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Confessions of a Middle-Aged Santa...  

OldDinosaur23 61M
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12/29/2016 8:26 pm
Confessions of a Middle-Aged Santa...

Ok, I hope you don't think there's going to be sex, and role-playing, and all kinds fo hot, sweaty, naked stuff in here.

Please. If you've been reading my blog, you know there's no way that my 4-year-long drought has ended in such a way as to lead to non-stop sex.

Nah. I was just thinking the other day about what it meant to be a dirty-minded older man - who just happens to look an awful lot like the beloved jolly old elf.

Although, I can think of some uses I put the "magic snowball" to... voyeurism would be the least of my new hobbies!

When I was in my 20's, I did the mall Santa routine. That's right, I wore the red suit, added some padding, and some fake white hair/beard, and sat there while babies cried on me, or wet their diapers. Loads of fun.

One of the guys who worked the same mall I did claimed that he had "Santa groupies" all the time, and that he had to buy a suit for himself, so he could get all the pussy he ever wanted. Huh. And he was one of the older men - closer to my age now than he was to my age then. And he had some personality issues, and some other issues - yet he claimed the suit scored him women.

Needless to say, it didn't work out for me all that well.

Mind you, I did enjoy having a woman hit on me... while her was on my lap. Surreal. And I did invite all of the college coeds to sit on my lap, and I would give them a low-pitched "ho, ho, ho!"

But no groupies.

Move ahead to now. As I have mentioned before, I look much like the beloved jolly old elf, even without the suit. People have come up to me at my job and offered to hire me to play Santa. I did a couple of stints, and got all suited up, and played the part well enough to get invited back next year.

But no groupies.

I guess I should not have believed that "rent-a-Santa" story from almost three decades ago... Well, live and learn.

There's always next year for the suit...

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