Friday, 27 April 2012
Cast Your Seed Where You May?
You may have noticed that this blog runs the gamut of topics. Romance, sex, writing, my life, venting, a bit of humour, today’s post is about something so far out you won’t even believe it.
Before you read any further, it is only fair to warn you that what you are about to read will burn your retinas out. There isn’t enough bleach in the world to clear off the image. I know, because I saw it first-hand!
I’ve seen some strange things in my life, and I’m sure that in the future I’ll see some things I never expected to see. But what I witnessed the other day takes the cake.
It started when I was out running errands with the Spawn. It had been a good morning and we were headed home. We pull up to a light with one car in front of us. A white pickup truck pulls up just past us on our right, but not all the way up to the light. He stopped halfway between us and the car in front of us. Here’s where things start to go awry. I look over and his left arm and shoulder are jerking and twitching around.
Joking, I say, “Look at that guy. He’s jacking off.”
The Spawn looks over and laughs. “It sure looks like it,” she agrees and we joke back and forth a bit about how funny it looks, and about how nasty our minds must be to even think that way.
The guy, about 65, big, fat and nasty looking; seems to be staring at the phone in his right hand and is twitching his left to beat the band …. Or whatever.
The light changes, we start going, but he doesn’t move. We look over at him, his arm is jerking faster and his face is all scrunched up and he has that pleasure-pain look of a man in orgasm. IN HIS TRUCK! At one in the afternoon! ICK!
I’m all for fun and games in the car, but couldn’t he wait until he got home? Or until he found a secluded parking lot? I guess when the urge strikes you just have to go for it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go bleach my eyes.
PS: I'll try to get back to the stages of seduction soon.