I have been writing an awful lot about handjobs lately. Sorr.. (OnlyFans)

I have been writing an awful lot about handjobs lately. Sorry about that, it is a fascination of mine. I just like the power of holding a man's cock in my hand and making him squirm with the flick of a finger. It's just my thing, I guess. So, I wrote myself into a handjob kick, and now I'm making videos of handjobs. Things could be worse. I could be on a book reading kick and discussing books with you right now. I do read every night, I have to, or I would never fall asleep. I don't really like to talk about what I'm reading. I just fancy reading. Plus, it keeps your mind sharp. Even if you read fiction, it's still using your brain, and that is important. I think it improves my sex life as well. I admit that I read books that contain a certain amount of porn type material. I like it. I did read a book where drugs were made that changed men into women, vagina and all, and vice versa. You couldn't reverse it, though, so it wasn't a recommended procedure just for kicks. But this lady slipped the drugs to her husband and changed him from a big strong man into a slight, skinny woman. She then did all kinds of things to him/her and then took the drugs to become a man and completed a total reversal. I admit this turned me on. I am on the fence about not being able to reverse it, though, as do I love my box. But having a dick and using it on someone who used to use theirs on me...that's hot! Wait, I am getting very weird here. Sorry about that. It happens. How I got to here from handjobs is beyond me. Moving on.

Why, yes, I am old. Thank you very much for noticing. I'll stick kick most of these chubby, out of shape, twenty-somethings ass. I'm just saying. One of them told me on Twitter that I was aging so gracefully, as she was sucking down a bag of potato chips and a big gulp, that she hoped she would be so lucky. When people say I'm aging gracefully, I take that as a nice way of saying you are slowly looking worse. Just fucking around. I am very happy with myself as I am not a super self-conscious person. I am self-aware, I know I have issues. I just don't care. I wake up in the morning with hair going nine million ways, drool on my face, and think to myself, "I look good." The dogs run away howling but no worries. They come back for food. Guys, and I like beards, I do, but some of you grow them thinking they will make you look distinguished. Careful, there is a fine line between a distinguished look and the senior citizen discount appearance. I'm just saying, don't hate the messenger. I better go before I anger everyone...again.

Love you, have a safe weekend. I will post some stuff tomorrow, so watch for it!

Brooke