Hard Nights

"There's something about a hot summer night's sticky moments."

-Me

Nothing like finding out a large bill due soon is actually much lower. If there is one thing I dread more than car insurance, it's gotta be my gym membership. Even though I choose the cheap student rate, it's still up there at making me feel like I'm ripped off. This year saw a lot of urinal explosions in the locker room (stank piss really, really reeks on carpet), various equipment needs to have things replaced, and the fact that the manager fired a lot of the people that made the gym so much fun has me wondering if it's at all worth it. The membership may have to be only paid 3 times a year but its still a wonder.......

Many weekends for this summer, I've spent time wondering if I am just catching up with the beauty of sleep. The amount of water I lose at work and in the gym is absolutely disgusting. This all causes me to sleep so much more than usual. No longer am I able to wake early without a care in the world. It's a force to be reckoned with when it comes to getting my head up off those pillows.

I'm a Fall type of person. Give me cool air. Watch me enjoy the sound of trampled leaves. Bring me to a place where I'm happy wearing my fancy clothes. Fall is when I look good in my gray leather jacket that just screams for me to get a motorcycle to ride around on.

Remember the Turkish couple? I found myself talking to the husband for almost an hour. Nice little guy that got my humor when it comes to the average moronic American. It's likely that there are some out there are worried about Russia invading the great state of Georgia, our Georgia.

I'm still getting asked about my accent. This little guy keeps insisting that I sound Australian while others insist I sound a bit European to the point that it's unknown where still. I love this. Sara insists she hears nothing when it comes to an accent while an ex says I totally sound mid-west. It's my opinion that I pick up how I talk by where I am at the time. Down south? I can drawl, y'all.

But what is Summer without the thoughts of sex? It's insane but I have a theory on something. I think the Olympics have caused an enormous amount of sexual energy needing to be released by all. I'm serious. Have you seen the images on the sites following the Olympics? Women's asses from volleyball to track and all the way to gymnastics. Never mind the fact that some girls are barely 16. These bodies were meant to sell.

How can they not? It's well-known that thousands of condoms are given out during the Olympics. All those toned tight bodies need a way to release all this major stress. Hardcore fucking is at its best! It would be insane to think that bodies like that can control themselves. I can just see it now. Romanians fucking Italians and that's just the girls with their two-way dildos.

I must confess that I'm in love with the Olympics. Did this 4 years ago, where I watched late at night. Now, it's like I feel this lust lingering in the air. Others must be feeling it, too. One Asian guy got caught fucking a park bench and had to have help getting his penis out between the wood. Can you imagine that? Being surrounded by a bunch of people tearing up portions of a bench that you just had to fuck is pretty damn embarrassing. Guess those images of women's bikinis wedged up the crack to show major portions of pink parts can really get to a guy.

Let me put it this way: If Misty May wanted someone to clean her panties with his tongue, I'd volunteer. Come Winter, maybe not.

Already, there are various blogs and threads started where women competing in the Olympics are given much devotion. More likely, lust. Camel toes are discussed and examined with the most articulate eye given out by the teenage male. I remember Sara talking about the 'bluges' packed tight in the men's swimming trunks.

Still......no one has balls like mine. No one.

So, I must be off in my land of lust. More gymnastics and my own take on what it's like to have every porn channel. It's Summer! You didn't expect me to whine like half the bloggers out there about how bad life is. Fuck that. The combination of semen and pussy juices in the air travel far and wide these days thanks to the light wind. Happy twats all around.