For about a decade my "sexual" world consisted of stealing balloons from public displays, finding a quiet place, and fucking them in my car.
I'd scope the places I knew had helium balloons on their signs and had scissors in my car so I could steal them.
This was the only outlet for sex I had and I did it a lot. Too much probably.
So two days ago (friday) about a block away was a garage sale sign with a heart mylar balloon on it. I'm a looner. If you inflate it, I notice it.
So it's Sunday and I walked down and took the balloon from the sign and have it stashed away from my son. It was easy and stupid and I am so happy. Totally reminds me of my decade of snipping strings and hurrying a 17" to the car. Just to pop it...Eventually.
I hope someone can relate.
I'd scope the places I knew had helium balloons on their signs and had scissors in my car so I could steal them.
This was the only outlet for sex I had and I did it a lot. Too much probably.
So two days ago (friday) about a block away was a garage sale sign with a heart mylar balloon on it. I'm a looner. If you inflate it, I notice it.
So it's Sunday and I walked down and took the balloon from the sign and have it stashed away from my son. It was easy and stupid and I am so happy. Totally reminds me of my decade of snipping strings and hurrying a 17" to the car. Just to pop it...Eventually.
I hope someone can relate.
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