There is some body in the gym locker!

Walking into the gym lockers alone can either be heaven or hell.

Hell in the changing room would be the stench of some moron who has lost his sense of smell & continues to permeate the odor of rotting maggots or even worst still the tragically fugly- horny uncle in his bony-ass –bearing-jock-strap. Gah…

But sometimes I can’t help but smile when I’m first greeted by a cheeky smile, tight firm bare ass & rock hard pecs. What’s more if they are accompanied by washboard abs…

On this particular trip to the men’s my eyes were greeted with a delicious milky-milky coco puff. I like chocolate men. Anything with a tan & I’m most forgiving of any of my usual turn offs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a lover soya bean milk too. But I suppose there is something dark inside me that yearns for dark chocolate, mocha or even a nice hazel nut latte.

This milky-milky coco puff had a treasure trail running from the centre of his chest down to regions I could not see. Right then I wanted to invent a time machine, go back to slit the throat of whoever-the-fuck invented pants. Why oh why were pants invented?

But realizing I wasn’t (so) violent I returned my focus back on his sinisterly sexy body hair. Thankfully not a hint of back hair, just the sleek pleasure spikes down his front. Oh I could almost feel those little curls tickling my back.

But rather than just being tickled, I wanted to teach his tits a tongue teaser. Like chocolate buttons on a hot brownie, I wanted to lick those pointy dark peaks.

The boy had a good pair of lips too. Not superbly pouty, nor aristocratic, they were more of a gentleman’s lips. The type of lips that are affirmative yet gentle. I wanna pry them apart with my…

Oh dear, the post has gotten rather porny. But describing hot men is certainly its more entertaining than moaning about how lonely the gym is without that damn goat.

Damn goat! He’d better be having fun rolling about in the feilds.

(But) I'm not missing you

I'm not going through the motions

Waiting and hoping you call me

I'm not missing you

You might have had me open

But I must be going because

I got life to do

I know I'm usually hanging on

I used to hate to see you gone

But this time it's different

I don't even feel the distance

I'm not missing

I'm not missing you

Stacie Orrico ~ Missing You