This could be a lot of fun.  I haven't seen a guy in tighty whities in I don't know how long, but on the right guy they could be sexy.  On the wrong guy they could be downright laughable.

There is something about rubbing a cock – or a pussy – through cloth that feels clandestine and dirty.  The most fun is continuing to rub the cock after he came so the material is wet and sticky.  If the guy has a lot of precome – leaky faucets are fun – then the whole handjob would be a nicely moist affair.

I swear.  True story.

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Having just moved into a new home.  Renting.  It’s rustic and falling apart in some places.  I’m sharing a room that’s big enough to have two queen bed and an anti room.

People come to visit.  A lot of people.  It gets chaotic.  Add to that each bed had to be professionally vacuumed.  A few dogs including Isis and a very sweet pit bull.

Tons of people running about.  Lots of stuff everywhere so anything specific is hard to find.

A woman has some sort of issue where she’s scratching at her vulva incessantly.  I never see her face.  She’s fat and scratching.  I see that then close my eyes and yell, “Dear god, it’s burned into my retinas.  Make it go away!”

[Step-Sister] is there.  She has a rash or welts and shows me.  I see her back – she’s only wearing underwear.  I don’t want her skin to touch me for fear I’d catch something from her.

I don’t know who most of the people are or why they’re causing such chaos.

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No, I don’t have a foot thing.  This photo is neat though.

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These are lovely breasts and the nipples are interesting.  It looks like the far nipple is somewhat more inverted than the near one, but think I could have some fun with both of 'em.  This is the size of tit I like; they're fun to play with.

I confused by the color of her right fingers.  Or maybe they're not her fingers.  Nonetheless, it looks odd because it hasn't been explained, at least not in this photo.

I swear.  True story.

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[The Ex] in Chicago being helpful.  I’m in a new apartment and he’s helping me settle in.  I ask if he ever thought he’d find himself in Chicago.  Have Isis with us at an outdoor restaurant.  Take Isis to park across from restaurant.  I see a tennis ball and go to pick it up but slip in mud.  I end up getting deeper into the mud as I fall down the hill.  I know not to struggle but I’m in deep – entire left leg and part of right – so I need help getting out.  [The Ex] nowhere around.  A group of college-age kids happen by and they help me out.  {When I was having the dream I struggled with it being positive yet having [the Ex] in it and whether to write it down because not doing so assures I’ll forget it.}

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I like architecture.  I like that it’s an art form that is both art and science.  If I were smarter when I was young, and if I’d had more mature influence and advice when I was in college, perhaps I would have gone into it.

Instead, I have to “resort” to living in a city that is rich with architecture.  I’ve gone on architectural tours on the obviously named Chicago River.  I’ve been to Oak Park, a suburb – oh, I mean a village – very close to Chicago that has bragging rights for being Frank Lloyd Wright’s home.  Other than a whole neighborhood full of homes FLW designed, and a marketing message of being “different” (at least that’s what I saw on adverts on the El), Oak Park doesn’t have much more to offer than any other Midwestern suburb as far as I can tell.

Just in case it’s not clear, I love architecture.  I’m an Art Institute of Chicago member, which allows me to see architecturally-related exhibitions “free” whenever I want, especially when I have/need to entertain guests.

The reason I like this photo is for the architectural aspects.  This is similar to the kinds of photos I “like” on Instagram.  [Follow me via info over there to the left.]  And I can’t remember much from my (pre-digital) photography courses (high school and junior college) but I know there was something about the photo being virtually divided into nine quadrants – three across and three down – the junctions of which are supposed to be the focal points.  Using that aesthetic, both the (center of the) darkened end of the tunnel and the woman’s knee are at the intersections of divisions of the top left and bottom right quadrants, respectively.

I swear.  True story.

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“Nice shot.  Nice boobs.  Cute photo.”  A rave review from the Viking, who asked to use this shot for his site, Dave’s Babe of the Day.  If you like looking at dirty pictures then take a look.

I’m not sure why he’s surprised that the photos I feature in my “Photo Lotto” series are good.  He’s seen them all and they’re all good, dammit.  Go ahead, search here under “photo lotto” and see all the sexy, sexy photos I’ve featured.

This photo is good for a number of reasons.  Of course there’s the symmetry.  Or near symmetry.  I can’t figure out if they look any more alike than two young, white, long-legged, waxed pudenda’d women with pulled-back, long, light brown hair and relatively-large-for-their-body-size breasts with relatively-small-for-their-size ariolæ normally would.

I’m not very good at noticing family resemblances, which goes along with not really looking at people’s faces because I’m too shy to make eye contact.  When I talk to people I tend to look at their mouths, and these two ladies’ mouths are quite similar.  I thought I wasn’t good at recognizing people until I met the Viking.  He literally thinks everyone of a particular race looks alike.  It’s not racist, it’s oblivious.

This photo is pretty fucking amazing.  I love the tub and would have many, many baths in a tub like that.  I wouldn’t like cleaning it, but the clean tub feeling every time I did.

I prefer the less tanned lady myself.  I just think harsh tan lines look creepy and unnatural, and then I think of the damage.

The Viking didn’t like the photographer’s feet in the photo, but I think that allows one’s imagination to have some fun.  The feet are obviously a man’s so I like to think of things the three of them were doing both before and after this photo was taken.  The possibility of incestuous relations makes it even hotter.  I don’t want to fuck two sisters but I think I could have some fun watching a hot guy fuck two women who look like they could be sisters; it’d be nice and dirty.

I swear.  True story.

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Camping with my mother.  Things keep going wrong.  She wants to do stuff that she/we can’t.  I fall and my sunglasses break.  I’m mad and frustrated because she won’t/can’t understand/listen.

Trying to do laundry at the campground but all the dryers are taken.  I call the women who’ve jumped ahead in the laundry line cunts.  They freak out over a word.  I grab my stuff and leave.  By that time my other family has shown – Dad, [Step-Mother], [Step-Sister], her kids, etc.  Everyone being friendly.  I get to my car/truck at the campsite and there are children in/on it.  A woman who’s not watching her kids because she’s busy chatting is close by but doesn’t stop her kids from getting on my car and going through my stuff.  She says that’s their site now.  I say I’m going to move my car.  I see that the brats have gotten into my stuff and eaten my candy.  I see the kids with wads of my candy in their mouths.  The mom still does nothing.  I yell at the kids to stay the fuck away from me.  One with a mouthful of candy stares at me slack jawed when I tell her to fuck off.  The mom still does nothing, thinking it’s no big deal.

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I know the Viking would think this woman was too thin.  I would agree with him.  But there is something about this photo that I really like.

I have a thing for argyle, though I don’t know if I think it’s sexy.  I think naturally pale skin should be celebrated, though I assume the color tones in this photo have been manipulated in some manner.

A couple of things about this photo I find independently sexy: unknown model, knee socks, sliver of black panties that can be seen.  Wouldn’t it be fun to sneak up behind her, move those panties aside, and bury your face in her pussy?  Maybe for some dirty fun you’d like to lick her ass too ….

The colors of the shitty couch and her clothes are probably what do it for me, and get me past that damn bony ass.  Does this photo make fuckers want to pound her from behind?

I swear.  True story.

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I’m mad at my mother for moving me to Chicago where I have no friends or job prospects.  She’s smug.  Peggy is there and offers me a job on one of the Weenie Wagons.  It’s raining but warm. All doors are open.  Lawn sprinklers on timer so they’re going even though lawn is soaked.  Sprinkler’s broken.  I keep thinking how sorry I am for having had sex with my mother.  I call her a horrible person which finally angers her.  She turns into a rabbit which I easily trap under a laundry basket.  The whole time I have a horrible feeling that my life sucks.  I reach under the laundry basket.  My mother’s fingers come out but she’s still a bunny.  The bunny bites me and I slam it into the wall.  Outside the back door are a bunch of bugs.  I see my mom with Ruth which means the bunny wasn’t her.  Ruth is proud to show off that my mother now has scales and her back end is a biting reptile.  I keep thinking how truly horrible my life is and then it dawns on me that it might be a bad dream.  I tell myself to wake up.  I do.

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