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One of the things that’s always perplexed me about my ex was her judginess towards colors. You know as people do when they first start dating is talking about trivial s***. During one of these talks I mentioned that blue was my favorite color, specifically cerulean blue. To which she responds “Blue is such an immature color, red is more mature” or something like that. I remember being hurt by that comment but I let it slide. But it should have been an insight to how she was going to be. But I won’t get into that, that’s not the point of this “confession” To me, if you base someone’s maturity level on likes and dislikes, I have some bad news for you. You’re the immature one for thinking that’s a good basis to go on. Some of the most mature people I’ve ever met still watch cartoons. Still eat cereal in their PJs etc etc etc. It’s just like going to church doesn’t make you a good person. You can’t evaluate someone like that. You have to look deeper. So please, don’t be like my ex, Don’t be an a******. K thnx.

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I have to admit that I love to flash my c*** to adult women, of any age actually. I flash my c*** in my car, on webcams or in hotel windows overlooking parking lots or beaches like in Florida. My c*** is slightly larger than “average” but certainly not huge. Two women have told me that my c*** is really hard. I believe that several women have seen me though none have reported me and that’s a good thing.

One time in Florida I was laying on the lounge with my c*** surreptiously sticking out the side. Across the deck was a beautiful black haired lady in a bikini. She had really b*******. She was wearing sunglasses and getting some sun. Her lounge was slightly elevated but I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. If they were she would have seen my c*** which of course was really exciting me. We were like that for about 15 minutes when another lady approached her and said something. She sat up, raised her glasses and took a clear look at me. She then lowered her glasses and resumed her position. She didn’t do or say anything. The only thing she did was bend her knee blocking my view between her legs. I didn’t trust the other lady so I left right away. That lady really took it in stride. I often wonder if she was offended, neutral or excited.

One night I was cruising with my c*** in my hand looking for a flashing opportunity. Up ahead was a girl hitchiking. She was wearing a loose dress from what I could see in the headlights and she was perfect. I decided to offer her a ride with my c*** out. If she got in, great and if she did not that was cool. I pulled up beside her and she opened the door. When that happened the interior light came on. She could see my c*** but I was so excited that c** exploded out of my c***. It happened so fast that I reached over, closed the door and took off.

I often wonder what she thought. Oh yeah, I also j******* to those memories.