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I wouldn’t.

I live near Seattle part of the year. It’s always been a disappointing selection for a city of its size. Vancouver is much better, at least for my tastes.

Lucky you! He’s gorgeous.

Back in 1996, I was a presenter at a healthcare conference in Phoenix. During the general sessions, I noticed a handsome younger brunet was looking at me. At lunch we sat together and agreed to go for a run after the day's events. After the run, we went up to my room to do crunches. He told me he was gay. Of course, I said I knew and that I was too. We started making out and then jacked off together. Unfortunately, he was with his boyfriend. They were from St Louis and I was living in Boulder at the time. The next afternoon, before heading to the airport, we had another deep make out session in a stall in the men’s room of the hotel lobby while his bf was outside waiting for the airport bus. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet again in San Francisco in a few months. Going through some old photos, I found a picture of us together at a restaurant. We never connected again.

100% agree.

Oh how I wish I could lick every drop of that thick nectar!

That’s only happened to me once, with “Jimmy Joe”, who used to advertise in LA from 2006-2008 while he was an undergraduate.

That’s only happened to me once, with “Jimmy Joe”, who used to advertise in LA from 2006-2008 while he was an undergraduate.

Robert Wagner, as a TV crush. My first awareness of same sex attraction: I may have been 11 or 12. My cousin and I were staying at my grandmother’s cottage in the mountains and she took us to a fair. I still remember a very blond teenager working the rides, wearing a Levi’s denim jacket. He must have been 17 or so. The sheer beauty of that kid mesmerized me.

I’ve never been to a gay bathhouse or sauna and am not about to start now. I’ve always been too self-conscious. I much prefer one-to-one encounters.

Far too timid for a fetish.

Beautiful feet, among numerous other assets!

Madrid

I find the beat up Converse sneakers hot for some reason.

I had a neck lift and bleph 4 years ago with an excellent surgeon who’s become a friend. Very subtle. Still happy with it. I do Botox and filler and that’s the extent of my facial program. I always had a great complexion and skin, so these little things are more maintenance. I’d never do any more facial surgery. At this point in my life I just want to look 5 to 7 years younger and still wear slim fit 32” jeans and shorts. After 50, you’re invisible anyway.

AFAIK, he’s only seeing me, but who knows? He looks much younger. He’s blessed with a great ass and a six-pack.

My old hottie and I resumed our sessions about 6 months ago. Our last visit was the hottest in years!

He’s a Ukrainian model for an Etsy leather artisan based in Kyiv.

I will remedy that this week! I had a very close brush with death in an auto accident almost 4 weeks ago, so I now have an even keener appreciation for keeping these things easily accessible to my family.

Me too.

Didn’t he have an escort ad in Seattle for a few years? Looks familiar.

Although we never met, we texted a few times and he reach out to me occasionally. I thought he was terribly cute and sweet and wondered about him just the other day as I was planning a trip to Raleigh. This is very sad news, indeed.

Another favorite is having my knees on the edge of the bed with the top standing behind me with his hands on my hips. And the reverse.

I keep house titles, trust documents, etc., in a safe deposit box.

This seems to be the “gentrifying” trend these days.