The Word of the Day is ~ Tact

Tact is something that I possess, but sometimes don't use. Let me explain. I made a conscience decision to discontinue working in Chicago. The reason is quite simple...I had three instances where the client I was seeing knew someone in my family. It got a little creepy. I decided to travel extensively this year and then at the end of 2010, I will retire from being a provider permanently.

I gave my Chicago clients plenty of time to see me before I left. However, Wednesday, my phone was blowing up with appointment requests from my Chicago clients.

I got really annoyed and posted something on another message board. I didn't intentionally intend to be mean ~ but I came off that way.

Now the new rumor going on about my sweet self, is that I don't like men. Shame on whoever is spreading that rumor around...I adore Men!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like the contrasts between their bodies and mine; I like the hairy chests, the muscles, the warmth, the solidness of a man’s body. I like the weight of a guy on me or against me; I like the feel of arm or chest hair against my skin.

I love the treasure trail, or the patch of belly fur. That will amuse me a lot longer than it probably should, but what can I say? I’m easily amused.

Anyhow, one of the major differences between a guy’s body and mine is… you guessed it, a lack of breasts. In most cases.

But the other difference? Hard-ons!

I have to confess; I love the cock. It entertains me flaccid or erect. Actually, when it’s erect, it usually tempts me ~ it’s fun to play with.

A hard on is fun to reach out and tweak, make it bob up and down a bit. It doesn’t quite have the same “twoing!” effect that a rubber cock can have, but I’m willing to try.

I like the way a hard on feels in my hands; the smoothness of the flesh contrasted with the solidity and thickness (in some cases) and the pulsing and the warmth. I like the feel of a hard on pressing up against me, so long as it’s from someone I want pressing a hard on up against me. When I’m receptive and interested and he presses up against me with that solid evidence that he wants me? Ooh, delicious feeling.


Hard ons are entertaining. They stick straight out and demand attention – there’s really no negotiating around them sometimes. Mind you, that’s also partly the guy’s fault sometimes – if he’s making it bob around or holding it in your face, that’s a bit of a different story.

Guys can be so horrified or embarrassed when they have a hard on, which always makes me laugh. Is it really that bad being teased over having had a natural biological function over which you have no control (usually)? Admittedly, if you’re sitting in a meeting thinking dirty thoughts, then it’s your own fault if you have a hard on; but otherwise, who cares, really? Honestly, it’s usually not as obvious as you may think, especially if you’re wearing jeans that aren’t super-tight or super-baggy.

I have to admit, unless a guy is pressed up against me or naked beside me, I basically never notice if he has a hard on or not. Call me stupid, call me oblivious, but … stop worrying about ‘em, and let those of us that love the cock have fun with ‘em… once you’re done playing with them yourselves.

In the meantime, I’m off to find myself a cock to “twoing”.