Friday, 1st December 2023. I am 32.
Friday, 1st December 2023. I am 32.
One. Night-time. I read a post on Squirt that a new glory hole was freshly carved in the men’s toilet so I go check it out. I wait until very late at night when no-one is there. Sure enough, there is a glorious hole, large enough for a decent size cock. I put a dildo through it, suck it, pretend to get fucked by it. A fetish of mine. It would be cheating if it was the real thing.
I then drive to Kevin’s.
I don’t tell him any of this.
Saturday, 2nd December 2023.
Two. Morning light squeezes through the small opening of our bedroom blinds. I put on an eye mask to block it out.
It is late morning, Kevin is awake, fingers my hole. He is very horny, hard as a rock, but I am still asleep. He slides his dick inside me anyway without any resistance; it is still wide open from the dildo last night. He fucks me deep and hard, on my back, on my stomach, on all fours, until he gives me a week’s load.
Then we go back to for more sleep.
Sunday, 3rd December 2023.
Three. Rain clears. The sun breaks through the clouds. We are at a plant nursery, looking for a lavender and ficus tree. A lovely lady shows us around.
“Feel how dry the soil is,” she says, referring to the ficus tree. “That’s how it should be. Many people kill it by giving it too much love, overwatering it.”
I can tell she knows her stuff.
“And don’t schedule for watering either. Each plant is different, like people, and so should be treated differently.”
I leave the nursery. Fresh plants in my hand and new knowledge in my mind.
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