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Traffic for no earthly reason! Immaculate Congestion drives my crazy.

I can totally relate. Being a long time compassionate muffin man (look it up in the urban dictionary) I find my own level of excitement is directly proportional to the pleasure of my partner. Also, I was taught from a very young age, that ladies come first. I try to live by that code always.

Surprisingly, the collection of 80's movie posters triggered memories of my dad. He's been gone for 14 years and I seem to think about him less often these days. Those posters reminded me of all the films we saw together. I owe my love of the movies to my dad. He started taking me to the theatre when I was seven. Our first film was a Disney production (natch) called The Sword in the Stone. Our last was Total Recall; my Dad called it Total Retard. True, my Dad was not the most politically correct, but he had a keen eye for quality. Thanks for the unexpected trip down memory lane.

My highlight was waking up to a PM from a drop dead sexy lady who wants to do naughty things with me. That sort of thing puts a smile on my face every time.

Both Back to spanking, rod or flail?

Getting ready to brave the Ottawa traffic jam. It's unusually bad today thanks to a little construction.

Through her, over and over again. Spanking with your hand or a strap?

Done properly? Prostate massage! Fingers or Dildo?

An icy cold Diet Coke after an hour in Ottawa traffic. Sometimes it tastes so good it should be illegal. Same could be said for some special Cerb ladies (you know who you are).

I just reviewed the footage again. My next first thought was a secular version of option 7, it went "Oh my balls! I need to have carnal knowledge of her or of a close approximation of her, or something of the same gender as her very fucking soon!"

My first thought is "I'll bet she smells like peaches", My second thought is "I wonder if she tastes like peaches"? My final thought is "I should go see Peaches again".

For a brief moment I shared an intimate experience with a lovely woman, life was grand, colours were brighter and all was right with the world. The next day is often like lunch-bag let down. The world seems dull by comparison, more grey than vivid. This probably explains why I carry on like I do. I crave the highs. I seek out those like me and together we seek admittance to heaven, if even for a short time.

At the conclusion of an encounter you should: A) Wipe all your drippy sticky parts on her good linens. B) Just hang out until she begs you to leave. C) Be polite, get dressed, say you had a great time and go. D) Suggest she surprise her next client with a MMF experience.

Well done cutie! Post more, we want to know all about you.

Waking up minutes before the alarm feeling rested and relaxed. Some days, getting out of bed is double tough. Today was a breeze. Gotta be thankful for the little things.

Wow talk about a cluster effect! Retrievers, City living and French kissing. MMF or FFM?

I love them all, but large offers more possibilities. Dogs or cats?

I like ChantalSummers because beneath her too cute girl next door looks lies a truly twisted temptress whose idea of a good time happens to be your wildest fantasy. That and even though she is fairly new to CERB, she has quickly established herself as everyone's favourite girlfriend.

I drive the Blue Devil. Anyone who has seem my car can tell you how ironic that nick name is.

Taking a dump. While catching up on the latest in CERB-Ville.

BJ - I rarely drink coffee. Silk stockings or fishnet?

Lots of hard and fast cuddling... Hee! Cunnilingus with digits or without?

Well done Thump! The first 100 are the hardest. Looking forward to more.

Neck ties, I've got hundreds of them! Woo Hoo Blind fold or ball gag?

The Anal (Green) Mile Butch Casidy and the Anal (Sundance) Kid Seven Anals (Brides) for Seven Ass Holes (Brothers) Beverly Hills Anus (Cop or Ninja, depending on when you were born)