Waiting is an ordeal. But getting there is worth the wait. No matter how prepared I am I always forget something ‘vital’ behind. This time, even though they were right beside my suitcase as I packed, I forget to toss in my sleep duds. Even drove five minute to the airport when I realized I hadn’t packed my camera to computer cable – yikes. Now that is vital. In fact tin my carry on I had all those vital recharger cables for cell phone, camera, Kindle, AirMac, iPod -as well as those necessary things.
Was travel ever simple? Now I can’t leave the house for a walk without making sure I have my iPod, phone, camera – no just pulling a jacket to go for a walk. What do nudists do?
view from my DC window
It’s been some years since I flown to the USA so some of the routine was new to me. US Airways staff was very helpful with the automated check in. $25 for each non-carry on bag though. Glad I had only one suitcase – that weighed in at 40lbs. All the theory stuff went smoothly, no come this way Sir as they made me explain my vitamins.
do I want to ride or be ridden?
Flight was smooth, if cramped – a regional puddle jumper with very tight seats. But the flight was just over an hour, not even time for them to give us an energy bar. Finding my luggage at Reagan was a bit tricky – it would have helpful to know which of the carousels it was being unloaded to. SuperShuttle was easy to find, a bit of a wait. Man was I glad to get to the Churchill.
another window view
My room is huge, big as a one bedroom. Staff were helpful. I got out for a walk con I unpacked. Bought a few grocery items for breakfasting in my room. The one meal of the day I have to have by myself. Slept okay & am now ready for my first real day in Washington.
Maybe I’ll read this at Gush Friday night:
Comfort Zone
this is pushing me
out of my comfort zone
past my bed time
out of my house
trying something new
and old
at the same time
the same old thing
with a new face
the same old action
with a new dick
to me
within walking distance
to him
too far to walk
phones numbers exchanged
not even sure it’s a working number
till I get near
give that ‘i’m near your corner’ call
he’s waiting on the porch
shushed to be quiet
as we go into the dim house
TV in another room flickering
street light
the only real light
so no real look at his face
cocks played with
as he gets his dogs settled down
poppers out & offered
but that’s not my scene
my scene is between his legs
freshly washed is always welcome
his dick hard cut
not long enough to gag on
by turns
we go down on each other
no place to lie down
he sits
directs with squeeze
doesn’t want to come too soon
wants to enjoy his poppers longer
we switch positions
but his need for poppers
distracts my dick
I’m not going to come
without consistent attention
we switch again
he shoots
I dress
resist saying ‘call me sometime’
this was too anon
for me care if there’s another time
on the street I delete his number
as I head into the night
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Nice. I certainly could relate. Both to the travelogue and to Comfort Zone.