Charlie

"Mister"? "Call Me Madam"

When I was very young, the back door of our house led onto a small open deck with two short flights of steps, one going down to the back yard and the other to the walkway next to the house. My father tore down the deck when I was still very young and built an enclosed back porch in its place. My first memory is of standing on that deck in bright winter sunshine, dressed in a a light blue woolen onesie, trying to make up my mind which steps to take (I don't remember whether I walked down either one.). When I told my mother about that memory, she was very surprised, because she said I couldn't have been more than 2 years old in that outfit at that time of year, and by the next winter the deck had been torn down.

Dec. 24, the last day he logged on here, was the day he left for Asia. He is now back, and will probably log on again when he has taken care of business.

South of the Border is correct that Lucky has been traveling in Asia, but he has also had other things on his mind, and has not been very interested in the discussions here lately. He will return when he is ready.

For anyone who doesn't want to pay for the house tour, it's good to know that you can visit the gardens for free.

Your story reminded me of one I've told here before. My best friend in high school was a paperboy, and when he was 12, he went to collect his payment from a customer; she wasn't home, but her 18 year old son was, and he asked my friend if he wanted to try sucking cock. He then pulled out one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen (that's another later story), and my friend took on the challenge. They ended up playing whenever Mom wasn't home for the next several years. Even after the guy married in his mid-20s, he and my friend continued to play whenever the wife was away, and I joined them a couple of times, by then, the guy had become more sexually versatile. I have often wondered what eventually happened to him after my friend and I were grown up and left town.

I am better off financially, simply because I have spent much less money in the last four years than I was accustomed to spend previously (travel, restaurants, entertainment, etc.). However, that probably would have happened anyway as my spouse and I became senescent.

Years ago, if an adolescent wanted information about sex, the only place to go was a library, and then it would depend on what they had in their collection and what he was allowed to access. Nowadays all he really needs to know is how to google.

I shop at Total Wine because it happens to be the only local store that carries the lesser-known brand of Scotch that my spouse prefers. But I also wonder who buys their enormous selection of wines and other alcoholic beverages, although I have never found the store empty of customers. I know it is a sign of my age, but I almost never shop for anything online, although I may search for info about it that way. I like to see and touch the things I purchase before I pay for them--I don't want to buy something, wait for it to be shipped, open the package and discover it is not really what I wanted, and have to ship it back if they have a return policy.

You beat me to it!

I have a friend who liked his first Tesla enough that he bought a second one. I have owned a couple of hybrids in the past and would consider buying another one, but I have real hesitation about a pure EV.

It is something that is known to most people who are interested in World War Two history. E.g., my uncle was killed in battle in Germany in 1945, so of course I know a lot about that period.

I marked my mother's 120th birthday a couple of weeks ago. Of course, she was not here to celebrate (the last one for which we had a party was the 102nd). My father's 118th is coming up on Groundhog Day (he's not here either).

Note: most of OceanDeep's photos were uploaded as long as 9 years ago.

"Map me" puts him in City Hall courtyard. Perhaps you could check him out there😁 (City Hall courtyard was actually an active cruising spot when I was young.)

"....and then you turn over on your stomach and I insert this into your ass...."

It's hard to tell from that map, but Pittsburgh may be outside the path, and Falling Water definitely is--it's practically at the Maryland border. If you do go to see the house, be aware that it is only open for a few hours in midday, and there are preservation activities going on this winter which affect the views of the exterior.

My house cleaner is 65. 'Nuf said.

If he is a French-speaking North African, it's quite possible that he has made a mistake in translating metric measurements into American pounds and inches.

My house cleaner keeps complaining that the house is too hot, so today I reset the thermostat to 78.

Our last house in Pennsylvania was built during a moratorium on gas installations, so it had an electric heat pump, and I thought it was the easiest heating/AC device I have ever had.

Examples of fetishes Fetish based on a past experience: One of the earliest sexual experiences of an old friend of mine was being taken home from a leather bar by a biker, and having sex on the floor of his garage, rolling around on a rubber sheet coated with motor oil. After that, the odor of motor oil was always a surefire aphrodisiac for him. Obsessive fetish: An old friend told me about an acquaintance of his in Scotland who was into a weird form of "grunge play"--he always put a raw egg into his pants pocket before going out cruising, and he couldn't cum until someone smashed the egg in the pocket (usually unintentionally). Fetish that is really just a fantasy, not something one actually has experienced or wants to: being gang-raped in a football team locker room by players in uniform. I hope these examples won't keep you awake tonight.😈

My grandparents lived just down the street from a Sears Roebuck in New Jersey, and they shopped there for almost everything except food. They and my parents--all long dead now-- would be shocked at the news. I still have my old Sears credit card somewhere, but I haven't had an opportunity to use it in years.

At the end of the last century, I made an appointment with a provider whom I seen a few times, who was in his late 30s. He contacted me the day before the appointment to warn me he had just got his first tattoo, and it covered one arm. When we met, he was wearing a cover sleeve on the arm. He admitted that not only did his arm still hurt, but he was having buyer's remorse--once he saw the finished product, he decided that he didn't really like the way it looked, but he was stuck with it.

I might hand over the stock certificates I inherited from my grandfather, who bought them back in the 19th century, in a gold mine in Georgia.