Perhaps you heard about this young lady who likes to exhibit her body in public places?
I'm thinking she can come down down here to Raleigh-Durham and show off whenever... ;-) I'm all in favor of free speech, afterall...
Wednesday, December 31
Pelvic Power Lifting...
Too funny... if you try this at home, I recommend wearing a "rain coat." The consequences of not can be, er, life changing...
Tuesday, December 30
Some chance the Tarot Reader was wrong?
The eve before New Year's eve, and I haven't heard back from Julie. I must be getting antzy, thinking there might be something and checking my email and wondering if, oh if, there might be mail from her.
Is it wrong for me to want that so bad?
I'm visiting with my parents; arrived here on Sunday. Told them of the situation that night. They were, er, taken aback, to say the least. No heart attacks. No calls of outrage. Sure, a little shock. Some concern. Support. About what I would expect.
'Course, I didn't tell them about the Tarot Reader and my hopes for Julie. Hey, Mom, Dad. I got a woman pregnant. Gonna be a dad again. Yeh, you haven't met her, but don't worry; she's only the mother. I have the hots for another woman, one whom I haven't knocked up. Hoping to hook up with her and bump uglies 'til the cows come home.
Sure, I can see that... :-)
Right now, however, I'm wondering if the Tarot Reader was off... was "J" really looking for me in that way?
Is it wrong for me to want that so bad?
I'm visiting with my parents; arrived here on Sunday. Told them of the situation that night. They were, er, taken aback, to say the least. No heart attacks. No calls of outrage. Sure, a little shock. Some concern. Support. About what I would expect.
'Course, I didn't tell them about the Tarot Reader and my hopes for Julie. Hey, Mom, Dad. I got a woman pregnant. Gonna be a dad again. Yeh, you haven't met her, but don't worry; she's only the mother. I have the hots for another woman, one whom I haven't knocked up. Hoping to hook up with her and bump uglies 'til the cows come home.
Sure, I can see that... :-)
Right now, however, I'm wondering if the Tarot Reader was off... was "J" really looking for me in that way?
Friday, December 26
Gonna be apart for a week...
Jane left to go home & spend time with her mother and family... She left today, after spending the night with me. I wasn't in the mood for anything other than sleep. I think I've been thinking too much about "J." We got into a couple of arguements (we do that so well) and then I fell asleep as she was talking to me.
I awoke later, Jane's hand on my hardness. Next thing I knew she was sliding along the length, her slit wet, contact the length of her wetness. Then she sat up and slid me inside of me, rocking back and forth as I came awake. She came, a thoundering climax, crying out I thought the neighbors would be disturbed. Jane then slid off, turned over, and told me to take her from behind. I slapped her ass a couple of times, making it hot, and then plowed into her, making the bed shake all over again.
Guess I wasn't too concerned about "J," was I?
I awoke later, Jane's hand on my hardness. Next thing I knew she was sliding along the length, her slit wet, contact the length of her wetness. Then she sat up and slid me inside of me, rocking back and forth as I came awake. She came, a thoundering climax, crying out I thought the neighbors would be disturbed. Jane then slid off, turned over, and told me to take her from behind. I slapped her ass a couple of times, making it hot, and then plowed into her, making the bed shake all over again.
Guess I wasn't too concerned about "J," was I?
A letter in reply...
I decided to write to Julie, asap, no time to waste. If indeed she is the one, who am I to screw it up? I've screwed up enough in my life, lost enough, not followed through enough... I've known Julie for more than a decade -- from another life. We've hung out whenever I make it to Richmond. I've wanted to jump her bones, but, for a variety of reasons, it's never happened. Let's just say there's a story there, and the NESF might get some of it in the weeks and months to come, assuming the tarot reader is on to something.
Which reminds me, should I get back in touch with the Windy City tarot reader and see if she'll read my cards from a thousand plus miles away?
Dearest Julie,
Greetings… Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all that other “stuff.”
First, I apologize for the typing; I’m working today and thought typing vice writing by hand might be easier. And, since I’m multi-tasking with my focus spread over a dozen things (TV blaring, phone ringing, production down, minor personnel issues, people not showing up, etc) this missive will be a little disjointed, I’m sure. And, I apologize for sending this to you via email vice snail mail. Email doesn’t have the same level of intimacy that a handwritten, snail mail note has. Email does have speed, however, and I’m anxious to reply. So, this is what you get…
I was so glad to get your Christmas note. It brought a smile to my otherwise grumpy face. I was a little confused reading your note, however. You noted that 2003 “has been challenging personally, it has been rich and rewarding personally.” I’m guessing one of those is actually professionally… so, dear, which is it? Personally challenging or professionally challenging? Professionally rich & rewarding or personally rich & rewarding? You’ve got me wondering. Which is it?
Specific questions: Have you moved? (Your return address is different from what I have in my Palm.) What’s up with Donald? Is he still around? (You are usually all bubbly about him; there’s not a word of him in your card.) Are you still with BALO? (I see you’re still listed on the BGA website, but who knows if it’s current.)
As to my 2003… well, Julie, you’ll never believe how my year has been. I’m hoping for something a little more, er, sedate in 2004. This past year has been one of the most interesting years of my life: pushing the envelope and trying new things and turning all topsy turvy.
I think I last saw you sometime in May… well, er, things have change a little bit since then. I’m going to be a father again. Yeh, that’s right. A little bit of unplanned reality hitting home.
You may be wondering how? Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the specifics of how (you do know how it happens, don’t you?). Here’s the short version: last December I started casually seeing someone; her name is Jane. We stopped seeing each other and then got back together; a routine. We both knew it wasn’t to be anything permanent. I went away in August with the boys on vacation and had decided I was going to end it, outright, when I got back.
We’d conceived two days before I left on vacation.
Long story, but the A’s weren’t viable options (abortion and adoption). I don’t want to marry her, either. I’m not sure how things will ultimately pan out other than I’m going to be a father again and am going to be jointly parenting with another woman.
Guess my practice with Kathleen in the joint parenting realm will help. Jane and Kathleen aren't really similar, although they do have some things in common... like their birthday; Jane is exactly, to the day, a decade younger than Kath. I'll let you figure it out... ;-)
Needless to say, this isn’t exactly how I thought things would go. Not that I had discounted the notion of having more children; I’d just thought it would be with a woman I loved, someone I wanted to spend my entire life with. I know, a romantic notion, but I am a romantic at heart. I guess things will be a little different… perhaps I’ll still meet the woman of my dreams; I’ll just have a little more baggage.
Course, maybe I've already met the woman of my dreams…
Earlier this month, I was in Chicago… two weeks… Ever been to Chicago? Nice town, if you’re into cold winds and gray skies. I stayed at the Parkton Inn; good digs. The hotel is located between an Indian restaurant and a hat shop (Hal the Hatter). The other local establishment was a tarot reader.
I have to admit, I had my cards read. I'll not go into the details – who wants to be bored with someone else’s reading – but suffice it to say she said I would meet the woman of my dreams (actually, she said I’d already met her). Some day I’ll have to tell you the whole story. I do hope to get the chance.
So, in the mean time, here I sit.
Professionally, things click along smoothly; no changes. This fall I finished the specialized graduate certificate in management; in the spring I finish the master’s degree. The job runs along. That doesn’t mean I’m challenged, however. That’s the one thing about the job: I’m not challenged. I go into work and realize I could do the job sleeping; there’s nothing to it. So, I go in and work and travel, and it’s pretty much all rote. I’m not stretched. I’m not challenged. I’m not really growing.
I guess in some respects that’s okay, with the baby on the way and all that. I mean, who needs to be challenged at work when the home life is in total disarray, huh?
Not that life at home is in total shambles, mind you. Sure, the house is a wreck (I need someone to keep me straightened up), but the boys are growing & learning & healthy & doing well. Drew is in the 6th grade this year; he’s at the magnet program at the local middle school. He’s doing well. He has all the usual middle school stuff going on, but overall, I’m pleased. Ralph is in the 4th grade; he, too, is doing well. They’re both bright and fairly well adjusted. But then, what would you expect, right?
Tell me about the picture on your card? Have you thought of going into business selling cards? I liked it...
I received an email from Sarah yesterday. First time I’d heard from her since I wrote back in the spring/summer. Twins! Amazing. What do you thing? Will this be the beginning of many children? Or do you think she’ll call it quits after two? I must admit I’m always amazed at life and what happens (yeh, I know, my own life out to be testament to that). I wish her much health & happiness & fulfillment. She’s more likely to get those than rest & sleep in the next year or two… ;-)
And, I’m not sure how much sleep I’m going to get in the next year or two, either. I don’t know how obvious it is in this short letter, but I’m still not really accepting of my situation; likely not to be really in touch until the rug rat shows up in May. Did I mention it’s a boy? At least that’s what the doc said from the ultrasound. I don’t know; it’s all voodoo magic to me. But, we’re gearing up for a boy. I’m also trying to get a picture of what life is going to look in the next couple of years. For Jane… well, this is one of our differences: she doesn’t really look ahead. Planning, determining the future, is not something she does naturally.
Me, on the other hand… well, perhaps I spend too much time in the future instead of the present. The notion of mindfulness is not my strength. I’m still working on it; sometimes I find it real difficult. I want to jump forward or pay attention to the past. Focusing on the present, however, is less stressful and provides greater true happiness. Or so I've found when I can focus on the present and not the past or the future.
Speaking of the future, however, I’d love to see you in 2004, the sooner the better. Alas, I don’t know when I’ll be getting up to Richmond; I’ll have to create some situation which draws me up so we can meet up and spend some time together. I will try for late January or early February. What’s your calendar look like? Will you be able to spare some time for an old man? Can you help me be mindful and focus on the present?
Say "hi" to Jay and whomever else you chat with. And, of course, if you start to gossip, feel free to pass on my news. Although, I'm sure no one will give a hoot. ;-)
Enough rambling. I hope to hear from you soon… Best wishes for a great 2004…
Always,
~~ Simon
Which reminds me, should I get back in touch with the Windy City tarot reader and see if she'll read my cards from a thousand plus miles away?
Dearest Julie,
Greetings… Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all that other “stuff.”
First, I apologize for the typing; I’m working today and thought typing vice writing by hand might be easier. And, since I’m multi-tasking with my focus spread over a dozen things (TV blaring, phone ringing, production down, minor personnel issues, people not showing up, etc) this missive will be a little disjointed, I’m sure. And, I apologize for sending this to you via email vice snail mail. Email doesn’t have the same level of intimacy that a handwritten, snail mail note has. Email does have speed, however, and I’m anxious to reply. So, this is what you get…
I was so glad to get your Christmas note. It brought a smile to my otherwise grumpy face. I was a little confused reading your note, however. You noted that 2003 “has been challenging personally, it has been rich and rewarding personally.” I’m guessing one of those is actually professionally… so, dear, which is it? Personally challenging or professionally challenging? Professionally rich & rewarding or personally rich & rewarding? You’ve got me wondering. Which is it?
Specific questions: Have you moved? (Your return address is different from what I have in my Palm.) What’s up with Donald? Is he still around? (You are usually all bubbly about him; there’s not a word of him in your card.) Are you still with BALO? (I see you’re still listed on the BGA website, but who knows if it’s current.)
As to my 2003… well, Julie, you’ll never believe how my year has been. I’m hoping for something a little more, er, sedate in 2004. This past year has been one of the most interesting years of my life: pushing the envelope and trying new things and turning all topsy turvy.
I think I last saw you sometime in May… well, er, things have change a little bit since then. I’m going to be a father again. Yeh, that’s right. A little bit of unplanned reality hitting home.
You may be wondering how? Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the specifics of how (you do know how it happens, don’t you?). Here’s the short version: last December I started casually seeing someone; her name is Jane. We stopped seeing each other and then got back together; a routine. We both knew it wasn’t to be anything permanent. I went away in August with the boys on vacation and had decided I was going to end it, outright, when I got back.
We’d conceived two days before I left on vacation.
Long story, but the A’s weren’t viable options (abortion and adoption). I don’t want to marry her, either. I’m not sure how things will ultimately pan out other than I’m going to be a father again and am going to be jointly parenting with another woman.
Guess my practice with Kathleen in the joint parenting realm will help. Jane and Kathleen aren't really similar, although they do have some things in common... like their birthday; Jane is exactly, to the day, a decade younger than Kath. I'll let you figure it out... ;-)
Needless to say, this isn’t exactly how I thought things would go. Not that I had discounted the notion of having more children; I’d just thought it would be with a woman I loved, someone I wanted to spend my entire life with. I know, a romantic notion, but I am a romantic at heart. I guess things will be a little different… perhaps I’ll still meet the woman of my dreams; I’ll just have a little more baggage.
Course, maybe I've already met the woman of my dreams…
Earlier this month, I was in Chicago… two weeks… Ever been to Chicago? Nice town, if you’re into cold winds and gray skies. I stayed at the Parkton Inn; good digs. The hotel is located between an Indian restaurant and a hat shop (Hal the Hatter). The other local establishment was a tarot reader.
I have to admit, I had my cards read. I'll not go into the details – who wants to be bored with someone else’s reading – but suffice it to say she said I would meet the woman of my dreams (actually, she said I’d already met her). Some day I’ll have to tell you the whole story. I do hope to get the chance.
So, in the mean time, here I sit.
Professionally, things click along smoothly; no changes. This fall I finished the specialized graduate certificate in management; in the spring I finish the master’s degree. The job runs along. That doesn’t mean I’m challenged, however. That’s the one thing about the job: I’m not challenged. I go into work and realize I could do the job sleeping; there’s nothing to it. So, I go in and work and travel, and it’s pretty much all rote. I’m not stretched. I’m not challenged. I’m not really growing.
I guess in some respects that’s okay, with the baby on the way and all that. I mean, who needs to be challenged at work when the home life is in total disarray, huh?
Not that life at home is in total shambles, mind you. Sure, the house is a wreck (I need someone to keep me straightened up), but the boys are growing & learning & healthy & doing well. Drew is in the 6th grade this year; he’s at the magnet program at the local middle school. He’s doing well. He has all the usual middle school stuff going on, but overall, I’m pleased. Ralph is in the 4th grade; he, too, is doing well. They’re both bright and fairly well adjusted. But then, what would you expect, right?
Tell me about the picture on your card? Have you thought of going into business selling cards? I liked it...
I received an email from Sarah yesterday. First time I’d heard from her since I wrote back in the spring/summer. Twins! Amazing. What do you thing? Will this be the beginning of many children? Or do you think she’ll call it quits after two? I must admit I’m always amazed at life and what happens (yeh, I know, my own life out to be testament to that). I wish her much health & happiness & fulfillment. She’s more likely to get those than rest & sleep in the next year or two… ;-)
And, I’m not sure how much sleep I’m going to get in the next year or two, either. I don’t know how obvious it is in this short letter, but I’m still not really accepting of my situation; likely not to be really in touch until the rug rat shows up in May. Did I mention it’s a boy? At least that’s what the doc said from the ultrasound. I don’t know; it’s all voodoo magic to me. But, we’re gearing up for a boy. I’m also trying to get a picture of what life is going to look in the next couple of years. For Jane… well, this is one of our differences: she doesn’t really look ahead. Planning, determining the future, is not something she does naturally.
Me, on the other hand… well, perhaps I spend too much time in the future instead of the present. The notion of mindfulness is not my strength. I’m still working on it; sometimes I find it real difficult. I want to jump forward or pay attention to the past. Focusing on the present, however, is less stressful and provides greater true happiness. Or so I've found when I can focus on the present and not the past or the future.
Speaking of the future, however, I’d love to see you in 2004, the sooner the better. Alas, I don’t know when I’ll be getting up to Richmond; I’ll have to create some situation which draws me up so we can meet up and spend some time together. I will try for late January or early February. What’s your calendar look like? Will you be able to spare some time for an old man? Can you help me be mindful and focus on the present?
Say "hi" to Jay and whomever else you chat with. And, of course, if you start to gossip, feel free to pass on my news. Although, I'm sure no one will give a hoot. ;-)
Enough rambling. I hope to hear from you soon… Best wishes for a great 2004…
Always,
~~ Simon
Thursday, December 25
Received Christmas Eve...
Yesterday the following note landed in my mailbox... from an old friend, Julie... Yes, her name starts with a "J"!
Dear Peter,
Just wanted to send you a note to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I hope you have had an excellent 2003. Although mine has been challenging personally, it has been very rich and rewarding personally, and I am looking forward to more of the latter in 2004. I also hope you'll make it to Richmond in 2004 so we can meet up.
Best wishes, Julie
Okay, so, I'm thinking one line about personally and personally should be professionally and personally... I'm just wondering which has been going well and which hasn't been going well. Has she dumped her boyfriend and is now available? Are we going to take our more-than-a-decade-long friendship and make it a different sort of friendship?
Dear Peter,
Just wanted to send you a note to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I hope you have had an excellent 2003. Although mine has been challenging personally, it has been very rich and rewarding personally, and I am looking forward to more of the latter in 2004. I also hope you'll make it to Richmond in 2004 so we can meet up.
Best wishes, Julie
Okay, so, I'm thinking one line about personally and personally should be professionally and personally... I'm just wondering which has been going well and which hasn't been going well. Has she dumped her boyfriend and is now available? Are we going to take our more-than-a-decade-long friendship and make it a different sort of friendship?
Tuesday, December 23
What would'a happened had I become a shrink?
Today I spent several hours hanging out in a shrink's office -- long story, but it didn't involve me or anyone close to me seeing the head shrinker -- and during the visit, I had a revelation...
A while back I thought I wanted to be a psychologist or a counselor or a shrink. Good thing I didn't. I wouldn't have been able to control my urges... attractive, troubled women parading through the office... I'd want to jump their bones, ethics & conscience be damned.
I was working in the back today and came out through the waiting room, and there was a woman at the counter signing in or signing out or paying a bill or something. Worn, flared jeans; her ass shapely, the fabric stretched across like a welcoming beacon: Touch me here! Feel the smooth cotton! Slap my ass, right here! Pinch; nibble; drool!
I'd want what I couldn't have.
She'd walk into my office, and I'd get her to open up, psychologically. I'd peer inside. Perhaps she'd cry, and I'd slide over to hold her shuddering shoulders, and my hand would slide down and caress her thigh, tracing the seam with my index finger, her face buried in the folds of my dress shirt, her warm breath catching me unawares. Soon, we'd be kissing, her pink lips parted, our tongues intertwined, the taste of her sweet saliva driving me mindless, one hand holding her head close to mine, the other rubbing her crotch, the wetness growing. Soon her pants would be down around her ankles, and my fingers would be insider her, slipping in wetness. Then, I'd be on my knees between her legs, spread wide, jeans now fully discarded and panties akimbo, my tongue lapping at her, my hands gripping her fair ass, pulling her toward me, moistness and muskiness enveloping me & becoming my all as my tongue lapping and teasing, eyes closed... I become one with her shuddering, her head thrown back, blonde hair damp with perspiration, a guttural sound escaping her mouth, the heavy office door keeping all secrets.
Yeh, I don't think it would work out for me.
A while back I thought I wanted to be a psychologist or a counselor or a shrink. Good thing I didn't. I wouldn't have been able to control my urges... attractive, troubled women parading through the office... I'd want to jump their bones, ethics & conscience be damned.
I was working in the back today and came out through the waiting room, and there was a woman at the counter signing in or signing out or paying a bill or something. Worn, flared jeans; her ass shapely, the fabric stretched across like a welcoming beacon: Touch me here! Feel the smooth cotton! Slap my ass, right here! Pinch; nibble; drool!
I'd want what I couldn't have.
She'd walk into my office, and I'd get her to open up, psychologically. I'd peer inside. Perhaps she'd cry, and I'd slide over to hold her shuddering shoulders, and my hand would slide down and caress her thigh, tracing the seam with my index finger, her face buried in the folds of my dress shirt, her warm breath catching me unawares. Soon, we'd be kissing, her pink lips parted, our tongues intertwined, the taste of her sweet saliva driving me mindless, one hand holding her head close to mine, the other rubbing her crotch, the wetness growing. Soon her pants would be down around her ankles, and my fingers would be insider her, slipping in wetness. Then, I'd be on my knees between her legs, spread wide, jeans now fully discarded and panties akimbo, my tongue lapping at her, my hands gripping her fair ass, pulling her toward me, moistness and muskiness enveloping me & becoming my all as my tongue lapping and teasing, eyes closed... I become one with her shuddering, her head thrown back, blonde hair damp with perspiration, a guttural sound escaping her mouth, the heavy office door keeping all secrets.
Yeh, I don't think it would work out for me.
Thursday, December 18
Headed home tomorrow...
I'm headed home tomorrow... Yippee!
Jane's gonna pick me up at the airport... we'll head back to my place... I've told her that we'll get inside, and I'll back her up against the door & kiss her hard... I'll push hard against her... then, I'll slip her pants off; walk her over to the couch; lean her over, hands on the cushions; with my bar hand, I'll slap her ass, turning it red as she gets all hot, bothered, wet; she'll push back, anticipating head slap; I'll drop my pants and then press into her, slurpping sounds filling the room...
Jane's gonna pick me up at the airport... we'll head back to my place... I've told her that we'll get inside, and I'll back her up against the door & kiss her hard... I'll push hard against her... then, I'll slip her pants off; walk her over to the couch; lean her over, hands on the cushions; with my bar hand, I'll slap her ass, turning it red as she gets all hot, bothered, wet; she'll push back, anticipating head slap; I'll drop my pants and then press into her, slurpping sounds filling the room...
Wednesday, December 17
Tarot Card Reading
Today in a little side street here in the windy city, I had my cards read. Truth be known, it was the second reading from the same person since I've been here. Last time, the high light was that a woman would be coming into my life; this woman's name would start with "J" and it was not the woman who is currently pregnant with my child.
I went back to see where this woman was? According to Theresa, the cards show this woman fast approaching... everything is aligned; this is my soul mate.
Where? Where? Where? I ask.
I went back to see where this woman was? According to Theresa, the cards show this woman fast approaching... everything is aligned; this is my soul mate.
Where? Where? Where? I ask.
Tuesday, December 16
IM to Jane from Chicago...
I'm gonna bend you over the couch, pull your pants & panties down, spank your ass red, then slip my hardness inside you & then pound until I come and it drips down your legs...
Why the hell do I have to wait another four days?
Why the hell do I have to wait another four days?
Monday, December 15
While the cat's away...
... the mice will play.
In this particular case, the mice are Jane, and Anne, and Sam... they played this past weekend at my house while I'm freezing my ass off in Chicago. I hate the winter, and I'm here braving the wind off the Lake and having my cheeks turn a bright red like Santa's coat, and they're hooking up for an evening of tom-foolery while I'm here working for the Man. The Man certainly likes to make sure I'm giving him his due. Like my time at Plaid or the Plant isn't enough; I put in overtime while I'm on the road. At least the towels are plush...
The report from Jane is that Anne and Sam came over to my place... They hung out in the living room for a bit, socializing, and then Anne went to my bathroom to take a shower... Sam followed... and then they all did a little naked socializing in my bed. Details I'm a bit hazy on (you know, since I wasn't there) but included both women giving Sam a little head together, Anne and Jane French kissing and fingering each other's nether regions, and a little straight up doggy-style sex with Sam pounding away at Anne.
Jane evidently was unable to orgasm; guess Anne and Sam didn't have that problem, but Jane claims it's 'cause they know each other and are in synch with each other. Jane said she's used to me and I'm no work any more; she knows what to. Funny; my I'm-headed-to-the-airport-let's-fuck scrump got her off but left me high and dry. Guess turn-about is fair play, eh?
Well, I'm looking forward to getting home later this week. Perhaps Jane will indulge me and we'll get down and dirty. I think she deserves a good spanking. ;-) Just for the hell of it, you know?
In this particular case, the mice are Jane, and Anne, and Sam... they played this past weekend at my house while I'm freezing my ass off in Chicago. I hate the winter, and I'm here braving the wind off the Lake and having my cheeks turn a bright red like Santa's coat, and they're hooking up for an evening of tom-foolery while I'm here working for the Man. The Man certainly likes to make sure I'm giving him his due. Like my time at Plaid or the Plant isn't enough; I put in overtime while I'm on the road. At least the towels are plush...
The report from Jane is that Anne and Sam came over to my place... They hung out in the living room for a bit, socializing, and then Anne went to my bathroom to take a shower... Sam followed... and then they all did a little naked socializing in my bed. Details I'm a bit hazy on (you know, since I wasn't there) but included both women giving Sam a little head together, Anne and Jane French kissing and fingering each other's nether regions, and a little straight up doggy-style sex with Sam pounding away at Anne.
Jane evidently was unable to orgasm; guess Anne and Sam didn't have that problem, but Jane claims it's 'cause they know each other and are in synch with each other. Jane said she's used to me and I'm no work any more; she knows what to. Funny; my I'm-headed-to-the-airport-let's-fuck scrump got her off but left me high and dry. Guess turn-about is fair play, eh?
Well, I'm looking forward to getting home later this week. Perhaps Jane will indulge me and we'll get down and dirty. I think she deserves a good spanking. ;-) Just for the hell of it, you know?
Thursday, December 11
Away on business...
I'm out of town on business to the Windy City. Damn the wind off the Lake. It gets between the buildings and just seems to take on a life of it's own, turning my cheeks to a frozen granite.
Last night, Jane told me she was going to hook up with Anne and Sam this weekend for a little play action. I can imagine the three of them, playing at it in my bed while I'm here. They're in my bed. Sam is on his back with Anne straddling him, his cock buried in her, while Anne straddles his face, Sam's tongue licking her wetness.
And, damn, I'm going to miss it...
Last night, Jane told me she was going to hook up with Anne and Sam this weekend for a little play action. I can imagine the three of them, playing at it in my bed while I'm here. They're in my bed. Sam is on his back with Anne straddling him, his cock buried in her, while Anne straddles his face, Sam's tongue licking her wetness.
And, damn, I'm going to miss it...
Friday, December 5
Surfing the net... found this...
I was reading Spanking Blog and came to a reference about copyright infringments... the posting is from 28 November... Ever intriqued, I, of course, had to read the orginal post and then surf on over to the rude person's posting... And, now, of course, I'm going to link to her little story cause, first, I want to piss her off... and second, it's a good little read... So, Mary Catherine Whitney and your A Tale of Two Spankings... there you are...
