1. Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 1 of 5


    Date: 11/16/2023, Categories: Diary , Male / Older Female, Author: LanceAvenue 

    Saturday night has finally arrived. I’ve been eagerly waiting for this night to come, not because I have anything planned, but because I don’t have anything planned. The last few months have been so busy with work and family and all sorts of shit that I haven’t had a moment’s peace. But tonight, I am home, and I am alone, so I can just sit around and do whatever the hell I want without anyone bothering me.

My name is Mike Thompson, I’m 32, live in a city called Horn Springs, and love my dog. I live alone in a house in the suburbs. I like it here. It’s quiet, beautiful, and clean. I got questions from the neighbors when I moved in as to why a single man would move out here. I’d have to tell them that I was engaged, and she left me not long after the ink dried on the mortgage papers. That’s about around the time life got so hectic, and I guess I’m glad it did because it distracted me from the pain. But that’s all in the past now, and I’m doing better. It's just me and my dog Sam.

This evening I think I’ll just watch some TV and maybe light a bowl. I’ll probably end up watching porn and beating off. But I don't really care, I’m just glad to be home and alone. But before all that, I need to take my dog for a walk. That should be a nice start to the evening. I just got home from work so I need to get cleaned up. I’m a plumber, so sometimes I can get a little messy. I made sure the house I bought had a mud room with a shower, so I could isolate everything from the rest of ...
    ... the house on really bad days. I know what you’re probably thinking, but I assure you it’s usually just mud, not shit. But it’s sometimes shit. Sometimes I get questions about why I would want to be a plumber and I just have to say hey, I’ve got a house, a truck, no debt, and I can easily pay all of my bills with plenty left over. Being a skilled laborer is not a bad way to go.

I pull up to my house and then send my buddy Roger a message to see if he can deliver some weed tonight as I'm almost out. I gather my things from my truck and get out. Roger messages me back and informs me that he can be by sometime later tonight. Nice.

I enter the house through the external mudroom door that is right next to where I park. I really couldn’t have picked a better house for myself. I’m not too dirty today, but still, I start my daily routine of stripping down to nothing, putting my clothes in the wash, and then taking a shower. The external door to the mudroom has a big window in it that I’ve been meaning to put a curtain up but haven’t gotten around to yet. The mudroom is large and tiled, has floor-to-ceiling cupboards and the door to the rest of the house to the left, a washing machine, dryer, utility sink, and windows on the right, and a bathroom with shower on the opposite side of the room from the external door. I kick off my shoes and start to undo my belt. I hear my dog come running down the hall. I reach for a dog treat I keep in one of the cupboards and toss her one after she ...
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