I can just forget it. But still. There’s not that much action around the office, I might as well fantasize a little.
One of these days I will get moved to a new cubicle, and I won’t be able to keep all my shit turned away from everybody, and there will be no more blog updates from work. Also, I won’t be able to readjust my package when I see some hot porn link or have some perverted thought.
I’m going to try a new format for our updates… let me know if you like it.
The ”old” index page is HERE.
The “old” archives page is HERE.
