cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Duty, Discipline and My Cock Sorry it's been a bit since I've posted here. A few weeks perhaps. Well, I can't quite remember where I left off. But I should mention that Trish and I have been all over Craigslist having all sorts of fun looking for people to fuck together. She and the kids left on a trip on Thursday afternoon with her parents to visit family. I stayed home, what with work and looking after the dogs. Having the freedom to go out and about without needing to stay home with the kids, I decided to post an ad on Craig's List to see if any likely woman wanted to go out and have some fun with me tonight. This morning I found a good response in my in-box. She included an acceptable photo and I replied in the affirmative and we were all set to go. Then I thought I'd better google her email address, just in case. That was where I suppose that I went wrong. I found a whole bunch of things she'd posted on various 'please help me' type sites. It seems that she's a recently single mother whose husband left her very suddenly a few months ago. She'd posted these things all over the place about being in dire financial straits with him gone, bills to pay and children to take care of and no idea what she was going to do. Fuck. Ok, so I thought about it for a few minutes and then I sent her $50 via Paypal. And then I thought about it some more and I sent her some more money that I really cannot afford. And then I thought about it even more and I sent her an email, from the fake email address I'd been using for the CL stuff (rather than my real one connected to the Paypal account) saying that my kids were about to come home early and that sorry, I have to back out of the whole thing to look after them. Sorry, bye. Why? Because think about it. I give her money and then she meets up with me and we fuck and what does that make her? Something that she had shown no intention of becoming. It wouldn't be the slightest bit fair to meet up with her after having sent her that money. It would be awful of me to even attempt it. So here I am. Sitting alone at my computer, drinking a beer and watching Horatio Hornblower movies that someone was kind enough to rip on to Youtube. And you know, there was a bit about this exact situation almost in the the Hornblower movie 'Duty.' About 20 minutes into it. I just saw that scene and it inspired me to write this entry. Of course, Hornblower dealt with the situation by proposing marriage to the young lady in question but that would hardly be appropriate or desirable here. I really did want to get laid tonight. But I suppose that fulfilling one's duty is more important at the end of the day and I feel confident that I have done exactly that to the best of my abilities and personal resources at the moment. Also, I should mention that I swear my cock has randomly grown larger yet again and I don't know why. 2 or 3 years ago it was 6 inches when fully erect and then it was almost 6 and a half and I checked this afternoon because it seemed different and suddenly it's just a hair shy of 7. Now how in the hell does that happen? And where will it end? I'm not sure I would want it any bigger than this. One has got to be able to fit the thing somewhere and most women are not porn stars who can take something the size of a prize cucumber without flinching. Not that it looks like a cucumber, but you get the idea. 7:27 p.m. - 2009-01-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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