I will be going away for a little while. First off, nothing bad has happened, I will be doing some travel for work. As it stands right now I expect any internet service that I could possibly get will be monitored, slow, and time limited. I don't expect to be able to post here, and if I did it would be quite boring as I will pretty much be in an almost all male environment.
I will probably still check my e-mail whenever I can, but even that is questionable.
Wish me luck, I leave later this week and I expect to be back sometime around mid January.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
She missed me
I finally saw my good friend Mrs Legs today. She missed me, we hadn't seen each other since just about the end of October, and it's almost the end of November. We had talked a few times but our paths hadn't really had a chance to cross, mostly due to me traveling.
I walked into her house around 9 this morning, she was alone, and waiting for me. She had left the door open for me, and I let myself in. She was running late, and I was a little early. The reason that this was a problem was because ewe had already talked on the phone, and I had made mention that I vaguely remembered seeing a corset hiding in the back of her closet an while back, and I thought it would look incredible on her.
I was right.
Boy was I right.
As soon as I walked into her place she was running up the stairs to her room to finish getting dressed, but the small glimpse that I caught was enough to give me an incredible erection. I couldn't help it. I just stood there, two feet in the door, my hand stroking myself through my pants staring at the stairs for her to come back down.
I guess she couldn't find the rest of the outfit because she walked back down the stairs, with a sad baby face on, telling me that she lost some clothes. I couldn't help but smile, the view from my end was great. She sort of bopped her way down the stairs, and threw her arms around me and gave a huge passionate kiss. She was very glad to see me.
I picked her up and carried her to the couch, her thighs wrapped around my waist as we continued to kiss. I was able to lay her down on the couch without breaking free of her kiss. We didn't stop as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I wanted to be in her more than anything else, but not yet. Instead I reach down and put some pressure on her clit with my head. She was wet beyond belief.
Her had had found my pants and was frantically searching through my pockets. She was ready for me, and I would not stop her. She found it, tore it open, and put in on as fast as she could, knowing the faster it was on me the fast I was in her.
The first thrust of my cock, caused her whole body to tense up, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her feet pulling me in, while her thighs tightened to keep me out, her pelvis angled itself to take me.
I didn't try to be gentile, with every ounce of strength I pushed against her, over and over. Then I stopped and slid myself firmly in. I pulled out at an angle so that my shaft slid right off her clit, and I thrust back in the same way. Then out.
I motioned for her to flip over and leaned her over the arm of the couch. It squeaked with each movement that we made together. Until I came. I pulled her onto me sitting her on my lap as I throbbed in her, she did not stop playing with my balls, and kept me hard for a little while extra. I finally had a good chance to look at her costume, a small slightly rigid pearl white corset that covered half her nipples, holding her breasts firmly in place. It fit her perfectly.
Being the day after thanksgiving, her husband at work, and me out riding we had all day together, and what a day it was.
I walked into her house around 9 this morning, she was alone, and waiting for me. She had left the door open for me, and I let myself in. She was running late, and I was a little early. The reason that this was a problem was because ewe had already talked on the phone, and I had made mention that I vaguely remembered seeing a corset hiding in the back of her closet an while back, and I thought it would look incredible on her.
I was right.
Boy was I right.
As soon as I walked into her place she was running up the stairs to her room to finish getting dressed, but the small glimpse that I caught was enough to give me an incredible erection. I couldn't help it. I just stood there, two feet in the door, my hand stroking myself through my pants staring at the stairs for her to come back down.
I guess she couldn't find the rest of the outfit because she walked back down the stairs, with a sad baby face on, telling me that she lost some clothes. I couldn't help but smile, the view from my end was great. She sort of bopped her way down the stairs, and threw her arms around me and gave a huge passionate kiss. She was very glad to see me.
I picked her up and carried her to the couch, her thighs wrapped around my waist as we continued to kiss. I was able to lay her down on the couch without breaking free of her kiss. We didn't stop as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I wanted to be in her more than anything else, but not yet. Instead I reach down and put some pressure on her clit with my head. She was wet beyond belief.
Her had had found my pants and was frantically searching through my pockets. She was ready for me, and I would not stop her. She found it, tore it open, and put in on as fast as she could, knowing the faster it was on me the fast I was in her.
The first thrust of my cock, caused her whole body to tense up, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her feet pulling me in, while her thighs tightened to keep me out, her pelvis angled itself to take me.
I didn't try to be gentile, with every ounce of strength I pushed against her, over and over. Then I stopped and slid myself firmly in. I pulled out at an angle so that my shaft slid right off her clit, and I thrust back in the same way. Then out.
I motioned for her to flip over and leaned her over the arm of the couch. It squeaked with each movement that we made together. Until I came. I pulled her onto me sitting her on my lap as I throbbed in her, she did not stop playing with my balls, and kept me hard for a little while extra. I finally had a good chance to look at her costume, a small slightly rigid pearl white corset that covered half her nipples, holding her breasts firmly in place. It fit her perfectly.
Being the day after thanksgiving, her husband at work, and me out riding we had all day together, and what a day it was.
The sexy ladies not (yet) in my life
There are a few blogs I read on a regular basis. For the most part I think of these folks as friends, not because I actually know them, but because on some level I feel like I do. Some of the ladies here I have no clue what they look like, some I have seen in pictures, and one that I met in person. All of them incredible and all of them are on my 'hit it' list.
The incredible southern belle
The infinitely sexy Ms. Lilly
Words that are only matched by her body
A mind I wish I could only get inside, once, maybe twice if we have time
This isn't an all inclusive list, but these four just do something for me, each one in her own way.
And lastly the AM date that didn't work out, just might have. I have talked to her a few times this week, and if it wasn't for opposing family obligations we would have met for a long lunch today, or over the next two days. Unfortunately I won't be able to see her until Monday, and then later this week I will be disappearing for a little while. The online chats, in the mean time, have been quite the sexually charged conversations.
The incredible southern belle
The infinitely sexy Ms. Lilly
Words that are only matched by her body
A mind I wish I could only get inside, once, maybe twice if we have time
This isn't an all inclusive list, but these four just do something for me, each one in her own way.
And lastly the AM date that didn't work out, just might have. I have talked to her a few times this week, and if it wasn't for opposing family obligations we would have met for a long lunch today, or over the next two days. Unfortunately I won't be able to see her until Monday, and then later this week I will be disappearing for a little while. The online chats, in the mean time, have been quite the sexually charged conversations.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
TMI Tuesday #162
1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?
I really have a thing for stuffing, it's probably the best food of that one meal.
2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Millie Vanillie, I don't think I need to explain why/
3. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
Knowing me, I would waste it away, spending the whole amount over the course of a week on absolutely nothing.
4. What is your favorite curse word?
It's very much a toss up between fuck which is just the original curse word, and cunt, which just sounds so, well, evil.
5. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
I would go attend the original Woodstock, then I would go back and attend it a few more times, intentionally avoiding myself so that I would not have the same experience each time. After that I would stand in line to watch the original star wars the opening night, except that I would tell everybody standing in line the entire story while we wait. My next stop is to my stock brokers office circa 1994 so that I could buy some tech stocks, then back around early 2001 to sell.
Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
I would like to fly, it is the most useful super power. It would open up whole new worlds of adventures for me, plus it would just be fun to fly around.
I really have a thing for stuffing, it's probably the best food of that one meal.
2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Millie Vanillie, I don't think I need to explain why/
3. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
Knowing me, I would waste it away, spending the whole amount over the course of a week on absolutely nothing.
4. What is your favorite curse word?
It's very much a toss up between fuck which is just the original curse word, and cunt, which just sounds so, well, evil.
5. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
I would go attend the original Woodstock, then I would go back and attend it a few more times, intentionally avoiding myself so that I would not have the same experience each time. After that I would stand in line to watch the original star wars the opening night, except that I would tell everybody standing in line the entire story while we wait. My next stop is to my stock brokers office circa 1994 so that I could buy some tech stocks, then back around early 2001 to sell.
Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
I would like to fly, it is the most useful super power. It would open up whole new worlds of adventures for me, plus it would just be fun to fly around.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Shopping and toys
I disappeared to the south for the last week, leaving my wife all alone at home.
Somehow she managed to wear out a few of her toys, and she hatched a plan to go shopping after she picked me up from the airport. She has a habit of coming up with these great plans, she figures out exactly what she wants to do, and then tries to get me to figure out what she wants and then wants me to take her to do what she wants to do. I usually figure it out when she directs me to drive the long way home, or she tells me it would be nice to go somewhere she hasn't been for a long time.
The other night she decided to go toy shopping. I was more than happy to take her, although she is next to impossible to shop for. I have tried to buy her toys in the past, but usually she uses them once for my viewing pleasure, then they get relegated to the back of the toy drawer and never see the light of day again.
I like to think that I am good at picking out toys for women. I also realize that toys are designed to be better stimulants than my dick ever can hope to be. I have tried to vibrate, and no matter how much I try it just doesn't work. Toys can bend in ways I can't, touch places that I can't touch, although I am fairly confident that for most women a toy can never replace the feeling of 'him'. Plus they are fun to play with.
We walk into the store, which is in a small, one story building on a main road. The door is around back, along with the dimly lit parking lot, which is covered in security cameras. Oh, what these cameras must see. In the store every available inch of real estate is taken, one wall of sexual fun. We make our way to the corner of the store that we came for.
Every toy is hung on the wall in it's group, dildohs with dildohs, vibrators with vibrators. We each pick a few toys out, discussing each ones merits along the way. Some neither of us could figure out, others are more obvious. We finally settle on three, a thin longish vibrator, a rubber vibrating cock ring, and my personal pick, a curved and ribbed slightly-larger-than-my-dick dildoh.
We walk into the house and I go upstairs to shower. I took my time showering, after a week away one of the nicest feelings is to shower at home.
I walk downstairs, and my first view is of her, legs spread, one leaning on the armrest of the couch, the other propped against the coffee table. The vibe was bouncing off her piercing, a very solid metal, almost mechanical sound. The dildoh, plunging in and out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted more than anything to be that toy, but I didn't want to interrupt the rhythm in front of me. Instead I leaned over and kissed her, not touching her anywhere except with my mouth to hers. My hand reached down to help her, taking over the dildoh duties. I sat on the floor next to her and kept going. Each thrust of my hand got her closer to orgasm until I could see her thighs tense, pulling her knees closer together as she came.
Next was my turn. She was already waiting for me. I pulled her in close, so that she came down to my level on the floor. I moved her over me positioning her so that she could easily sit on my lap. She sat down and started to ride me. Ride me she did. I just sat there as she pleasured herself over me. In reality it was me who was enjoying it more.
Somehow she managed to wear out a few of her toys, and she hatched a plan to go shopping after she picked me up from the airport. She has a habit of coming up with these great plans, she figures out exactly what she wants to do, and then tries to get me to figure out what she wants and then wants me to take her to do what she wants to do. I usually figure it out when she directs me to drive the long way home, or she tells me it would be nice to go somewhere she hasn't been for a long time.
The other night she decided to go toy shopping. I was more than happy to take her, although she is next to impossible to shop for. I have tried to buy her toys in the past, but usually she uses them once for my viewing pleasure, then they get relegated to the back of the toy drawer and never see the light of day again.
I like to think that I am good at picking out toys for women. I also realize that toys are designed to be better stimulants than my dick ever can hope to be. I have tried to vibrate, and no matter how much I try it just doesn't work. Toys can bend in ways I can't, touch places that I can't touch, although I am fairly confident that for most women a toy can never replace the feeling of 'him'. Plus they are fun to play with.
We walk into the store, which is in a small, one story building on a main road. The door is around back, along with the dimly lit parking lot, which is covered in security cameras. Oh, what these cameras must see. In the store every available inch of real estate is taken, one wall of sexual fun. We make our way to the corner of the store that we came for.
Every toy is hung on the wall in it's group, dildohs with dildohs, vibrators with vibrators. We each pick a few toys out, discussing each ones merits along the way. Some neither of us could figure out, others are more obvious. We finally settle on three, a thin longish vibrator, a rubber vibrating cock ring, and my personal pick, a curved and ribbed slightly-larger-than-my-dick dildoh.
We walk into the house and I go upstairs to shower. I took my time showering, after a week away one of the nicest feelings is to shower at home.
I walk downstairs, and my first view is of her, legs spread, one leaning on the armrest of the couch, the other propped against the coffee table. The vibe was bouncing off her piercing, a very solid metal, almost mechanical sound. The dildoh, plunging in and out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted more than anything to be that toy, but I didn't want to interrupt the rhythm in front of me. Instead I leaned over and kissed her, not touching her anywhere except with my mouth to hers. My hand reached down to help her, taking over the dildoh duties. I sat on the floor next to her and kept going. Each thrust of my hand got her closer to orgasm until I could see her thighs tense, pulling her knees closer together as she came.
Next was my turn. She was already waiting for me. I pulled her in close, so that she came down to my level on the floor. I moved her over me positioning her so that she could easily sit on my lap. She sat down and started to ride me. Ride me she did. I just sat there as she pleasured herself over me. In reality it was me who was enjoying it more.
Bad attitudes
I am in a bad mood today. I was in a bad mood yesterday too. In fact I think I have managed to completely piss off everyone around me.
My wife isn't happy with me, although she is the least angry of the bunch. I've been short with her all weekend. I snapped at her a few times about inconsequential things that I should have just kept my mouth shut about.
I alienated Mrs Legs when I carefully explained to her yesterday morning that I was busy all weekend and no matter how much she begged me to come out I was more interested in staying home.
VJ called me Saturday night and asked about her idea for a threesome which I politely refused the first time, and the second time. The third time she asked I let her have it. I didn't hesitate in telling her that it just wasn't going to happen, she should stop trying, and if I hear about it again I don't want to hear from her.
I also managed to royaley piss of half a dozen other friends at the same time. Esse, I think is the only person that isn't completely angry at me at the moment.
The reason, I haven't smoked since Friday night. I have smoked for the better part of 18 years, and if you know my age, yes that is how old I was when I first started to smoke. This isn't the first time that I have tried to quit. I've tried a few times, but since I'm telling you right now that I'm trying to quit again, that means that I've never actually suceeded.
My wife isn't happy with me, although she is the least angry of the bunch. I've been short with her all weekend. I snapped at her a few times about inconsequential things that I should have just kept my mouth shut about.
I alienated Mrs Legs when I carefully explained to her yesterday morning that I was busy all weekend and no matter how much she begged me to come out I was more interested in staying home.
VJ called me Saturday night and asked about her idea for a threesome which I politely refused the first time, and the second time. The third time she asked I let her have it. I didn't hesitate in telling her that it just wasn't going to happen, she should stop trying, and if I hear about it again I don't want to hear from her.
I also managed to royaley piss of half a dozen other friends at the same time. Esse, I think is the only person that isn't completely angry at me at the moment.
The reason, I haven't smoked since Friday night. I have smoked for the better part of 18 years, and if you know my age, yes that is how old I was when I first started to smoke. This isn't the first time that I have tried to quit. I've tried a few times, but since I'm telling you right now that I'm trying to quit again, that means that I've never actually suceeded.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 2
Continuing my very boring (sexually) week away from home, today was no exception. I went out to a professional dinner where I was able to hobnob with some fairly important people. I had low hopes for the night and have resigned myself to going home tomorrow horney and alone. I did see the light at the end of the tunnel today, after dinner a few of us went out to a local bar for a few extra drinks, then on the way home from the bar a few less of that group stopped at a liquor store for a few beers, and then we preceded up to her room. What I had heard her say as let's go up to my room and play poker, sounded in my head let's go up to my room and have some fun. Apparently it really meant lets go up to my room and play some poker, which we did until she decided that it was bed time and I left.
Tomorrow sounds like it will turn out fun. My wife will be picking me up from the airport, and she says that she has a surprise for me...
I will fill in the void with another bad sexual encounter. This one isn't nearly as bad as the last one I wrote about, but it could have easily put me in more trouble than I would care to ever need to deal with.
The first time I slept with VJ.
She had invited me to take her out, and at the time we hadn't seen each other in a long time so I jumped at the chance to see her. Since she still lives with her parents (a big thank you to her dead beat ex husband/baby daddy who doesn't support them) I had to deal with that first hurdle, which wasn't too bad. We have known each other since high school, and I had slept over her house back then, in a very innocent fashion, so I was already familiar with them.
They still gave me the third degree, where are you going, what are you doing, when are you going to be back.
We are going to the bar then to the back seat of my car, your daughter, and when I am done, in that order.
We went out to a small local bar, nothing special, the type of place that you need to watch out where you sit because it could be Bob's seat, which he hasn't left in the past eight years. That type of bar. A few drinks, enough to get reacquainted, but not enough to get drunk and we made a quick exit. I was being very picky about where to take her after the bar. We had already made our intentions very clear as to what activities we would be participating in, and I was on a mission to find a nice private, secluded place where we could be alone.
I finally did find a place, in a dimly lit empty parking lot, near the beach. Neither of us wasted any time removing our clothes, and within seconds we were naked, our hands groping and grabbing each other. I went down on her and she eagerly returned the favor. In fact her oral skills were amazing, and she was able to give me a memorable blow job, good enough to get me to cum within a few minutes. It was so warm in the car that i had to open the windows to let some air in.
Lucky for me (rather my ego) I was able to get it back up without a break in the action. For round two we dove straight into the sex. Over the course of the next hour we mush have tried every position in the Karma Sutra that was even remotely possible in the back of a car. Front, back, top bottom, upside down, inside out. There were hands and feet on every surface in the car pushing and pulling.
Toward what would become the end of our sexually charged back seat romp I had her laid across the seat with me on top. Through the front window I though I could see a light in the distance, but I ignored it. I had noticed a few random cars pull in and out of the parking lot while we were there, and I dismissed this one as being no different. Except this one was. It didn't stop and turn around like the rest, it slowly came closer until the drivers window was a foot away from my window. When I realized that this car kept coming closer I froze, got as low as I could with her under me and stopped making any noise.
Then he talked.
"What are you doing in there son?"
My response has turned into a classic line between VJ and myself, and we refer to it on a regular basis.
"Uh, well officer, pretty much what it looks like"
I'm pretty sure that he could see my naked ass sticking up. I couldn't see him, his flashlight was pointing right in my face, blinding me. He gave me the order to get out of there, and I wasn't about to argue.
We wound up going out to another bar near her house and a few more drinks before I finally made the trek home. I only realized after what could have happened. Trying to explain an indecent exposure ticket would not have been good for me.
Tomorrow sounds like it will turn out fun. My wife will be picking me up from the airport, and she says that she has a surprise for me...
I will fill in the void with another bad sexual encounter. This one isn't nearly as bad as the last one I wrote about, but it could have easily put me in more trouble than I would care to ever need to deal with.
The first time I slept with VJ.
She had invited me to take her out, and at the time we hadn't seen each other in a long time so I jumped at the chance to see her. Since she still lives with her parents (a big thank you to her dead beat ex husband/baby daddy who doesn't support them) I had to deal with that first hurdle, which wasn't too bad. We have known each other since high school, and I had slept over her house back then, in a very innocent fashion, so I was already familiar with them.
They still gave me the third degree, where are you going, what are you doing, when are you going to be back.
We are going to the bar then to the back seat of my car, your daughter, and when I am done, in that order.
We went out to a small local bar, nothing special, the type of place that you need to watch out where you sit because it could be Bob's seat, which he hasn't left in the past eight years. That type of bar. A few drinks, enough to get reacquainted, but not enough to get drunk and we made a quick exit. I was being very picky about where to take her after the bar. We had already made our intentions very clear as to what activities we would be participating in, and I was on a mission to find a nice private, secluded place where we could be alone.
I finally did find a place, in a dimly lit empty parking lot, near the beach. Neither of us wasted any time removing our clothes, and within seconds we were naked, our hands groping and grabbing each other. I went down on her and she eagerly returned the favor. In fact her oral skills were amazing, and she was able to give me a memorable blow job, good enough to get me to cum within a few minutes. It was so warm in the car that i had to open the windows to let some air in.
Lucky for me (rather my ego) I was able to get it back up without a break in the action. For round two we dove straight into the sex. Over the course of the next hour we mush have tried every position in the Karma Sutra that was even remotely possible in the back of a car. Front, back, top bottom, upside down, inside out. There were hands and feet on every surface in the car pushing and pulling.
Toward what would become the end of our sexually charged back seat romp I had her laid across the seat with me on top. Through the front window I though I could see a light in the distance, but I ignored it. I had noticed a few random cars pull in and out of the parking lot while we were there, and I dismissed this one as being no different. Except this one was. It didn't stop and turn around like the rest, it slowly came closer until the drivers window was a foot away from my window. When I realized that this car kept coming closer I froze, got as low as I could with her under me and stopped making any noise.
Then he talked.
"What are you doing in there son?"
My response has turned into a classic line between VJ and myself, and we refer to it on a regular basis.
"Uh, well officer, pretty much what it looks like"
I'm pretty sure that he could see my naked ass sticking up. I couldn't see him, his flashlight was pointing right in my face, blinding me. He gave me the order to get out of there, and I wasn't about to argue.
We wound up going out to another bar near her house and a few more drinks before I finally made the trek home. I only realized after what could have happened. Trying to explain an indecent exposure ticket would not have been good for me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 1
So this week is turning out pretty much like the last one. To be blunt, I ain't gettin none! I am away again for work, this time in the wonderful south, my wife is home, and I am alone. I did have plans to have a friend over, but she hasn't called me back since I told her I would be staying near her last week. She asked me to call her when I got in, but she has not answered or called me back.
We did sleep together once, and it was mostly good (hence the title). Almost 2 years ago we worked together, not on a regular basis, but we did correspond through email, phone calls, and once or twice when I traveled to her city. On one trip we were talking and she asked me if I was able to go out with her that night. I was easily pursuaded to go with her, trust me it didn't take much discussion to convince me. We had always flirted with each other when we talked, and the sexual tension was easily noticable.
We wound up going to her sisters house to play scrabble. Sounds exciting right? I actually enjoy playing scrabble, it is probably my favorite board game. We played, got drunk and were having a great time when she proclaimed to everyone in the room "OK it's time to go the night is young and we gotta fuck". I could almost feel myself jumping for joy, but I did manage to contain my enthusiasm long enough to make it out the front door. I did have to endure a lecture by her sister on breaking the heart of a newly divorced woman, which was quite an uncomfortable conversation to have.
We walked to her house. I remember the walk being an incredibly long one, but she was only a few houses away. We walked into her house, and she gave me the nickel tour of her house, including her bedroom, where she ended the tour. The normal fooling around ensued and soon enough we were screwing on every surface of her bedroom. It was great. She was very experienced, knew exactly what she wanted and was very eager to please me.
To make a very long story short, the better part of an hour later I had her at the foot of her bed while I jerked of in her mouth, and she had a vibrator shoved as far up as it would possibly go. Just as I was about to blow, her bedroom door opened up.
Her kids.
One of her twin fourteen year old daughters were standing in the door, the other I could see poking her head out of their room. My jaw must have hit the floor as I came. I just stood there completely motionless as I tried to digest what was going on. I just stood there fully erect finishing on their mom. She just started to yell at them. I don't know what she said, but I will never forget the look on her kids face as their mom scrambled to close the door. They had a look of horror, like they had just seen death.
After we had regained our privacy, or as much privacy as two teenage girls who had just seen their mom take a load in her mouth would give us. I apologized, said a few quick words along the lines of "I gotta go" collected my clothes and ran for the door. I don't think I have ever been that embaresed in my life. the worst part was hearing them lecture me and their mother as I made a mad dash for the door. I ran all the way back to her sisters house, jumped in my car and started to drive. Realizing that I was still drunk I pulled over parked the car and called her back.
That was honestly the most embarresing moment of my life.
It actually sounds worse than it was, what had actually happened was that we drank too much, went back to her house like a pair of drunken fools, woken her kids up on the way into the house, and her kids had heard us in our drunken escapades, and walked in. We over reacted. She started to yell, and I freaked out and ran.
We did sleep together once, and it was mostly good (hence the title). Almost 2 years ago we worked together, not on a regular basis, but we did correspond through email, phone calls, and once or twice when I traveled to her city. On one trip we were talking and she asked me if I was able to go out with her that night. I was easily pursuaded to go with her, trust me it didn't take much discussion to convince me. We had always flirted with each other when we talked, and the sexual tension was easily noticable.
We wound up going to her sisters house to play scrabble. Sounds exciting right? I actually enjoy playing scrabble, it is probably my favorite board game. We played, got drunk and were having a great time when she proclaimed to everyone in the room "OK it's time to go the night is young and we gotta fuck". I could almost feel myself jumping for joy, but I did manage to contain my enthusiasm long enough to make it out the front door. I did have to endure a lecture by her sister on breaking the heart of a newly divorced woman, which was quite an uncomfortable conversation to have.
We walked to her house. I remember the walk being an incredibly long one, but she was only a few houses away. We walked into her house, and she gave me the nickel tour of her house, including her bedroom, where she ended the tour. The normal fooling around ensued and soon enough we were screwing on every surface of her bedroom. It was great. She was very experienced, knew exactly what she wanted and was very eager to please me.
To make a very long story short, the better part of an hour later I had her at the foot of her bed while I jerked of in her mouth, and she had a vibrator shoved as far up as it would possibly go. Just as I was about to blow, her bedroom door opened up.
Her kids.
One of her twin fourteen year old daughters were standing in the door, the other I could see poking her head out of their room. My jaw must have hit the floor as I came. I just stood there completely motionless as I tried to digest what was going on. I just stood there fully erect finishing on their mom. She just started to yell at them. I don't know what she said, but I will never forget the look on her kids face as their mom scrambled to close the door. They had a look of horror, like they had just seen death.
After we had regained our privacy, or as much privacy as two teenage girls who had just seen their mom take a load in her mouth would give us. I apologized, said a few quick words along the lines of "I gotta go" collected my clothes and ran for the door. I don't think I have ever been that embaresed in my life. the worst part was hearing them lecture me and their mother as I made a mad dash for the door. I ran all the way back to her sisters house, jumped in my car and started to drive. Realizing that I was still drunk I pulled over parked the car and called her back.
That was honestly the most embarresing moment of my life.
It actually sounds worse than it was, what had actually happened was that we drank too much, went back to her house like a pair of drunken fools, woken her kids up on the way into the house, and her kids had heard us in our drunken escapades, and walked in. We over reacted. She started to yell, and I freaked out and ran.
TMI Tuesday #161
1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?
I use my phone as a flashlight all the time, it is a handy tool, almost always with me, and provides ample light to do most small tasks. The last time I used it as a flashlight was sometime in the last week.
2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?
7 is a good number. I think I am pretty much comfortable being naked, however there are some circumstances where I just wouldn't feel comfortable. I don't see myself ever streaking, or naked in a situation where clothes are appropriate. In the correct settings though, it can be very freeing and comfortable.
3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?
The longest I have gone without since I lost my virginity, a few months after the girl I lost my virginity too dumped me. Since then there have been a few month or two long stints where I have been celibate (never by my own choice though).
4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?
Yes. Lots. In, around, against, on top of.
5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?
I don't think I ever have.
I also failed miserably at the bonus.
I use my phone as a flashlight all the time, it is a handy tool, almost always with me, and provides ample light to do most small tasks. The last time I used it as a flashlight was sometime in the last week.
2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?
7 is a good number. I think I am pretty much comfortable being naked, however there are some circumstances where I just wouldn't feel comfortable. I don't see myself ever streaking, or naked in a situation where clothes are appropriate. In the correct settings though, it can be very freeing and comfortable.
3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?
The longest I have gone without since I lost my virginity, a few months after the girl I lost my virginity too dumped me. Since then there have been a few month or two long stints where I have been celibate (never by my own choice though).
4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?
Yes. Lots. In, around, against, on top of.
5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?
I don't think I ever have.
I also failed miserably at the bonus.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The lunch date
Today was the day. It wasn't bad, but at the same time it wasn't good.
Looking at her, the pictures I saw of her were spot on. It was her to a T, in fact the real thing looked slightly better. If I would have met her on the street I might have guessed her to be in her mid 20's.
She was a few minutes late, and I showed up early so I sat outside until I saw her walk in. We exchanged the normal greetings. We even had a great conversation. I was nervous, but she was even more so.
This was going to be her first extramarital activity. She had been married a few years and after she had her children and was 'fixed' her husband wanted nothing to do with her. She told me about him, and he seems like a genuinely nice person, who wants to have sex for procreation reasons only. When she first mentioned her husband I was thinking that she would keep talking about him, but after a few quick scentenses that came out as she explained what she was looking for that was it, she didn't mention him again. The conversation was great, she was very intelligent, and we both enjoy some of the same subject. I really think we hit it off.
We sat there for almost an hour, then we both had to go. I left her with a very passionate kiss and a promise that I would send her a message when I got home.
Here is where it all went down hill. I log into my email, and there was a message from her, I'll paraphrase a little.
"Thank you for lunch, I had a great time, and I was very excited to see you again, but then I talked to my husband and I just can't go through with it. I feel guilty just going out to lunch with you"
At first I though that she was trying to let me down nicely so I sent back an I understand reply, and she said that it isn't the end, she just needs to think things through, and that we should keep in touch.
All in all not a bad experience, it could have gone better (we could have ended the lunch in the alley way behind the place, which we did talk about), and it could have gone a whole lot worse (I had imagined a drunk toothless bag lady as a worst case scenario).
Looking at her, the pictures I saw of her were spot on. It was her to a T, in fact the real thing looked slightly better. If I would have met her on the street I might have guessed her to be in her mid 20's.
She was a few minutes late, and I showed up early so I sat outside until I saw her walk in. We exchanged the normal greetings. We even had a great conversation. I was nervous, but she was even more so.
This was going to be her first extramarital activity. She had been married a few years and after she had her children and was 'fixed' her husband wanted nothing to do with her. She told me about him, and he seems like a genuinely nice person, who wants to have sex for procreation reasons only. When she first mentioned her husband I was thinking that she would keep talking about him, but after a few quick scentenses that came out as she explained what she was looking for that was it, she didn't mention him again. The conversation was great, she was very intelligent, and we both enjoy some of the same subject. I really think we hit it off.
We sat there for almost an hour, then we both had to go. I left her with a very passionate kiss and a promise that I would send her a message when I got home.
Here is where it all went down hill. I log into my email, and there was a message from her, I'll paraphrase a little.
"Thank you for lunch, I had a great time, and I was very excited to see you again, but then I talked to my husband and I just can't go through with it. I feel guilty just going out to lunch with you"
At first I though that she was trying to let me down nicely so I sent back an I understand reply, and she said that it isn't the end, she just needs to think things through, and that we should keep in touch.
All in all not a bad experience, it could have gone better (we could have ended the lunch in the alley way behind the place, which we did talk about), and it could have gone a whole lot worse (I had imagined a drunk toothless bag lady as a worst case scenario).
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
My first random date
Tomorrow is the big day. I haven't been shy or nervouse around people of the opposite sex in a long time, I have come to the realization that women either like me for who I am, or we just don't get along. For some reason this woman makes me nervous. I'm not scared that she won't like me, I am scared that we will sit down for lunch and just stare at each other, that we will just have nothing to say.
Through email we have had a few decent conversations, but the problem with email is that it gives the other party time to think about what to say, to come up with the perfect response. Any non-time-sensitive communication is therefore suspect and should not be treated as gospel. Some of the comments that she has said to me are a little off base, slightly absurd even. I had asked her if she wanted to meet for lunch one day this week, her response was to tell me her entire schedule for almost the next month. It's just the little things, like she just didn't have any attention to detail.
She sent me a picture of herself, and she looks good, her profile says that she is 34, and looking at her picture I would have guessed her 5 years younger. She looks fit, and says she works out. Pictures are another thing not to trust. They can be old, photoshopped, or just someone who looks better.
I have my exit plan, I'm going to ride my bike so that we won't *have* to drive together, and it's at lunch so I might have to go back to work early. The way i see it right now it looks very promising.
Through email we have had a few decent conversations, but the problem with email is that it gives the other party time to think about what to say, to come up with the perfect response. Any non-time-sensitive communication is therefore suspect and should not be treated as gospel. Some of the comments that she has said to me are a little off base, slightly absurd even. I had asked her if she wanted to meet for lunch one day this week, her response was to tell me her entire schedule for almost the next month. It's just the little things, like she just didn't have any attention to detail.
She sent me a picture of herself, and she looks good, her profile says that she is 34, and looking at her picture I would have guessed her 5 years younger. She looks fit, and says she works out. Pictures are another thing not to trust. They can be old, photoshopped, or just someone who looks better.
I have my exit plan, I'm going to ride my bike so that we won't *have* to drive together, and it's at lunch so I might have to go back to work early. The way i see it right now it looks very promising.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A little bit of a lull
I have hit a minor low point today. Nobody wants to come out and play with me.
My wife is feeling sick, and wants nothing to do with me.
VJ is practically begging me to come over and have a threesome with her and her guy, but she's looking for an MMF situation, which I want nothing to do with.
Mrs Legs is out of town for the week, she will be back Friday and I leave for the south on Sunday.
Mrs Cammaro is MIA.
I spent the afternoon at a friends new house helping him get ready to move in. The house had an incredibly potent smell, a combination of varnish, muric acid (cleaning the basement walls), paint, and exhaust fumes (from a generator). It was horrific, but the house is huge, in this housing market he bought it for a great price, $100k less than he would have bought it for last year. Plus he was able to rent out his old house for more than the mortgage.
On the bright side I do have my first AM meeting Thursday at lunch. I'm not too excited, she seems, well, for lack of a better word... dim.
My wife is feeling sick, and wants nothing to do with me.
VJ is practically begging me to come over and have a threesome with her and her guy, but she's looking for an MMF situation, which I want nothing to do with.
Mrs Legs is out of town for the week, she will be back Friday and I leave for the south on Sunday.
Mrs Cammaro is MIA.
I spent the afternoon at a friends new house helping him get ready to move in. The house had an incredibly potent smell, a combination of varnish, muric acid (cleaning the basement walls), paint, and exhaust fumes (from a generator). It was horrific, but the house is huge, in this housing market he bought it for a great price, $100k less than he would have bought it for last year. Plus he was able to rent out his old house for more than the mortgage.
On the bright side I do have my first AM meeting Thursday at lunch. I'm not too excited, she seems, well, for lack of a better word... dim.
TMI Tuesday #160
1. Ever been skinny dipping?
Yes, lost many clothes running away from some guys pool naked in the middle of the night. I have since learned to leave my clothes in the car, which is parked around the corner.
2. How often do you kiss or make out without it simply being a foreplay activity?
With my wife never. With others, it happens from time to time, not to often, but it does happen.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how content are you with your life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest) Do you think 'content' and 'happy' the same thing?
I think an 8 sounds about right. I have all the toys I want, friends and family are all healthy. I would like to travel, not for work. My ultimate dream is to do a lap of North America by motorcycle, then ride down through South America, and back up. My goal is to be riding down the road and see a sign that says "worlds biggest squirrel, next exit", and stop there, just to say I've seen the worlds biggest squirrel.
4. What do you do to relieve stress?
Sex.
5. What was the special trait in your first lover that made you decide that they were "the one?"
She said yes.
Bonus: How old were you when you first had sex? (positive experiences here...)
I was 14. I was dating a girl named after a bird, we were watching a bootleg version of Dusk til Dawn in her room with her parents downstairs. She asked if I had a condom, which I didn't. Then she asked if I had ever had sex before, so I did what any other horney young boy would have done and said yes. Both of those minutes were great, I mean incredibly great, at least for me.
Yes, lost many clothes running away from some guys pool naked in the middle of the night. I have since learned to leave my clothes in the car, which is parked around the corner.
2. How often do you kiss or make out without it simply being a foreplay activity?
With my wife never. With others, it happens from time to time, not to often, but it does happen.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how content are you with your life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest) Do you think 'content' and 'happy' the same thing?
I think an 8 sounds about right. I have all the toys I want, friends and family are all healthy. I would like to travel, not for work. My ultimate dream is to do a lap of North America by motorcycle, then ride down through South America, and back up. My goal is to be riding down the road and see a sign that says "worlds biggest squirrel, next exit", and stop there, just to say I've seen the worlds biggest squirrel.
4. What do you do to relieve stress?
Sex.
5. What was the special trait in your first lover that made you decide that they were "the one?"
She said yes.
Bonus: How old were you when you first had sex? (positive experiences here...)
I was 14. I was dating a girl named after a bird, we were watching a bootleg version of Dusk til Dawn in her room with her parents downstairs. She asked if I had a condom, which I didn't. Then she asked if I had ever had sex before, so I did what any other horney young boy would have done and said yes. Both of those minutes were great, I mean incredibly great, at least for me.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The death of a friend
Nobody actually died, but I did loose a friend.
I am a member of a motorcycle forum, and I have been a member of that community for the past 8 years. Some of the people I have grown quite fond of, and met quite a few of them in person. This group isn't large, but we all have a shared passion, and it keeps us together. Each year i take a long weekend, and go to North Carolina to meet with the people who I regularly only know as a small picture and a few words. We call each other, send text messages, myspace, facebook, email, and we meet in person if we are local. I have gone far out of my way to see some of these folks who I would never have known otherwise. I consider each and every one of them as a friend.
Two years ago the owner of the store that funds this forum was in an accident. For two years he struggled just to keep his bussiness afloat. He kept footing the bill for this forum, even though it meant that his bills weren't getting paid. He let us play while he paid the price. At one point donations were accepted, and they helped, but in the end it was a bandaid that never fixed the main problem. Last time I saw the owner of the forum he told the group that he was offered a rather large sum of money for the forum, enough money to get them out of much of their financial troubles.
This week the sale was final. The new owners of the forum took over, and the backlash started. I recieved a few text messages that the people were moving to a new forum, the emails were sent, myspace and facebook messages posted, and the group as a whole expressed their dissatisfaction with the descision. Some of us will leave, some of us will stay, some of us will do both.
The problem is that the new owners have a bussiness model that works. Their model has destroyed countless other communities at the expense of making money. They charge a membership fee for their premium experience (extra features, closed off sections of the forum etc). Bright blinking ads dominate the screen, censorship runs rampant, and the open friendly feeling of the group dissapears.
This saddens me. The community is my friend. It is a place that I can go to vent, talk freely, hear others express their opinons, meet new people, and spend some time every day in a place with people who have the same interests as I. This week my friend has died. I don't blame the owners for selling it, they need to keep a roof over their heads, and food on the table.
I will miss my friend, the community that it was yesterday is gone, and a new one will emerge in it's place.
Here is my farewell post to the old board that I will miss. I did change a few names in the interest of privacy.
I'll check in here too.
OLD-F was home for a long time, but NEW-O has ruined plenty of boards (including the one that sent me to OLD-F), mostly through their collection of membership funds, and their draconian way of modding the boards. They come in and say they're not going to change anything, but after a while, and it won't take too long, the old mods will drift away, and the NEW-O mods will assume their positions. Then the ads will start.
People won't notice at first.
Who will notice an extra add at the bottom? Or a thread bashing the new owners that dissapears after it falls off the first page? But it will happen, and it's intentional. When your back is turned they will stick something in your ass. No they are not evil, just greedy, and the only way to fill their pockets is through your asshole, and not going the same way that your shit usually goes, they go in through your asshole, like a gigantic penis of fuck you.
I don't blame _______ and _______, in fact I do blame them, they should have done this long ago. They kept OLD-F open, when it could have ruined their lives, they paid the price so that we can play. For 2 years they kept that site running while they were threatened with loosing their bussiness, their house, their way of life. And people are bitching because they aren't happy with a descision that they made so that they can afford to keep a roof over their heads. Yes they answered their call of duty, they were loyal to their friends, many of whom they had never even met. They are stand up people, and have always been honest and trustworthy to do bussiness with.
Thank you NEW-F community for taking us in, it is appreciated, even if we are going to double your bandwith useage overnight. Let me appologize up front, sorry about the pictures, I will post them without thinking because I think they are funny, but all they will do is make you curse and scream when you realize that I was outside your window on the one night when your gay boyfriend visited(if it's a lesbian thing I generally keep them to myself). Yes that is me looking through your garbage can, thanks for the day old tuna, but your swank magazine from 1986 will need an upgrade if you want me to hang around. Sorry I fucked your wife, it was only one time, sorry about your 18 year old daughter, that was a few more, but I get to keep your mom.
Kind citizens, thank you for being there when I need you, some of you will stay here, some will move to NEW-F. Some of you will stay. I hope I see you all again (except ASSHOLE, you can just dissapear). Whatever your descision is, good luck and god speed.
Friends we have arrived.
I am a member of a motorcycle forum, and I have been a member of that community for the past 8 years. Some of the people I have grown quite fond of, and met quite a few of them in person. This group isn't large, but we all have a shared passion, and it keeps us together. Each year i take a long weekend, and go to North Carolina to meet with the people who I regularly only know as a small picture and a few words. We call each other, send text messages, myspace, facebook, email, and we meet in person if we are local. I have gone far out of my way to see some of these folks who I would never have known otherwise. I consider each and every one of them as a friend.
Two years ago the owner of the store that funds this forum was in an accident. For two years he struggled just to keep his bussiness afloat. He kept footing the bill for this forum, even though it meant that his bills weren't getting paid. He let us play while he paid the price. At one point donations were accepted, and they helped, but in the end it was a bandaid that never fixed the main problem. Last time I saw the owner of the forum he told the group that he was offered a rather large sum of money for the forum, enough money to get them out of much of their financial troubles.
This week the sale was final. The new owners of the forum took over, and the backlash started. I recieved a few text messages that the people were moving to a new forum, the emails were sent, myspace and facebook messages posted, and the group as a whole expressed their dissatisfaction with the descision. Some of us will leave, some of us will stay, some of us will do both.
The problem is that the new owners have a bussiness model that works. Their model has destroyed countless other communities at the expense of making money. They charge a membership fee for their premium experience (extra features, closed off sections of the forum etc). Bright blinking ads dominate the screen, censorship runs rampant, and the open friendly feeling of the group dissapears.
This saddens me. The community is my friend. It is a place that I can go to vent, talk freely, hear others express their opinons, meet new people, and spend some time every day in a place with people who have the same interests as I. This week my friend has died. I don't blame the owners for selling it, they need to keep a roof over their heads, and food on the table.
I will miss my friend, the community that it was yesterday is gone, and a new one will emerge in it's place.
Here is my farewell post to the old board that I will miss. I did change a few names in the interest of privacy.
I'll check in here too.
OLD-F was home for a long time, but NEW-O has ruined plenty of boards (including the one that sent me to OLD-F), mostly through their collection of membership funds, and their draconian way of modding the boards. They come in and say they're not going to change anything, but after a while, and it won't take too long, the old mods will drift away, and the NEW-O mods will assume their positions. Then the ads will start.
People won't notice at first.
Who will notice an extra add at the bottom? Or a thread bashing the new owners that dissapears after it falls off the first page? But it will happen, and it's intentional. When your back is turned they will stick something in your ass. No they are not evil, just greedy, and the only way to fill their pockets is through your asshole, and not going the same way that your shit usually goes, they go in through your asshole, like a gigantic penis of fuck you.
I don't blame _______ and _______, in fact I do blame them, they should have done this long ago. They kept OLD-F open, when it could have ruined their lives, they paid the price so that we can play. For 2 years they kept that site running while they were threatened with loosing their bussiness, their house, their way of life. And people are bitching because they aren't happy with a descision that they made so that they can afford to keep a roof over their heads. Yes they answered their call of duty, they were loyal to their friends, many of whom they had never even met. They are stand up people, and have always been honest and trustworthy to do bussiness with.
Thank you NEW-F community for taking us in, it is appreciated, even if we are going to double your bandwith useage overnight. Let me appologize up front, sorry about the pictures, I will post them without thinking because I think they are funny, but all they will do is make you curse and scream when you realize that I was outside your window on the one night when your gay boyfriend visited(if it's a lesbian thing I generally keep them to myself). Yes that is me looking through your garbage can, thanks for the day old tuna, but your swank magazine from 1986 will need an upgrade if you want me to hang around. Sorry I fucked your wife, it was only one time, sorry about your 18 year old daughter, that was a few more, but I get to keep your mom.
Kind citizens, thank you for being there when I need you, some of you will stay here, some will move to NEW-F. Some of you will stay. I hope I see you all again (except ASSHOLE, you can just dissapear). Whatever your descision is, good luck and god speed.
Friends we have arrived.
The Deviance of Sex
Why do some people enjoy violent sex?
I spent most of the afternoon doing motorcycle related maintenance, getting them ready for the winter, and she spent the day out with a friend. She came home for dinner and brought some heroes from the deli, which we ate in the garage. She stayed for a few hours to watch me as I pinched my fingers, and busted my knuckles, laughing at me as I cursed the machines around me.
Before I was finished she went inside. I remained in the garage for another hour tidying everything up before I would call it a night. She had already gone to bed, and I went online to check some email, and the discussion on a forum I frequent that is undergoing some major changes and a mass exodus (more on this later).
I also talked to VJ over AIM, and she invited me over on Monday which I might take her up on, she also half begged me for a threesome with her and her boyfriend, which I am avoiding as best I can. She is looking for MMF experience versus a MFM experience. I don't mind touching another man in bed, as long as the focus is the a female that is the focus of both our affections. She is looking for him to have a more homosexual experience, which I just don't feel comfortable doing. I won't be their shared toy, it is a little too far away from my comfort zone for me.
My wife has recently discover the she enjoys hurting me, and I enjoy it too. Last night was no exception. My stomach and back are scratched and bitten, my ass is red and the shape of her hand is clearly visible. Last night was about me, and my gratification, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Making love doesn't have to include sex, which last night it didn't. Truly making love only has to include the gratification shared between two people who trust themselves enough to enjoy the pleasures of each others bodies.
I spent most of the afternoon doing motorcycle related maintenance, getting them ready for the winter, and she spent the day out with a friend. She came home for dinner and brought some heroes from the deli, which we ate in the garage. She stayed for a few hours to watch me as I pinched my fingers, and busted my knuckles, laughing at me as I cursed the machines around me.
Before I was finished she went inside. I remained in the garage for another hour tidying everything up before I would call it a night. She had already gone to bed, and I went online to check some email, and the discussion on a forum I frequent that is undergoing some major changes and a mass exodus (more on this later).
I also talked to VJ over AIM, and she invited me over on Monday which I might take her up on, she also half begged me for a threesome with her and her boyfriend, which I am avoiding as best I can. She is looking for MMF experience versus a MFM experience. I don't mind touching another man in bed, as long as the focus is the a female that is the focus of both our affections. She is looking for him to have a more homosexual experience, which I just don't feel comfortable doing. I won't be their shared toy, it is a little too far away from my comfort zone for me.
My wife has recently discover the she enjoys hurting me, and I enjoy it too. Last night was no exception. My stomach and back are scratched and bitten, my ass is red and the shape of her hand is clearly visible. Last night was about me, and my gratification, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Making love doesn't have to include sex, which last night it didn't. Truly making love only has to include the gratification shared between two people who trust themselves enough to enjoy the pleasures of each others bodies.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
All good things....
After two incredible days together day three. She woke up again before me, but instead of waking me up she took a shower, and then sat next to me in the bed and ate breakfast as I slept. After she was done eating I woke up and laid there as she sat on the bed next to me completely naked. My hand found her thigh, sliding up to where I really wanted to be. My dick still ready for more after the past two days, I knew that we only had a few hours left, and I didn't want to waste any time.
My mouth followed my hand and continued past her vagina into her stomach which I continued to kiss for a moment. I had every intention of going down on her but she pulled me up to meet her face to face. Shooing my hand away. She was sore from the previous activities, and manual stimulation no longer felt any good.
I entered her, being careful not to be too forceful out of fear that I might hurt her some more. It was just good missionary sex. We talked the whole time, face to face, mostly about each other. It only lasted a few minutes, we were both tired and our time together was getting very short. Our last time was great, but after the marathon sex of the previous two days it was a nice change of pace. For some reason I didn't put on a condom (we had broken a few already so any damage that might have been done had already happened), and in the passion of that comfortable normal sex I let myself cum in her. It's a great feeling to leave a little bit of me in her, something usually only reserved for my wife. I stayed in her, as we embraced. My penis slowly getting softer an smaller until it fell out. We laid there for almost an hour until we both felt the need to part ways.
She left before I did, leaving me alone. This was the most alone I had felt in a long time. I packed my things, cleaned up what was left of the room and walked out of that room for the last time.
My mouth followed my hand and continued past her vagina into her stomach which I continued to kiss for a moment. I had every intention of going down on her but she pulled me up to meet her face to face. Shooing my hand away. She was sore from the previous activities, and manual stimulation no longer felt any good.
I entered her, being careful not to be too forceful out of fear that I might hurt her some more. It was just good missionary sex. We talked the whole time, face to face, mostly about each other. It only lasted a few minutes, we were both tired and our time together was getting very short. Our last time was great, but after the marathon sex of the previous two days it was a nice change of pace. For some reason I didn't put on a condom (we had broken a few already so any damage that might have been done had already happened), and in the passion of that comfortable normal sex I let myself cum in her. It's a great feeling to leave a little bit of me in her, something usually only reserved for my wife. I stayed in her, as we embraced. My penis slowly getting softer an smaller until it fell out. We laid there for almost an hour until we both felt the need to part ways.
She left before I did, leaving me alone. This was the most alone I had felt in a long time. I packed my things, cleaned up what was left of the room and walked out of that room for the last time.
A good start to a better day
So I woke up yesterday morning with a small hangover, a huge erection, and a beautiful girl licking it. It took me a minute to comprehend exactly what was going on. I leaned forward gazing at her with my half open eyes while she continued to go down on me. I ran my fingers through her hair and startled her, she hadn't yet realized that I was awake, she was too busy taking care of the task at hand. Her head popped up and she wiped the moisture from her lips saying "good morning sleepyhead" while she tried to portray a childish smile. I pulled myself to lean back on the headboard and she straddled me sliding me in. She moved her body up and down along mine, her breast brushing my face. I kneaded her ass firmly with my hand as she continued her movements, her pelvis pushing into mine, her arms wrapped around my neck. She didn't even look me in the eyes, just continued to do her work until it was finished, pulling me out, letting me rest in the area between her pelvis and thigh while she continued to grind into me. I came all over the space between us and she rubbed it in with her stomach as continued to put pressure on me.
Without saying a word she stood up, walked into the bathroom and started up the shower and cleaned herself off. I had less than an hour to get to my meeting and I stepped into the shower next to her and washed myself off alongside her, our bodies touching briefly. I was ready to go again, but there wasn't enough time, and both of us knew it. She told me that she had some shopping to do, and she was dressed and out the door before I could even find my clothes. I made it to my meeting on time, but my mind kept going back to my wake up call this morning, the way she went from being playfully childish to emotionless and mechanical in her duties. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.
After my business was done I looked at my phone on my way to the car. She had sent me my instructions for the rest of the morning, call her when I'm ready to leave, two bottles of white wine, and wait for her to call me in the hotel lobby. I followed her orders to the letter. She called and told me it was ok to meet her in the room. The elevator ride up took forever, and I could almost feel her as I stood there alone waiting for my floor.
I walked to my door and slid my card in peeking into the room. It was almost dark, I could see the flicker of candles as I walked in. A quick glance around the room and I could see that she was busy. Almost every surface that could hold a candle had one. There was a new table in the center of the room that had not been there earlier, along with two chairs, and a late lunch from the hotel resaturant was ready for us. I sat down at the table as she walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing a bright red dress, loose around her chest, her back completely bare, and the cut of the neck fell almost down to her belly button, the skirt part of the dress was tight and ended halfway down her thighs, her shoes started just bellow her knees with red straps that wrapped each leg down to her ankles, with two red heels to match. I was awe struck with all she had done. Our meal passed by too slow, but the conversation was good.
After we ate she sat me on the couch and started a cd player that was hidden behind the couch. She straddled me and started to dance to the music, grinding against me and touching me in ways that most men would pay good money for. She had been a stripper in a previous life, and her talent showed. Without hesitation over the course of a few songs she unbuttoned my shirt, and had my pants around my thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her naked ass to me, her top had slid to each side exposing her breasts. Each time she rubbed her pussy over my hard cock I could feel the moisture that had gathered there.
She danced for me until I grabbed her by her hair. I forcefully put her on all fours and dropped my pants and shirt. I squatted down behind her, and rubbed my waiting member against her pussy, pulling her cheeks apart with my hand. Then I stopped right at her hole, just the tip of my dick entering while I barely moved in and out. She started to beg me to fuck her, but I was enjoying making her wait. When i decided she had enough, I entered as hard as I could, again and again, my stomach slapping against her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. Within a few minutes she was almost at the wall and started to climb it with her arms as I followed behind her until she was flat against the wall. I moved her arms to the small of her back holding them both firmly in place while I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I could feel myself starting to throb so I pulled out grabbing the base of my dick so I would not spill any, I turned her around as I stood in front of her leaning her head against the wall while I fucked her face. I could see that she was playing with herself, and I let go of my dick. She swallowed all of it without spilling a drop. I could see her smiling through each thrust that I continued to give.
She had told me in an email long ago that she had a stripper-rape fantasy, I would find out later in the night that I had it backwards, she wanted to do it to me. We went out later to a real strip club a few blocks from our hotel, and I let her do it to me after a few drinks and shared dances there.
Without saying a word she stood up, walked into the bathroom and started up the shower and cleaned herself off. I had less than an hour to get to my meeting and I stepped into the shower next to her and washed myself off alongside her, our bodies touching briefly. I was ready to go again, but there wasn't enough time, and both of us knew it. She told me that she had some shopping to do, and she was dressed and out the door before I could even find my clothes. I made it to my meeting on time, but my mind kept going back to my wake up call this morning, the way she went from being playfully childish to emotionless and mechanical in her duties. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.
After my business was done I looked at my phone on my way to the car. She had sent me my instructions for the rest of the morning, call her when I'm ready to leave, two bottles of white wine, and wait for her to call me in the hotel lobby. I followed her orders to the letter. She called and told me it was ok to meet her in the room. The elevator ride up took forever, and I could almost feel her as I stood there alone waiting for my floor.
I walked to my door and slid my card in peeking into the room. It was almost dark, I could see the flicker of candles as I walked in. A quick glance around the room and I could see that she was busy. Almost every surface that could hold a candle had one. There was a new table in the center of the room that had not been there earlier, along with two chairs, and a late lunch from the hotel resaturant was ready for us. I sat down at the table as she walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing a bright red dress, loose around her chest, her back completely bare, and the cut of the neck fell almost down to her belly button, the skirt part of the dress was tight and ended halfway down her thighs, her shoes started just bellow her knees with red straps that wrapped each leg down to her ankles, with two red heels to match. I was awe struck with all she had done. Our meal passed by too slow, but the conversation was good.
After we ate she sat me on the couch and started a cd player that was hidden behind the couch. She straddled me and started to dance to the music, grinding against me and touching me in ways that most men would pay good money for. She had been a stripper in a previous life, and her talent showed. Without hesitation over the course of a few songs she unbuttoned my shirt, and had my pants around my thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her naked ass to me, her top had slid to each side exposing her breasts. Each time she rubbed her pussy over my hard cock I could feel the moisture that had gathered there.
She danced for me until I grabbed her by her hair. I forcefully put her on all fours and dropped my pants and shirt. I squatted down behind her, and rubbed my waiting member against her pussy, pulling her cheeks apart with my hand. Then I stopped right at her hole, just the tip of my dick entering while I barely moved in and out. She started to beg me to fuck her, but I was enjoying making her wait. When i decided she had enough, I entered as hard as I could, again and again, my stomach slapping against her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. Within a few minutes she was almost at the wall and started to climb it with her arms as I followed behind her until she was flat against the wall. I moved her arms to the small of her back holding them both firmly in place while I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I could feel myself starting to throb so I pulled out grabbing the base of my dick so I would not spill any, I turned her around as I stood in front of her leaning her head against the wall while I fucked her face. I could see that she was playing with herself, and I let go of my dick. She swallowed all of it without spilling a drop. I could see her smiling through each thrust that I continued to give.
She had told me in an email long ago that she had a stripper-rape fantasy, I would find out later in the night that I had it backwards, she wanted to do it to me. We went out later to a real strip club a few blocks from our hotel, and I let her do it to me after a few drinks and shared dances there.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I'm excited to fuck you
When I landed in Texas my first call was to work letting my meeting know that I skipped my previous stop and I am a day early. My second call was to the reason I wanted to be in Texas. She was waiting for me in the lobby bar of the hotel I was going to stay in. Pick up the rental car and a fifteen minute ride into the city, I pull into the hotels parking garage, and make a B-line for the bar.
She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.
I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".
The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.
In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.
The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.
I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.
I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.
Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.
She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.
She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.
MORE TO COME
She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.
I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".
The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.
In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.
The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.
I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.
I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.
Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.
She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.
She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.
MORE TO COME
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The History of Esse
I actually wrote this early this morning right before my flight. In fact I nearly missed my flight because I lost track of time. I did in fact arrive at the gate as they were loading my flight. My current companion for this portion of the trip is out looking to buy a bottle of lube, apparently we already used one small tube, some good stories to cum about this trip.
Esse and I go way back. I met her way back in somewhere around 1991. My family moved to the other side of the neighborhood, leaving me far enough from my friends that I would not be able to see them on a regular basis. Esse was the girl next door (more like down the street and around the corner). I saw her outside rollerskating and after i was able to work up the nerve, I went out to go rollerskating with her. Looking back at the time we met, neither of can really agree when or how we actually met, this is just my recollection of this major event in my life.
The courtship
After a few months of being friends at the tender age of 11, my hormones started to kick in. I was in love. One summer day we were together, I grabbed her by the hand, and professed my love. She didn't reject me! We "dated", or rather we continued the friendship we had already established, with slightly more hand holding. This was the greatest time in this young mans life. I had a girlfriend who I loved, and she loved me too. What more could I ask for?
The kiss
The first kiss of every child is memorable, and mine is definately engrained in my mind. We went to the local park, and found a tree that was well suited to climb into. Sitting on that branch I had it in my mind to actually kiss her. I was going to kiss her. I was completely nervous, and I told her to hold her hands out and close her eyes so i could give her a present. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and put my tounge right in her nose. We did kiss that day, and it was great.
The breakup
Some more time went by and we continued to kiss and hold hands, and do all the cutesy things that children do at that age. Then she found out I was cheating on her. I hadn't really but someone told her I was spotted holding hands with another girl. She dumped chocolate milk in my hair and didn't talk to me for a few months.
The reconciliation
I was dating a friend of hers, the year was 1994. We had reconciled already, and our friendship was blossoming. My relationship with our mutual friend was on the rocks. I didn't really care for my girlfriend, and was only with her to keep another friend happy. Esse had a boyfriend too, and one day we decided to break into the apartment my family had just moved out of to drink. The four of us drank our way into stupidity in my old and completely empty apartment. Her boyfriend and my girlfriend somehow paired up and went into one of the bedrooms to be alone, which left us alone. And we did what any normal, drunk, horney teens would do in an empty house. He went into a bed room closed the door, and fondled each other into happiness, eventually leaving a little bit of me on the carpet.
Through the years
We continued this game of meeting up and fooling around for the next few years. There is one time that does stand out in my mind. She had invited me over to her house one night for a late night romp. I snuck in through her window trying to be as quiet as I could so I would not alert her parents. We eventually wound up naked on her bed, and we were loud enough to wake the dead. Then her mom knocked on the door. I juped for the closet to hide, leaving my clothes on the floor. She opened the door for her mother, and did her best to keep her mother from entering our current love nest. Esse did manage to hide my clothes under her bed, and after a few minutes her mother did leave, giving me a chance to make my escape. While I was getting my clothes together her mother opened the door again, and I was barely able to hide behind her bed. After her mother talked for what seemed to me in my nakedness to be an eternity, she finally left giving me a chance to leave. I had barely opened the window, when I saw her mother behind me in the reflection of the glass. I didn't hesitate, and just rolled out the window, completely nude, onto the hard concrete bellow. I didn't know what else to do except run. I didn't look back. I didn't stop. I just ran as fast as I could, I ran like my name was Forest Gump. Now realize that I grew up in New York City, so the route to my home was through some fairly populated areas, even in the middle of the night. I did get home, and I covered myself as best as I could with my one hand, but a naked 16 year old boy running through the street will attract some level of attention. I didn't talk to her for a little while after that, not for lack of trying, I just never saw her, she was stuck in the house against her will.
Today, tomorrow and beyond
We are still great friends, and I do love her, but we will never be together again. The relationship that we have today is one of mutual respect and friendship. We talk, openly. I tell her almost everything, and she does the same. She prefers married older men, and she always has some kind of drama in her life. We talk a few times a week, and go out to dinner or lunch on a regular basis. She has been my excuse for my infidelity on more than one occasion,and she fully understands what she needs to say and do. I have never actually slept with her either, nor do I ever think I will. we have had the chance many times over the years, but for some reason it just never happened. Both of us have expressed the interest in actually living out that one missing part of our friendship, but where would that leave us? Where we are now is comfortable, and we are both happy being apart.
Esse and I go way back. I met her way back in somewhere around 1991. My family moved to the other side of the neighborhood, leaving me far enough from my friends that I would not be able to see them on a regular basis. Esse was the girl next door (more like down the street and around the corner). I saw her outside rollerskating and after i was able to work up the nerve, I went out to go rollerskating with her. Looking back at the time we met, neither of can really agree when or how we actually met, this is just my recollection of this major event in my life.
The courtship
After a few months of being friends at the tender age of 11, my hormones started to kick in. I was in love. One summer day we were together, I grabbed her by the hand, and professed my love. She didn't reject me! We "dated", or rather we continued the friendship we had already established, with slightly more hand holding. This was the greatest time in this young mans life. I had a girlfriend who I loved, and she loved me too. What more could I ask for?
The kiss
The first kiss of every child is memorable, and mine is definately engrained in my mind. We went to the local park, and found a tree that was well suited to climb into. Sitting on that branch I had it in my mind to actually kiss her. I was going to kiss her. I was completely nervous, and I told her to hold her hands out and close her eyes so i could give her a present. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and put my tounge right in her nose. We did kiss that day, and it was great.
The breakup
Some more time went by and we continued to kiss and hold hands, and do all the cutesy things that children do at that age. Then she found out I was cheating on her. I hadn't really but someone told her I was spotted holding hands with another girl. She dumped chocolate milk in my hair and didn't talk to me for a few months.
The reconciliation
I was dating a friend of hers, the year was 1994. We had reconciled already, and our friendship was blossoming. My relationship with our mutual friend was on the rocks. I didn't really care for my girlfriend, and was only with her to keep another friend happy. Esse had a boyfriend too, and one day we decided to break into the apartment my family had just moved out of to drink. The four of us drank our way into stupidity in my old and completely empty apartment. Her boyfriend and my girlfriend somehow paired up and went into one of the bedrooms to be alone, which left us alone. And we did what any normal, drunk, horney teens would do in an empty house. He went into a bed room closed the door, and fondled each other into happiness, eventually leaving a little bit of me on the carpet.
Through the years
We continued this game of meeting up and fooling around for the next few years. There is one time that does stand out in my mind. She had invited me over to her house one night for a late night romp. I snuck in through her window trying to be as quiet as I could so I would not alert her parents. We eventually wound up naked on her bed, and we were loud enough to wake the dead. Then her mom knocked on the door. I juped for the closet to hide, leaving my clothes on the floor. She opened the door for her mother, and did her best to keep her mother from entering our current love nest. Esse did manage to hide my clothes under her bed, and after a few minutes her mother did leave, giving me a chance to make my escape. While I was getting my clothes together her mother opened the door again, and I was barely able to hide behind her bed. After her mother talked for what seemed to me in my nakedness to be an eternity, she finally left giving me a chance to leave. I had barely opened the window, when I saw her mother behind me in the reflection of the glass. I didn't hesitate, and just rolled out the window, completely nude, onto the hard concrete bellow. I didn't know what else to do except run. I didn't look back. I didn't stop. I just ran as fast as I could, I ran like my name was Forest Gump. Now realize that I grew up in New York City, so the route to my home was through some fairly populated areas, even in the middle of the night. I did get home, and I covered myself as best as I could with my one hand, but a naked 16 year old boy running through the street will attract some level of attention. I didn't talk to her for a little while after that, not for lack of trying, I just never saw her, she was stuck in the house against her will.
Today, tomorrow and beyond
We are still great friends, and I do love her, but we will never be together again. The relationship that we have today is one of mutual respect and friendship. We talk, openly. I tell her almost everything, and she does the same. She prefers married older men, and she always has some kind of drama in her life. We talk a few times a week, and go out to dinner or lunch on a regular basis. She has been my excuse for my infidelity on more than one occasion,and she fully understands what she needs to say and do. I have never actually slept with her either, nor do I ever think I will. we have had the chance many times over the years, but for some reason it just never happened. Both of us have expressed the interest in actually living out that one missing part of our friendship, but where would that leave us? Where we are now is comfortable, and we are both happy being apart.
Good morning!
If you don't get the joke, just have a good look at the length, and girth of the monument.
Monday, November 3, 2008
TMI Tuesday #159
1. Have you ever had a moving violation? An auto accident? That was your fault?
Yes, yes and yes.
My first was a speeding ticket within a week of getting my liscense, 28 in a 25. That police officer must have had a bad day, because three miles per hour is most definately an accident, not intentional, and completely within reason that I actually had no intent to speed. A few months ago I was on my bike heading out to meet with some friends. I almost missed an exit, and wound up cutting across a solid white dividing line, onto an off ramp, which I took at a slightly higher than legal speed. The problem was that I did it right in front of the local highway patrol. I recieved two tickets for that, one for illegal lane change, and one for speeding (59 in a 25). I was able to go to court and talk both of those down to non-moving violation tickets and I paid the slightly higher fee that went along with it.
My first accident was my stupidity. I was speeding on a dirt road in Georgia, just north of Atlanta. I am sure that my excessive speed had something to do with me spinning out while going around a corner. I would have been alright had there not been a tree on the side of the road. My most recent accident was not my fault. I was driving in the middle of the night, at the speed limit on a major road. Out of the dark an eye appeared, and I hit it. It turned out to be a deer, which destroyed my windshield, but he was alright, he just stood up and walked away.
It's always my fault, even when it is not. I have decided not to argue and just accept that I am wrong. This goes for everything else too.
2. Have you ever voted? How old was your were you the first time you voted?
I was 20, and I voted for Al Gore.
3. Are you glad this election cycle is over?
Yes. I do enjoy politics, but right now I am just plain sick of it. The two major political parties have become very good at figuring out what they need to say to win the votes of 51% of the population in each of the "swing states". I personally don't believe that either one of them are out to destroy the country, but I don't believe a word either of them has said.
4. Do you have guilty pleasure? What is it (or are they)?
Do I really need to answer this? Do people count?
5. What is the most embarrassing thing you have done recently?
The only thing I can think of is about a month ago. I parked my bike on the shoulder of a road, put the kickstand down and got off. Except the bike fell over, I hadn't fully lowered the kickstand and it popped back up when I leaned the bike on it. There was nobody around but I lifted the bike upright as fast as I could before anyone could see.
Bonus: How much impact has the Wall Street and general economic wilt had on you?
Business is great, I am busier than ever, and my employment is currently very secure.
Yes, yes and yes.
My first was a speeding ticket within a week of getting my liscense, 28 in a 25. That police officer must have had a bad day, because three miles per hour is most definately an accident, not intentional, and completely within reason that I actually had no intent to speed. A few months ago I was on my bike heading out to meet with some friends. I almost missed an exit, and wound up cutting across a solid white dividing line, onto an off ramp, which I took at a slightly higher than legal speed. The problem was that I did it right in front of the local highway patrol. I recieved two tickets for that, one for illegal lane change, and one for speeding (59 in a 25). I was able to go to court and talk both of those down to non-moving violation tickets and I paid the slightly higher fee that went along with it.
My first accident was my stupidity. I was speeding on a dirt road in Georgia, just north of Atlanta. I am sure that my excessive speed had something to do with me spinning out while going around a corner. I would have been alright had there not been a tree on the side of the road. My most recent accident was not my fault. I was driving in the middle of the night, at the speed limit on a major road. Out of the dark an eye appeared, and I hit it. It turned out to be a deer, which destroyed my windshield, but he was alright, he just stood up and walked away.
It's always my fault, even when it is not. I have decided not to argue and just accept that I am wrong. This goes for everything else too.
2. Have you ever voted? How old was your were you the first time you voted?
I was 20, and I voted for Al Gore.
3. Are you glad this election cycle is over?
Yes. I do enjoy politics, but right now I am just plain sick of it. The two major political parties have become very good at figuring out what they need to say to win the votes of 51% of the population in each of the "swing states". I personally don't believe that either one of them are out to destroy the country, but I don't believe a word either of them has said.
4. Do you have guilty pleasure? What is it (or are they)?
Do I really need to answer this? Do people count?
5. What is the most embarrassing thing you have done recently?
The only thing I can think of is about a month ago. I parked my bike on the shoulder of a road, put the kickstand down and got off. Except the bike fell over, I hadn't fully lowered the kickstand and it popped back up when I leaned the bike on it. There was nobody around but I lifted the bike upright as fast as I could before anyone could see.
Bonus: How much impact has the Wall Street and general economic wilt had on you?
Business is great, I am busier than ever, and my employment is currently very secure.
What are you doing tommorrow?
Tomorrow, November 4th, election day. Where will you be?
Vote, vote often, vote with knowledge, and vote with your conscious. This election seems to be one of the more important elections in recent history. With wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, plus our Soldiers are stationed in almost every country around the world, and through out American history they have fought and died so that you have the right to go and give your opinion on teh future of your government.
I don't care if you vote for Obama or McCain. Go and pick one, pick teh one who you think will do the best job, who will improve your quality of life and the lives of all Americans.
I voted a few weeks ago, by absentee ballot. Who did I vote for? Bob Barr, he seems like the best candidate to me.
Where will you be on November 4th?
Vote, vote often, vote with knowledge, and vote with your conscious. This election seems to be one of the more important elections in recent history. With wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, plus our Soldiers are stationed in almost every country around the world, and through out American history they have fought and died so that you have the right to go and give your opinion on teh future of your government.
I don't care if you vote for Obama or McCain. Go and pick one, pick teh one who you think will do the best job, who will improve your quality of life and the lives of all Americans.
I voted a few weeks ago, by absentee ballot. Who did I vote for? Bob Barr, he seems like the best candidate to me.
Where will you be on November 4th?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
On being a tourist
I really do love to travel. I enjoy exploring, seeing new sights, smelling new smells, and enjoying the company of strange people.
Last night it was a local dive bar in downtown San Fransisco. This particular bar is geared toward a very small crowd. The music was provided by a local punk band, which I'm sure was very good, but not exactly my cup of tea. I didn't go for the music, I went to meet some people who I have only talked to online. All involved drank their share of beer, and told their share of tall tales. Long after my bed time I finally left and made the drive back to my hotel.
Today I had to stay in and be professional during the day. After what can probably be considered the most boring day-long meeting in history I took a drive down the coast. After I had decided that I was lost enough for one day I plugged my hotel into the GPS and started to make my way. One of the features I love about my GPS is that I can tell it to avoid highways, which usually takes me to some interesting places, and tonight was no exception. I followed some of the smallest roads I could find through the mountains, into the woods, before I could realize exactly where I was I found myself parked in front of the biggest tree (Redwood) I had ever seen.
More twisty back roads and almost an hour later I was parked ready to retire for the night. My room is more than comfortable, and it could easily pass as a very nice apartment in many cities. I usually try to stay in nicer hotels, sometimes I am successful, sometimes not. This time I was.
Last night it was a local dive bar in downtown San Fransisco. This particular bar is geared toward a very small crowd. The music was provided by a local punk band, which I'm sure was very good, but not exactly my cup of tea. I didn't go for the music, I went to meet some people who I have only talked to online. All involved drank their share of beer, and told their share of tall tales. Long after my bed time I finally left and made the drive back to my hotel.
Today I had to stay in and be professional during the day. After what can probably be considered the most boring day-long meeting in history I took a drive down the coast. After I had decided that I was lost enough for one day I plugged my hotel into the GPS and started to make my way. One of the features I love about my GPS is that I can tell it to avoid highways, which usually takes me to some interesting places, and tonight was no exception. I followed some of the smallest roads I could find through the mountains, into the woods, before I could realize exactly where I was I found myself parked in front of the biggest tree (Redwood) I had ever seen.
More twisty back roads and almost an hour later I was parked ready to retire for the night. My room is more than comfortable, and it could easily pass as a very nice apartment in many cities. I usually try to stay in nicer hotels, sometimes I am successful, sometimes not. This time I was.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
For Want of a Fax Machine
Right now I am stuck in the airport waiting for a flight that doesn't exist. Somehow my original flight was cancelled. So when I arrived at me layover point I was automatically booked on another flight which was cancelled. Then somehow my flight that I was originally on is not paid for in the American Airlines system. So now I am emailing my travel authorization documents (which I was able to take a cell phone picture of) to my travel agent. Some days I wish I could carry a fax machine in my pocket. The first picture of my document was too fuzzy for them to read so I had to take four pictures of the document and assemble them together to form one document. Of course as soon as I am able to send a clear document their email goes down.
For want of a fax machine...
For want of a fax machine...
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