A Public Place

     As you know, I have made it well known that posting daily to your blog is sometimes difficult for me. This is especially so on weekends when real life activities do not allow me that extra time to complete a thoughtful post. During the week, it has almost become part of my evening routine that I complete a post. Even then, I struggle with appropriate topics at times.

     I do not want to give you the impression that I am complaining, yet it is difficult to determine topics worthy of discussion. I feel that I have exposed so much of myself to you in regards to my thoughts and preferences.

     The thought that keeps me going with postings is that you look forward to reading them. You are always prompt in reading them and have expressed your thoughts on how some of them make you feel. Of course, I get the most satisfaction when you have told me that some of my posts are written in such a way that spark erotic thoughts from you which you use later to get off. Knowing that I have helped in any way, especially with my posts to you, has been enough of a motivator to find further words to get you off.
   

     Last night, you knew that I was going out with a friend since I told you that I may be unable to post to your blog. You promptly responded that I WOULD post and may have to do it before going out. Pressed for time, I posted quickly in order to follow through on your demand and not wishing to disappoint you. Curious whether you'd read the post, later in the evening while out at a bar with said friend you related that the post was "lazy, yet acceptable." I was glad that it passed muster this time, but I knew that I had finished it quickly to get something up, and it wasn't well thought out as compared to what I have posted in the past. 

    You also wrote that you expected me to leave my friend at some point in the evening in order to get off. Quickly, I knew that this expectation would be particularly difficult as I was in a public place, a club, that had absolutely zero privacy. The plotting began...

     Fortunately, my friend agreed to leave the club for a bar that I knew had private restrooms. After buying a beer for my friend to keep him occupied, I entered the private restroom and locked the door behind me. I quickly dropped my shorts and briefs noticing that I had a tremendous hard-on. Quickly and efficiently, I began wanking your toy knowing that at any time I may hear a banging on the restroom door. The mental vision above caused me to finally spill my spunk to the restroom floor. I immediately cleaned your toy and the floor and made my way out of the restroom. The remainder of the night I had many thoughts of you....

     4 hours? Is this the amount of time necessary to completely sate you? Serving you for 4 hours would be exquisite.....the matter of how the time would be spent would be totally up to you....worship?

     Recently, I became aware that your "partner-in-crime" is scheduled to attend the same function....any further ideas?

     I hope you've enjoyed my post.

     I remain,

     Your Pet and your little toy :)