I planned a session this week who sessions part time in New York who I have known a long time.
So today I put on my “jungleboy” outfit. I looked at my body. I looked at my face. I looked ridiculous.
In my fantasy, in my mind, I’m 30 something or maybe a healthy 40 something. But I’m not. I’m a lot older than that. I feel my age, and today, a little beyond the actual years I’ve lived. But I have plenty of memories of living out my fantasies. And feeling safe in her hands and in the hands and the imaginations of the many ladies I have served.
I cancelled the appointment. I feel like I should retire. I am at peace if I do retire. If I do my posts will stop. Peace to all.