Bored. Lonely. Horny. Sitting here in a corner of the front living room of my grandparents' North Carolina house, hearing the thunder and rain outside behind me. Woke up this morning fantasizing, moving from Russ to Simon to Ed, thinking of the exact shape and feel of Ed's cock in my hands and inside my cunt -- we need to fuck. Alas, this need will no longer seem as urgent in a few days and after a 13-hour drive home. I reread my last few blog entries and was reminded of all those hot guys I met at website meetups. It's hot in here and I want to take off my robe even though it's a light lace one. I forgot Tim had a pierced tongue until I read reference to it in the blog. I want to call Ed and talk dirty to him but there's all these other damn people in this house. I've started fantasizing about actually fucking Russ again since his divorce, particularly since his ex posted about her boyfriend-now-fiance. My conscience lets up on me now. I kinda want to go out naked in the rain but the reality would probably be really cold (I'm not in Florida anymore!) I want someone to rub my achy lower back and then work their way over to my shoulders, my tits, my thighs, until I sit up and pull him down against me. I'm still hungry -- I need bare skin against mine, a thing I haven't had in at least 5 weeks. I kinda want to write Mike a fantasy about him but I'm not at all sure how he'd react. (You know, that sentence has been true for 20+ years!) I kinda want a lot of things but right now they involve physical contact or the nearest possible facsimile. Maybe I should use that roll-up holder I made for traveling with sex toys (though it might need a more washable lining then). I wanna feel the head of Ed's cock going in and out of me as I lean forward to kiss him, to lick his earlobe and breathe against his neck. Then I rear back to push down on his whole length, one hand behind me to caress his balls (where they're not up against my ass). I wanna do something to make him shudder and thrust and come inside me. When I think about Russ he's really noisy and just imagining his sounds can send shivers through me (the good kind).

23 April -- This morning's wake-up fantasy involved Gus, Russ, Ed and me in our living room, drinking, and it starts out with Ed telling me to take off my top, kiss Russ, and various making out, until I'm saying "Anybody want to go fetch me a condom?" Ed does and then I'm straddling Russ, sitting up on the couch, sliding a lubed hand down his cock, but while we're fucking (and fantasy me is too busy to notice how they got here) Gus is on his hand and knees with Ed behind him preparing to fuck his ass. Russ is working my nipples and not paying attention to anything but him and me either, until after he's done coming inside me, but when I lift up off him and collapse on the other half of the couch, Ed and Gus are still going, at a slow and steady pace that's drawing noises from Gus. Ed's eyes are half closed but eventually he leans over the body beneath him and reaches around to take hold of Gus's cock. I'm sure his technique is very different from how that cock is used to being touched but the unfamiliar hand seems to work every quickly and Gus starts to really writhe, and shoots on Ed's hand and this seems to set Ed's orgasm off.