Expectations are high...

Hot time on sight, pals.

This nord-east city I'm going to visit soon looks promising: I have this meeting for tomorrow late afternoon chez moi, with this fashinating guy, who already showed me he knows how to tickle my lust, and he already anticipated he might consider a "second match" the day after, in the morning. I'd love it! 

His nick name, in the internet dating service, is Aristocratico, and he had some sexy, classy pictures that gave me a very nice feel, and now I can't wait for the... touch. 

And his mind seemed twisted enough to match with mine, and this always is a plus for the little geisha and the lusty whore I hide inside me.

On the road again

Ready, set, go.

Just a few hours and I'll be hitting the road again. And - let me add: finally - alone. This will mean me, my car, my space, my music, my timings, and my dildos. Not to let alone the chance that a good shag could be on the cards if I can chat my time spicy enough on IRC, or I can find the PERFECT SPA: classy and horny with people wearing condoms.

Stay tuned!

Job-induced temperance

I reckon it could be because of this I start this diary. It's the thirst I feel for having a sexual life back; at least, if not a bisexual life, I mean I wish I had A sexual life. 

Recently, with job flights in Italy with hand baggage only and accompained by the Ceo I had no choice but to leave my lovely dildos home, and there sure were no option for casual sex at the destination of my travels because I sure could have not just left him alone somewhere so that I could go to a spa or meet somebody chatted up in irc. 

Then you'll have to add on top of that my lovely wife so much caught with feeding the baby. I do know all of this is very normal but one can't simply turn lustless because he can't satisfy it. Or not?