sticky, tasty goodness. Or stealing panties out your neighbors’ laundry baskets in the washroom downstairs to use as a ‘love glove’ during your next fast-stroking encounter with yourself. Sometimes, you just turn the lazy boy around toward the window in the evening, open the curtains, and give West 73rd a little solo showing of your carnal offerings.

Tonight, I’m going to give myself a good once over with Karen from 2D’s little grey knit jogging shorts that I snatched from her laundry on Sunday. Who knows, when I’m done, I might just throw them on and take a stroll down to the corner shop. They’ll look better on my ass than they would on hers anyways…