I almost called this “what a dump”. My room isn’t as big of a disaster at the moment.
As you can see no matter the mess I can still clear myself a space to jerk off in. The mess also refers to the post orgasm clean up that lets me know that I’m done.
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So I make weird videos featuring weird characters. Many of those characters are women, because it’s more funny. I am usually the worst at doing make up. But I’ve watched some YouTube tutorials by drag queen and last night my character looked much improved. I looked like a drag queen so I made him a drag queen character. Stu without further ado, i present to you Pussy Powers.
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I’m going to have sex with a different guy everyday for a year.
Yeah you read that right. It’s the 1 a day challenge, no affiliation with the vitamin.
You are wondering why. I’m honestly wondering that myself.
Maybe it will justify my sex addiction, at least for the next year. Or maybe it will cure it. That works for drug addicts ,right?
Maybe it will give me something I have to write about everyday in this blog and it will be a great jumping off point for my one man podcast I want to do while my sex party podcast is on hiatus. So am I doing this for content? Kind of.
Is this all just a stunt? Well yeah, duh.
It’s been done before. A Russian artist had sex with 365 guys in 365 days and he even had sponsors and he got an article in the Huffington Post
I probably won’t get any Huffington Post article because it’s been done before, but it might help out my blog, podcast and YouTube channel.
So here are the rules.
It would be preferable if it was one guy a day, but there will probably be days when I can’t do it because I have the flu or I’m getting married that day. So I’m going to count it when I have a three some or go to a sex party. At the end of the month the total must be equal to or greater than the number of days in that month.
I count almost everything sexual as sex. So yes oral counts. Hand jobs even count, but I’ve never really been one to stop at a hand job so it won’t be 300 hand jobs, don’t worry about that.
Today is day 3, I started this a coupler of days ago because once I get an idea in my head I need to start it immediately. As of right now I have had sex with 3 guys, and I have another one waiting in the theater here at work. I’m trying to stay on top of things.
I will do a write-up on every trick when I can but right now I need to get back to work.
I suck at following through with things. Take the February Photo Fest challenge. All I had to do was post an erotic photo once a day for the month of February. Instead I tried to make an erotic horror story around the pictures but by day 10 I didn’t have the picture I needed and crash. I began posting erratically. For the 2 people who were following that story I am going tho finish it. The only thing I’ve ever managed to stick with for any length of time has been feeding my dog homemade dog food which i have kept up for 2 years now because I love her.
I have a good feeling about this one too. This is something I can do
- The February Photo Fest picture a day story was preempted the last few days because of.. Because of Donald Trump, yeah that’s the story. I promise tho post multiple photos over the next couple of days do we might catch up. Today however is a Sinful Sunday so that means just one (maybe 2) pictures. If you’re interested in the gay whore story horror story Chapter 1 is the best place to start.
Day 19 of MAD HOUSE
Little Shit, the unfortunately named accountant turned “puppy” who had become the property of the schizophrenic psychopath Gage woke with a start.
He had no idea what woke him up or where he was for one brief colourful second. But the aches and pains and overwhelming nausea brought him back to his new nightmare reality. He was pretty confident the pain was a result of withdrawal from whatever drug Gage kept injecting into him.
Something else came back to him. Very briefly he remembered the events from last night that he previously blocked. When the impossibly unbearable memory flooded back his very efficient mind went to work reblocking the realization.
“No,” Little Shit said out loud in an uncharacteristic act of bravery. “I need to remember ”
The mind is an incredible thing. It knew the accountant playing a puppy could not handle the knowledge. His brain snapped. What took over was pure animal instinct. He no longer cared what happens to himself and playing nice did not keep both of his sons safe.
He would track down the monster who did this and rip its throat out and devour his dead heart.
The butt plug puppy tail he was wearing began to twitch. From a distance you might think this was a good sign. When you came close enough to hear the deep animal growl you would know Better.
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