Apologies Everyone….

I am in the middle of moving and trying to write up a proposal for new job. 

Needless to say, when Im on the computer…. I sadly dont have the time to share a lot currently. Things should calm down a bit more after June 1st.

My Thanks for sticking around this long. I promise to return with sexual escapades, chaotic wackiness and more visual smut to help you get your spank on with…. 

The Doctor Is In Motion

Yep, I am now a card carrying member of the Fuck-Buddy Union, Local 805…. 

Frell, what the frak am I bitching about ? Great, Im swearing in geek speak now.

Its not Love…. its just fucking someone Im in Love with.

She’s fucking Me, in possibly more ways than one.

She broke down and cried for 37 seconds, but questions my ability to handle “this”.

We even discussed having My Attorney to put together a Fuck-Buddy Agreement. Yeah, why dont we just get Married? At least then, she’d get half of my stuff sans Prenup. Im not being completely fair to her in the blog. I am not completely innocent. I have sadly, regretfully hurt her both mentally and emotionally. Ive had several moments of failure when I was not always the educated Renaissance Man I spent My life in the pursuit of becoming.

As for a legally binding agreement? Sometimes I think she doesnt Know Me or Trust Me at all. Yes, I am great for fucking and being intimate on “that” level, but nothing else. Hell, why not just put a hand up My ass, and Im her Muppet…. speak not to Me about pain. Now I am not a mind reader, I just cant help but feel all she wants is a puppet with a plump pecker. 

In all honesty, there’s a lot more to the story. I’ll admit I am being a bit more one sided that normal; a literary Mobius Strip. Maybe there’s something ironic about that description as I reflect a bit more….

The Doctor is IN, wondering about the status of His Sappy Romantic Union Card, Local 508

Good Morning Folks….

Here are few lessons I would like to pass on today if I may: 

#1. Please do not mistake manners for a lack of confidence. 

#2. While We live primarily in an instant gratification society, the joy and discovery of patience that arrives with intimacy is its own reward. Simply put…. take the time to try and play well with others. It might be a lot more fun than whats at “hand”.

Finally, I currently wish I had a sweet submissive, creative pet, gorgeous girlfriend or someone to “play” with. Ah, Casual Friday. Without giving away the foundation and spark from too many of My training and reward sessions, its days today that I find Myself currently lusting for as Spring comes into full bloom right now.

For example, I might find Myself and My partner playing a very quiet, sinful game the morning after a collective spank-full Thursday Night. I would possibly mark her thong, bra, glasses, or another an article of her clothing with My cum…. reminding her just how pleased I was with her from the night before. As the morning unfolded, I’ve been known to send messages and pictures that could remind her of the passion from Our Evening together.

Finally, it would all crescendo into a late Friday Afternoon Phone Call. This is where I would only allow her to use a certain word, touch, or other earlier agreed upon training exercise for her to attempt at her desk, the car, bathroom or somewhere else private. Success would garner a reward. Failure would result in fair but necessary punishment….

I just thought I’d share. I’m sure there are possibly a few out there who perhaps have mistook My intentions or forward momentum.

The Doctor Is Out Researching A Project

Please feel free to leave your questions, suggestions, and/or comments with the virtual envelopes above.

I could use about 39 old Baseball or Football metaphors from the old days to describe how I feel right now, at least mentally or emotionally. Still, I’ve always been one to recover and heal quickly;quicker than I probably should in some cases. I use to joke I didnt need any tattoos, I had scars to symbolize my journeys and adventures. I also joke that I have enough scar tissue to make another person. I can only imagine what My Soul looks like at this point. Ive said to several friends as of late that I feel like its dripping off the bone. Thats what it feels like, but I cant help but wonder if there’s anything left to fall under the influence of Gravity’s embrace?

At any rate, its never just one thing that knocks me down…. usually I can weather a soul storm lacking any sort of crooked numbers by design. I can feel the embers struggle to return that spark of fire and passion, breathing life anew into My…. Soul? I dont know. I just dont know anymore. As I sit here writing and reflecting, the doubts I normally brush away begin to fester and echo with questions I normally answer with ease….

Its been a rough year or so, starting in February, 2011. I successfully defended my Ph.D in December of 2010, but its been like hopscotching blindfolded through a landmine field on a pogo stick ever since then. Three of My friends were killed on a road trip through Canada, which left their oldest son an orphan. (My Godson was killed in the crash) Ive also spent about nine months rehabbing an old “sports” injury that was aggravated by an ex-girlfriend. Here she thought it was funny. Here I thought I knew what was funny, and was rather proud of my eclectic, yet scholarly refined sense of humor.

Then comes the Hat Trick of Divorces…. I lost 5 really, really good friends by the end of those Wars of the Roses. The odd thing? They all came to Me for advice, yet I hadnt been married. I like to think its because they respect My experience. Ive been engaged a couple of times, and I tend to stay in lengthy, loving relationships…. or try to. What can I say? Im a romantic, creative and possibly perverted sort…. rather, thats what I use to be. Currently, I am somewhere between jaded and exhausted. I hope this feeling leaves as a quickly as it settled in….

At any rate, by the time it was all said and done…. Five of the Six divorcees were and are no longer speaking to Me. One of them out and out blamed Me for their Divorce. It seems I warned him not to marry his now current Ex-Wife after hearing him bitch for almost 5 years. (I introduced them to one another, which of course is My fault too, at least according to them.)  They dated for 8 or 9 years before getting married…. yep, My fault as well. It seems I somehow put the notion in his head that he was doomed to fail. Why does it seem that everyone is a victim, or seems to have the victim mentality as of late? Too much Springer and Maury, perhaps?

Wow. I am still surprised to find out I have such God-like Powers over all Mankind it would seem, especially when it comes to matters and affairs of the Heart. I never knew I could steer the winds of romance in such a fashion. Admittedly, I wish I could use them on or for Myself. I would just dub Myself “Chuck Woolery” and make Myself the sweetest, sexiest and most insightful Love Connection EVER.  she and I would want for not. Well, maybe Oxygen, Water, Food…. the usual things when a pleasure fest is in full effect.

While Im not one to believe in jinxes, the Universe does have a certain sense of humor I’ve come to occasionally understand and certainly experience in my 38 years on Terra Firma. Perhaps I should just respect the streak and whistle while I walk through the Graveyard as it were?  Again, I simply just dont know. What I will say is that Ive been lucky enough to be with some amazing women in My lifetime. Like Everyone else, I have Miracles, Memories, and a few Regrets. Do I wish I could find “the one” ? Yes, of course. Do I tire of searching for her? Yes, I do. Ive been looking for her since I was 16 years old, even younger than that.  Like that small itch on the roof of your mouth you simply cannot scratch, I am now beginning to wonder if I am running out of time and/or options. I am not afraid, but I am so tired of dating to date, to chance, to hope, to find. Its odd, I have been on more “First Dates” than I have been on Job Interviews.
(I am gainfully employed, and have been since I was 15 years old doing one job or another.)

So with that, I am going to knock on wood for awhile and cease with any reflecting color commentary. I’d really like to avoid earning another potential punchline from the Cosmic Comedy Void that Universe is known to provide.

The Doctor is In…. the Shower. Please leave your questions, comments and anything else you’d like to by the Fuzzy Duck Slippers. Thank You Kindly. 

“Why” is always the most difficult question to answer.

“Why” is the answer that comes first to mind, but last to leave your lips….

“Why” is the answer that you will never truly understand from another.

“Why” am I writing this?  I wish I knew or someone would share their insight….

The Doctor Is Out. Why? Make your own “Z” Access Joke….