Friday 7th January 2022, 17:50pm

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the job search has commenced with a couple of hours worth of studying The British Empire in India with a little bit of The French Empire thrown in for good measure. I am taking a break now, having completed what I set out to do and shall restart things on Monday morning, or that is at least the plan I have in mind. What has happened in the meantime? The new printer has been installed I can manage without the wifi business and it fits nicely on the desk, does not rattle or scream when printing and is way faster than the old thing, which now sits forlornly on the floor whilst I wonder as to its final destination. 1st J has successfully moved to Ithaca, which is her spiritual base, she is happiest there and has a place she is settling into so that’s good, I will continue to pinch the photos she made of the cats, if you read yesterdays article you would have seen the one of Lulu otherwise known as Lulabelle also known as meow meow. Anyway enough of Ithaca and more on something else, actually I hope to do a small article on Ithaca sometime, it is a nice town, and I spent many a happy time there in the last few years and hope to go back in the not too distant future.

One of the best things about not having to go to work is that you get lots of spare time to do the things that suit you, that have been building up over a period and need addressing. I have spent a part of today doing that kind of thing, printing documents, helping a mate sort his stuff out and a whole bunch of other stuff that I will not go into here. Having completed these tasks has lifted a bunch of weight off of my back and I am fully ready to attack (if that is the right expression) the next lot of stuff. I may well start tomorrow with a bunch more school work, print off some more paperwork and do stuff around the home, I wish the place to be half way tidy as I have guests on Sunday and first impressions always count the most, I will also go out and buy some nice food and make a nice meal to share. I will not bother shaving, I am done with that nonsense and she knows me to have a beard in any case plus I do not have a razor or other system of hair removal at my disposal.

Nun

I will be getting my backside into gear soon and get ready to go to training, I have not been for a while due to the Christmas break and it will be nice to have some exercise and get a couple of bruises. Hopefully nobody busts my fingers up this time as it hurts and I want my hands to paint, draw and and write and anything else that hands are used for. I may do some painting later on after I get home, or I may not it, it will depend on entirely how I feel.

You ought to be an adult 18+ to read this

Uncategorized

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.