I love taking late trains on overpasses that let you peek into the homes of other people. So many flavors!

Had a little chitchat with a red-haired fair girl who has a summer job as a controller at a water lock. Easy job, well paid, everything is automated, so you just read/write/sunbathe and occasionally flip a switch to open the lock one way or the other. My mind immediately served me a few scenarios of how she could be controlling more than watergates in that little hut of hers. Sitting under her desk 8-to-6 seems like a fun thing I would go for if my younger self had had the opportunity. 😋

Never thought that it would occur to me when I read a study about how men have problems distinguishing between girls being friendly or flirting. Because I could swear that at least two girls were more than friendly. That, or maybe my five o'clock shadow and linen hat are more appealing than I previously thought possible... On second thought, let's stick with that. #holidaystud

So, hear out my newest entrepreneurship idea. There are libraries for books of course, but also for board games and for paintings. Why not a forniphilia library with pieces like this? The hard question is: to be custodian or item to be lent?

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She is missing kneeling sub under the table... #ishouldcallher

@La Brunette this you? 😀

Is the fourth coffee a sign of addiction, chasing away troubling thoughts, or a desperate cry from my subconscious for having something hot shoved in my mouth - be it Her fingers, foot, or face-fucking strapon? Guess we'll never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#TIL blueballs can be migitated by both orgasms (no surprise here) AND "strain to move a very heavy object" (whatta?)

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A little sad that there's no socially acceptable token for showing voluntary submission. Until collars become a common part of everyday outfits, I'll have to make do with a wedding ring. It doesn't have the same taste to it though. #suchisalifeofsub

One can hope

It's windy, yet warm enough to be outside, especially in a spot a little sheltered from random gusts. The sound carried by the wind travels far more than usual, and I am treated to some agonizing groaning of building machinery down the hill. While I was typing at an open window, it felt like a peasant working his little farm field in the valley hearing cries of giants being in full battle with some hero far, far away. #fuckit Logged off computer, made a tea and lit up an incense stick. Sitting, sipping, hoping that the giant won't win this time. All is well, for now anyway.