So, I am here in Vegas sipping my Bacardi and coke, packed and ready for the long haul home tomorrow. I’ve read a few blogs, answered a question or two, and now my mind as turned to the subject.. what to write about tonight…
Tonight, I just want to say it.. I’m a dick. Not your ordinary dick, but a dick none-the-less. One of my first acts I undertook during the weekend while MasterB and slave Kit were here with me was to have a new fan installed in our bathroom. Why? because I am a dick.. and good isn’t good enough. If it ain’t right, I’m going to speak up.
Sometimes when a person is down, I don’t console them. If I think they are wallowing in self-pity or blaming another when they stink of shit too.. I’m going to say something. That is because I’m a dick.
Sometimes, I just show no empathy what so ever for what my slave is going through, and make her do shit she really, really doesn’t want to. Then again, I do that because I’m a dick.
In another sense, I am a dick because I am a man and like most men I can often be defined by my dick. Truth be told, Johnson and I are really tight. My dick doesn’t rule me but damn near. I need at least one orgasm a day and I will have it, even if I have to take care of it myself.. Having a dick can be a bit like having spidey senses.. when it starts tingling you know that some action isn’t far off.
The thing about being a dick is, karma. Karma just loves to give you back the dick you gave. Today, I was handed.. quite literally… courtesy of a men’s room soap dispenser, a reminder that I am a dick..
I know I shouldn’t have my camera out in the men’s room but I had to shoot this… Then I didn’t really want to wash it off.. but then I also didn’t want to grind it into the next hardy hand shake..
Soon I will be home and then I can make a creamier version.. and put it somewhere even less appropriate. At least that version can be licked off.