What Are You Thinking? Continued 10

Thinking that it was finally so nice out today that my favorite neighbor had her back door standing open for the first time this year. I went up on her deck and called to her little dog, who came racing out and hopped on my lap. Then I heard my neighbor doing something in her kitchen, and called our to her as well. She came out also. We sat in the warm weather and talked for about an hour. Life felt sweet again.
 
Thinking mostly of a bright and beaming and beautiful young woman who always greets me cheerfully and earnestly in the morning. Her smile seems to have the capacity to wipe away a night’s worth of my own perverse imaginings. I feel like she makes me better for her presence and prevents me from kicking a cat when I get home. Stupid, lucky cats. 😏
 
But just think how cool it would be to have a classic Gran Torino in near-mint condition. ;)

LOL! I actually have my father’s 35-year-old garage-kept F350 with a 14’ flatbed. That satisfies my macho truck needs. Now I just need a beautiful and vaguely exotic woman half my age to make life worth living for another decade or two. You know, like emotionally mature men do. 😛
 
Thinking about a woman’s inner thighs pressing against my ears with my face planted between her legs as I inhaled her scent. Then thinking that I could really go for a chicken leg/thigh/breast combo and some fries. I have a short attention span. 🤔
 
Currently dawning on me that these animals that surround me are not unlike my former wife—wanting constant attention and willing to take over my house but not willing to provide sexual favors. Yet they will all likely torment me until I draw my last breath. This is why men die younger. 🙄
 
Suddenly foreseeing a future in which a friend and I will sit on the porch of an old folks home and bicker about which of our old girlfriends was secretly fantasizing about one of us while having sex with the other of us. We will try to get under each other’s skin until the end of our days. That’s what male friendship is all about. 😏
 
Thinking about my penis. He's quite the little troublemaker, always getting himself into awkward situations that he seems unable to pull himself out of. But he's quite charming and I can't help loving him. We share a special attachment, I guess. :rolleyes:
 
Thinking that this is the first day of the summer when the sun has really beat down on my neck. Also wondering why anyone trusts me to operate heavy machinery and power tools. You fools! :rolleyes:
 
Thinking that some people in my life may consider me crazy. But who are you going to believe? Me or the other lunatics in the asylum? It's a conundrum. :rolleyes:
 
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