I never lock my house doors when I'm at home and always leave them unlocked all night as well. The log building where my Love Nest is located has never even had lock on the door and I keep my chainsaw and other tools in a shed which doesn't even have a door on it! (it blew off in a wind storm)
Not only do some of my neighbours never lock their cars, but a few leave their unlocked cars parked overnight with the keys in the ignition!
So you can imagine our consternation when an unexpected crime spree happened here last week. Some neighbours along my road had small items stolen from unlocked cars and sheds, and a pickup truck was stolen but was later recovered in town. (the owners had left the keys in the ignition.)
A hunky young police officer came to my door the next day to ask if I had heard anything. I could scarcely focus on the questions he was asking me. Instead, I felt like a foolish schoolgirl, just a-quiver at his fresh, handsome face with its chiselled jaw and piecing blue eyes.
Hunky Cop had lovely muscles with perfect biceps and pecs. His uniform seemed just a bit too tight for comfort, with his pants dragged tight over his voluptuous ass and bulge.
A few comments:
2. Had Hunky Cop asked, I would have done him right there on my front steps with no hesitation at all.
3. Very often, I wonder what handsome straight guys think when I'm talking to them. It must be very obvious to them that I'm gay and that I'm consumed with lust and impure thoughts. Since coming out, I make no effort to hide my gayness or my attraction to men.
There must be fine line between making no effort to conceal my interest in a sexy straight man and coming across as a pathetic, lecherous old fart. I know that some of these hotties know that I'm ogling them and I make no apologies for that.
So far, none of them has commented on my interest in them but I hope that they would be self-confident enough to take it as a compliment.