I never liked likes. Dare say, I hated likes. Milliseconds of dopamine in rapid-fire succession in consecutive days weeks months and end of lesson, I think you get it and may even agree...

Unwise to base self-worth on faceless strangers' knee-jerk opinions. So I avoid the typical haunts where likes are known to roam.

And so tonight I find myself bombarded with literally thousands of likes over my photos, and with a little luck maybe some sticky keyboards or very satisfied wives.

I try to make sexy art. Or, "Sexxxy Art." And you guys have responded in such a vociferous, throbbing manner that I find myself helplessly addicted to the damn likes. But I mean... where else can I share this shit? The Tok of Tic?

Now one rock-hard of dick, I must retire now that it's breakfast. I must break the fast of *not cumming. I've seen so many beautiful bodies since the sunset...like stars in the AZ sky just begging to be reamed in their black holes... that I literally have back pain. Blue balls, if left untreated, become an injury.

I should remember that the next time I need an excuse not to cum to work.

Why exhibitionism and not voyeuristic appetites? For me at least it's not "showing off." I'm no braggart in any other field of life. Maybe it's a healthy appetite of porn, and I'm trying to be like them? But I distinctly remember even as a child just randomly getting naked in secret, always in secret, for no reason at all. Because I like the fact that I'm "not allowed?" The only time I ever came from road head was when a minivan pulled up along side me on the highway full of people. No idea if they were aware of what was happening, but it worked anyway. 80mph while filling my girlfriend's mouth with 45 minutes of built up cum... took multitasking to a whole nother level.

I hope they saw. And talked about us for weeks.

Had my first ever threesome a month ago. My second a few days ago. Good times. Pegging involved. Went until dawn. Good married couple from Sedona. We've become good friends. And yet I found myself distracted by a recent breakup. A woman 10 years my junior out of the blue said I'm no good for her. Hurt. I'm surprised and kinda glad I can still feel that kinda hurt. And she's back now. Poly lifestyle. It has its ups and downs. Still... never thought I'd be venting to a naked man about a woman while his wife cleans off a 10-inch toy after rearranging my guts for me. I need a redo I think...