THE OLD MAN AND THE SEMEN (with apologies to (Ernest Hemingway)

Autobiographical

We have many colourful and varied people in the wonderful place where I work, some of them if not all of them have I am sure a story or two to tell as to how they wound up in such a drab and uninspiring place. Some of the residents have beards, some do not. Amongst the bearded ones is an old man who has a collection of gentlemen’s interest magazines magazines strewn across his floor. He also has a wide selection of newspaper images which supplement his magazine collection, most of not all of these pictures are stained, the same system is employed in his toilet, again the images he employs have stains all over them. I like to think they are spilt tea, however any half baked fool can tell they are not. The scene is reminiscent of teenage boys bedroom, except these days, those images are more likely to be on a computer and not on the floor. It is my happy task to clean rooms like this and last week it was decided it was to cluttered and messy to move there and we had to speak to management regarding the situation at hand. The magazine owner was naturally upset to hear we wanted to tidy his room and much protest was made as to our throwing his stuff out which had ‘great sentimental value attached to it’ At times like this it is hard not to laugh, so I bit my lip a little instead. Hopefully his room will be more accessible next time but I am not placing any bets on that being the case.

I have not written for a while due to several things, the most recent of which has been a stinking cold, which is finally leaving me, the last traces of it are at least. I just have a troublesome nose to contend with instead. There have been other factors involved too, mostly lack of motivation or doing something else. It would be nice to write more, more often so don’t be surprised if this does not happen and likewise don’t be too surprised if it does. Like model making, school work, painting, reading, gardening and work itself I have to prioritise my work load and it does not follow in that order. Some times I am even compelled to turn my phone off so I do not have to answer it, some people I know can talk for bloody hours about rubbish and I find it boring. The same people also like to complain about things not going their way too. They ought to pee off and find a counsellor dealing in financial anxiety, again that person is not me. J of whom I have written plenty in the past is well and managing her stuff pretty well, she wants to move back to Ithaca NY in some ways I don’t blame her, her current abode sounds a bit tiresome and she yearns for a place she can call home.

What else? I am now the proud owner of a shop mannequin, I am not sure why I bought it but the idea seemed quite novel, it can be sold again quite easily ( I am sure) and plenty of fun can be had with it in the mean time. It would look quite menacing dressed in lingerie with a leather cap and a whip, right now it looks quite harmless in a polka dot blouse, a denim skirt and bobble hat the black tights ensure it does not cold and maintain its modesty. it has yet to be assigned a gender or indeed a name but I suspect something female, seeing it is configured that way with breasts, hips etc. It would be very odd to call it Harold or Arthur, though in this day and age…

I hope to publish something more in the next couple of days

A woman with long dark haired in black leather elbow length gloves and ditto fetish gear kneeling on a bed of straw. she has her hands on her hips in a suggestive and wilful pose
A woman with long dark haired in black leather elbow length gloves and ditto fetish gear kneeling on a bed of straw. she has her hands on her hips in a suggestive and wilful pose

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If I have not mentioned it before, I have given up on painting. That is until I feel suitably inspired to do something new. Basically I have got myself into a rut, have reached an impasse and need a change of scenery. That is in part why I am writing, it provides a bit of clear water in which to come up to breathe. Gets me out of the corner downstairs sitting on the hard chair and procrastinating. Up here in the study, I can listen to documentaries and write at the same time, I have a comfy chair and it is warmer up here. The energy is different, more abundant and free flowing. There is no stink of oil paint , or the pong of turps I have no brushes to clean up either, but I ought to clean up my language.

That is why I am going to post a story or at least part of that story. Back in April I think, I was inspired enough to write a pornographic story. Actually I wrote several but this is the first one:

Jessica is a well educated young woman from Nottingham and she is recently out of work. Having been laid off due to the Covid that has resulted in many people having to stay or work at home. Jessica has rent to pay, credit cards to clear and the gas needs topping up for the week. The trouble is Jessica is skint, she has sod all income and is now eating into her savings. This is not what she planned out for and it irks her. 

Recently a friend told her how she was making money on one of them webcam websites, where people will pay to watch you  take your knickers down and play with yourself. It’s not ideal, Jessica mused but it could make money and I like masturbating in any case and money too.   She fiddled nervously as she entered her details on the website’s portal and thought of all the filthy perverts who will be watching her undress and play with her vagina. She feels sleazy and at the same time, incredibly horny. Sister Theresa the nun from her convent education, would have been livid at such an idea. Jessica was sure Sister had been a lesbian, with her huge bust and muscled arms. Tall, Statuesque and imposing and more catholic than the pope. Many of the girls in J’s group were in awe of her and some including J even found her rather sexy. Especially when she was taking them for sport and or swimming class. Fantasies abounded in that school about Sister T and what she wore. Some speculated lingerie and black lacey stuff. Others entertained she was in a lesbian relationship with the hockey coach.

As Jessica sorted out her new webcam and arranged the room as tidily as possible. She pondered over what she was going to do in her show, what she would do and not do. She so wanted to bend over in Doggy style  and slide that big red dildo into her cunny and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm. The bed would be the best place for that, all she would need was a simple home security and webcam set up. The whole idea  started to prove irresistible and she made a mental note to look at what was available. As she explored the website , she noticed all the other performers Noting that many came from countries like Colombia and Mexico, where people did not have much. Resulting in their offering far more than just straight sex.

I have written extensively on sex, webcams and a host of other like subjects over the years. Some of it is born from experience the rest comes from a creative imagination. The characters are made up, though the names might mean something personally. Anyway, other news now. My friend J is doing well, she has a nice place to live and is thriving. Ninja the cat has been bathed and the vine has been bought, ready to be transferred to a large planter in the green house. I hope to grow grapes.