You'd be amazed at what you can find on the web

I Googled myself, and came upon a post that set me laughing. Deep belly laughs as Jane and Miller and Dee and her three kids minivan up the East Coast headed for home here in Raleigh. The blog is Excess, and Dinkydog (my word, I do hope that's not her given name) wrote:

Amazing news of the day: I think I talked the honey into cruising out to the Club for an afternoon of billiards at some elusive time in the future. How did this come about after his prior adamant refusals, you might ask. Well, glad you did. I was doing my general fucking around on-line yesterday evening, right after updating "ze blog". Now, my general fucking around usually encompasses checking a few other "daily read" blogs for updates, logging into Alt to see what new loser didn't bother reading my profile before sending me a message, and occasionally hitting the "next blog" button at the top of this page. Yesterday's russian roulette of "nexting" brought me to the following blogs...Northern European Sausage Factory, and that of his wife, Jane Says.

Now, just as an aside, Simon Winky sounds like my kinda guy and separately, his wife sounds cool, whiny, but cool. Together, they sound like a match made in one of the lower circles of hell. Not my place to judge at all (and I'm not), but I don't see this one hitting silver anniversaries.

So anyway, Simon mentions a swingers club in his sidebar...

I'm attempting to get my ass out of the academic fire & I'm still at work burning through company paper and toner as I print out reams of journal articles for this damn research class, and, for shits-and-grins, I Googled myself, and when I came to the I don't see this one hitting silver anniversaries my funny bone was somehow struck and burst out laughing. The cleaning woman, Silvia, was across the way and glanced over at me as she emptied a waste basket into her cart; I think she thinks I'm stoned, and I don't just mean right now.

Well, Dinkydog, write me, and I'll tell you all about the Club.

Meanwhile, Jane is some four hours away and just text messaged me. Then I would come home for a little bit of SEX and a nice B.J. Hmm. Guess she'll be primed tonight.

Jane returns tomorrow

Twenty-four hours from now, and Jane will be here. I am both excited (awash with anticipation) and distressed (since whenever I don't provide her 100% attention, she feels put-off & then takes it out on me... and, frankly, I'm concerned about failing the one class I remain deliquent in. I could use the time to continue working rather than "relating."). This is my life, I suppose.

For those of you who are more inclined to play than bitch, may I recommend two sites for your perusal: Blowfish and the Liberator. Enjoy!

Let me get through the term, and Jane & I will be joining you.

My new favorite blog

Things have been slow here in Raleigh. Jane and Miller have gone south to Louisiana to visit Jane's great-grandmother. That's left me here with the two older boys and Jane's baby sister. Yeh, right, baby sister. Twenty-one and screwing like a fucking rabbit.

Here's my new favorite blog: PantiesPantiesPanties. I've always had a thing for Japanese women...

And, to my Boston friend, yes, things have changed, contrary to my post and your mail: we're not sleeping together. Perhaps we ought to roll back the clock?

;-)

That's it for now; sorry there's no detail here: I am less than 10 days from the end of the term and all set-up to fail a research class unless there's a miracle. I'm off to try and create a miracle.

A loyal reader responds

Okay, maybe she's not a loyal reader, and maybe the respondent isn't a woman (but I'm guessing it's not a man, but I'm likely wrong and sexist to boot, eh?), but the following was posted below:

Why did you get married? Sheesh, you write this kind of stuff and your wife is at home watching the baby.

Pathetic. Grow up and realize that "sparkle" in their eyes wouldn't be there if they were married to you. Please.

Okay; to answer:

• Why did I get married? I got married because I love Jane and want to spend my life with her. That we have a son together, well, that might have played into the decision, too.



• As to the sparkle in women's eyes: Jane has a sparkle, too. As does Kathleen, my former spouse. As do many women. Perhaps, dear reader, had you and I married, you'd have lost your sparkle. :-)

Okay, perhaps that was cold. Suffice it to say: Jane and I have been married for a touch over five months. That we have a relationship which has a bit of freakiness in it. That we're two people trying to make it in the world, alone and together.

Had I not been on the road for work, I'd have been home with the baby... And there are evenings when Jane heads out to Osaka's, and I'm left home with Miller.

And, if I sound defensive, I'm sorry. I guess I am.

And, to my two old friends-in-the-flesh who read this blog: nothing much has changed in twenty years, eh?

Again & on the road

On the road again. Arrived here along the shores of one of the Great Lakes yesterday to find that the weather wasn't as spring-like as it is in Raleigh; nope, not a bit.

Arrived at the hotel in darkness, my breath showing in the too cool air. Unpacked in my room to find that Jane had packed me a present: a little something she picked up at one of the recent "toy" parties. I guess she figured that since I hadn't gotten a proper send-off this trip (everyone conspired against us) and last trip found me tossing a few bills down on the rail, she wanted me to stay in.

I guess that's one way: if I can't have the real thing, this is the next best thing.

At the airport, I'd picked up a copy of Penthouse and Penthouse Letters for a little evening reading. Once I'd unpacked, I decided I should do some reading. Soon, I was pretty hard (I dig the letters), and I decided I ought to try the "Super Stretch Beaded" bedroom accessory. I pushed into it and soon was pumping away, the little beads throwing sensations along my ridge. Didn't take long for me to spurt into the accessory, the channel filling with my white spunk.

Yeh, maybe this will keep me from hitting the club circuit. ;-)