Big Fat Hairy Living

I’m still sick. I’ve been sick all weekend, staying at home downloading porn from a new porn site I discovered.

I’ve been kept company by my boyfriend and by friends visiting me, but I wish I felt well enough to go outside. I hate the thought of having to go back to work for a week not having had any real break over the weekend.

I’m so sick I left work early and am suffering at home with a sinus headache, runny nose, sore throat, fever and cough. My boyfriend came over and babied me a little bit with tea and soup (he was feeling guilty for giving me the cold.)

I was going to go to the Gen-X Bears Hallowe’en party at the Toolbox and be really friendly to an out-of-town visitor who doesn’t like me. Unfortunately I am now too mucousy to contemplate going out.

I left work late tonight, so it was pitch black outside. I passed by a woman walking in the parking lot. She gave me a strange look and started walking really quickly. Am I really that scary looking?

Today at work, I wandered into the washroom to discover that the only free urinal just happened to be the one right next to the muscular, hairy, balding, bearded, hockey-playing, director of the division I work for. I walked up to it and started pissing, but I was torn: do I keep staring straight ahead and not try to sneak a peek, or do I risk discovery and see what he’s packing? I deliberated briefly, listening to the sound of the hot bear director pissing and trying to ignore the old geezer next to me sigh as he urinates. Time was running out. What do I do?

I decided to use my extensive experience from years of teenaged washroom mall sex and shift my eyes over to catch a glimpse of him pissing. Am I ever rewarded! From the corner of my eye I glimpse an nice-sized uncut dick. He continues pissing for a few seconds, then milks his dick to get the last drops out, squeezing and pulling his ample foreskin back and forth over the shiny head of his dick. He pulls his foreskin forward all the way, then lifts the elastic band of his underwear up from below his dick and lets it snap back into place. He flushes then walks away, totally oblivious to the fact that I now completely and totally envy his wife. I’m left at the urinal very nervous and very erect.

I think I now know exactly what I need to do to get a promotion.

This is the floor plan of a typical two bedroom suite in the building where I live. A pretty nice layout, actually. (Click to enlarge.)

Why do I love my boyfriend?

What is it about him that’s different from all the other men I’ve dated that makes me need his approval? Need his hugs? Need to see him? I’ve dated men just as good looking, just as smart, and just as funny, but something about him makes me need him. What is it?