Not I’m not.
Nobody is Luther.
Sometimes *Luther* isn’t even Luther.
But I can sing, and sing I will.
For the first time in Lord knows how long I will be Karaoke-ing tonite.
Of course there will be anything on the list done by George Michael or a Brothers Gibb… maybe some Earth, Wind and Fire (the last time I did “Boogie Wonderland” I swear that damn song went on for an hour… had three rounds of applause as I kept sitting down, only to find out it was just a musical interlude….
How long is that damn song anyway??!!??)
Perhaps I can stick around long enough to do my national-anthem-that-I-have-yet-to sing, “Play That Funky Music White Boy“….
If I do “One In A Million You” again, I will get laid for sure…
Hopefully the Mrs. will be there to hear me sing it this time. :0)
Nico poses the following theory:
“people who talk the most about sex is the ones who has less of it. ”
*blinks. Looks around.*
Anyway, back to sex talk…
I do humbly apologize for the previous post. Could have been a great discussion about the Second Step Program… but instead I was sidetracked by the soft, juicy body radiant beauty of the young woman presenting it.
That was strange, like she was giving off pheremones, or something.
Probably one of three times in my life where I can actually taste my prey, and thought of nothing but pumping her silly I’ve gotten infatuated like that.
She did pay me extra attention though. I could ask the other daddies there if they sensed the same thing. I dunno, it was weird, and it seems to be reduced to masturbating over her only two times a day subsiding.