Anonymous wrote:I envy all of you who are crushing on somebody. Since I met my DH 30 years ago,I have stopped crushing on people. He wrecked my fantasy life. Now, the happiest I am in my daily life is when the house is clean. I would love to be around some eye-candy, but my age-group is too old, and the younger men are too slovenly or their underwear is showing and pants are below their butts. The millennials make me want to throw up. Where are the good looking guys? Clean-cut, handsome, manly ones?
Anonymous wrote:I have no secret admiration for anyone. If I think it, I tell them.
Anonymous wrote:"Your tan/warm orange complexion comforts my heart. I love the way your stiff blonde hair sits on your blushed head. Your large, juicy hands are begging for me to hold them" the East European nude model whispered after sweeping aside the wiry tuft of hair growing on his orange, wrinkled, spotted, aged and hairy ear. .
Anonymous wrote:"Ohhhh honey. The juice is worth the squeeze. I promise", the dorito man recycled the line the pornstar had used on him a few hours earlier.
Anonymous wrote:I have recurring dreams of you. I have for 20 years. You were the only man that wouldn’t take me when given the opportunity despite saying you loved me and wanted me. You wouldn’t give yourself to me fully and now you won’t stop visiting me when my guard is down. I will want to scratch this itch for as long as I live. I think we should but I don’t think I’ll ever see you again. I’ve loved you since I was 13. It’s never changed.
Anonymous wrote:I see you at school pickup and I love how we flirt harmlessly. You exude sexiness in subtle ways. I will never find out but I suspect you are a wild child in the bedroom.
Anonymous wrote:Your tan/warm orange complexion comforts my heart. I love the way your stiff blonde hair sits on your blushed head. Your large, juicy hands are begging for me to hold them.