And just where, exactly, do women dance topless in the water behind glass? 'Cause wherever it is, I want to go there.
;-)
Monday, June 27
Tuesday, June 21
Alone at the hotel
Why is it that when I travel, I spend so much time on the internet, surfing porn?
Monday, June 20
A little going away scrump
As you can see from the previous post, last night I was looking at pictures. The bad news is that the two best -- the city bench and the beach dune -- don't show up. The URLs are good, I know, but I guess they're hidden behind a wall of some sort. So, you don't get to see them. I am sorry.
Jane checked my blog this morning; as she was clicking through the pics she could view, she said, "Yeh, you don't have a type: long dark hair, long dark hair, long dark hair." I swear, Honey, I was just looking for outdoor pictures of nakkid attractive women. Really. I would'a posted blondes.
So after looking at the pics last night, I climbed into bed at 1:30 or so... way too late, believe you me. The room was wicked cold; I think the a/c is set way to low. Jane was under the comforter and I slid in next to her; she was so warm. It was nice to settle in next to her. I started caressing her, trying to get her worked up. She kept waking up and then falling back asleep. Finally I drifted off myself.
This morning, I woke up to Jane fingering herself; "Wanna do it?" she asked. I wanted her on top; she wanted me on top. I guess we were both feeling lazy. We compromised with scissors, both of us on the bed, her legs spread and one lifted, and me on my side. She was mighty wet, and it felt good being under the comforter, all warm, with my head in the cool air. Like fall, almost. So, we went at it like that for a while, slurping sounds filling the room. Then I just had to take her from behind with my hands on her hips. Turns out it was mighty cold outside the blanket, but I pounded into her as she moaned appreciatively. I came but stayed hard for a good while (you know, maybe 45 seconds or so... just kidding) and then finally collapsed on the bed, snuggled up to Jane. She didn't get off, sadly, but seemed to enjoy the sex nonetheless.
She's headed north now to big up her sister and four kids for a two-week visit; I think she's crazy, especially since she has a mid-term exam on Saturday. Me, I'm headed to the mid-west for a couple of days, helping a supplier with some process improvement issues. On Saturday, I'm thinking of driving up to Norfolk for a peace rally. If you're in the area, perhaps you'd like to join in? I'll do pretty much anything to stay away from all those children... ;-)
Jane checked my blog this morning; as she was clicking through the pics she could view, she said, "Yeh, you don't have a type: long dark hair, long dark hair, long dark hair." I swear, Honey, I was just looking for outdoor pictures of nakkid attractive women. Really. I would'a posted blondes.
So after looking at the pics last night, I climbed into bed at 1:30 or so... way too late, believe you me. The room was wicked cold; I think the a/c is set way to low. Jane was under the comforter and I slid in next to her; she was so warm. It was nice to settle in next to her. I started caressing her, trying to get her worked up. She kept waking up and then falling back asleep. Finally I drifted off myself.
This morning, I woke up to Jane fingering herself; "Wanna do it?" she asked. I wanted her on top; she wanted me on top. I guess we were both feeling lazy. We compromised with scissors, both of us on the bed, her legs spread and one lifted, and me on my side. She was mighty wet, and it felt good being under the comforter, all warm, with my head in the cool air. Like fall, almost. So, we went at it like that for a while, slurping sounds filling the room. Then I just had to take her from behind with my hands on her hips. Turns out it was mighty cold outside the blanket, but I pounded into her as she moaned appreciatively. I came but stayed hard for a good while (you know, maybe 45 seconds or so... just kidding) and then finally collapsed on the bed, snuggled up to Jane. She didn't get off, sadly, but seemed to enjoy the sex nonetheless.
She's headed north now to big up her sister and four kids for a two-week visit; I think she's crazy, especially since she has a mid-term exam on Saturday. Me, I'm headed to the mid-west for a couple of days, helping a supplier with some process improvement issues. On Saturday, I'm thinking of driving up to Norfolk for a peace rally. If you're in the area, perhaps you'd like to join in? I'll do pretty much anything to stay away from all those children... ;-)
I can't decide. Would you help?
I can't decide where to go on vacation. Perhaps you can help me decide.
Should I go to the city? Or the beach? Or perhaps I should just spend time in the woods? Or maybe on the farm? Perhaps I should go for a little run through the park? Or hang out and wait for the train? Or perhaps I should just see what excitement I can drum up in the backyard?
Should I go to the city? Or the beach? Or perhaps I should just spend time in the woods? Or maybe on the farm? Perhaps I should go for a little run through the park? Or hang out and wait for the train? Or perhaps I should just see what excitement I can drum up in the backyard?
Friday, June 17
Jane's not pregnant
Jane's also not talking to me. Well, that's not exactly true. She is now... but...
This past weekend found us at home, alone, on Sunday afternoon. Lilly (Jane's sister... who's living with us... if you're attempting to keep track of the players) took Miller to the park. We'd already taken Drew and Ralph back to their mother's house, so it was just Jane and I at home. Alone. I suggested we have a little afternoon delight.
Jane thought I was kidding.
I went up to the bedroom and climbed into bed, waiting for her. I think I took my pants off and was holding Mr. Winky when she finally came in the room. I think she then realized I hadn't been kidding.
So, we messed around, and then I got a little playful and decided Jane needed to be straightened out a bit. She didn't want me spanking her, so I got some old ties and tied her, spread-eagle, to the bed. Oh, did I mention she'd just changed the sheets -- new sheets she'd just purchased this week. Nice sheets.
I wasn't sure what to do, and then I remembered this penis ice cube thing in the freezer. I went down to get it. Six inches of ice cock. I played a bit with it, stuffing it into Jane, and then decided she needed something more. So I broke out the purple monster...
The damn batteries were dead. Corroded, as a matter of fact. I had to leave Jane, with the ice cock jammed in her, to go downstairs and find batteries. When I came up, I had with me a popsicle, too. So, I started playing with the popsicle, the purple monster, the ice cock, and my own cock.
I'd stick the popsicle in her drenched pussy, pull it in and out, and then, just as she was screaming about the cold, I'd pull it out and slide my stiff cock in her. The sensation of cold hot was just incredible.
After I finally came, I decided Jane needed a good fucking with the purple monster. When she finally came, she arched off the bed, the ties straining; she screamed so loud I was sure the neighbors were going to call the police.
In the end, she was covered in blue from the popsicle, all over her breasts, her belly, her legs, and her pussy. And she was quite spent.
That was Sunday.
Monday found me at work (where else would I be, right). Jane called to chat. I was between machine set-ups, so I had a couple of minutes. And she started telling me about Lilly... that Lilly had just gotten back from her new boyfriends and he'd done her good and her ass was raw from the spanking he'd given her (the "dirty little slut" that she is) and she was now standing there, in the dining room, and she was shaved bare. I got this image of Lilly, her lithe body and her shaved pussy and her fuckable ass, and I got a little hard-on just thinking of that image...
That was Monday.
I don't remember Tuesday, but Wednesday found me having woken up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess, and when I went downstairs and was confronted with the mess -- including the dirty dishes that Jane had said the night before she'd do -- I guess I just broke. I said a few things, taking digs at Jane's housework. That wasn't the thing to do. She started throwing things, including a couple of high-heeled shoes. Thankfully, she wasn't throwing them at me, although I was afraid she was going to. Like the time she threw the frozen sausages at me. I ended up going off to work thinking I should stay away forever.
When I got back that evening, she wouldn't really talk to me. She'd told me earlier we were going to have meatloaf for dinner. I'd been looking forward to meatloaf all day. I arrived home a bit before 6:30 to discover that she and Lilly and Miller had all eaten, and it wasn't meatloaf but Sloppy Joe meat and I could just eat alone, thank-you-very-much.
That sucked, let me just tell you.
Thursday, Jane was talking to me, sort of. I least she laughed several times when I made a funny.
But no sex since Sunday. And likely not to get any for a long, long time.
Maybe Lilly needs a strong hand on her ass?
P.S. Yes, the f*cking nuts never got mailed. I don't think they need to, as Beth (sometimes referred to as She Who Must Not Be Named has dropped off the face of the earth. There's no need to actually mail the nuts. Beth -- and all the other women -- are non-issues. They are, how's it go, dead to me.
This past weekend found us at home, alone, on Sunday afternoon. Lilly (Jane's sister... who's living with us... if you're attempting to keep track of the players) took Miller to the park. We'd already taken Drew and Ralph back to their mother's house, so it was just Jane and I at home. Alone. I suggested we have a little afternoon delight.
Jane thought I was kidding.
I went up to the bedroom and climbed into bed, waiting for her. I think I took my pants off and was holding Mr. Winky when she finally came in the room. I think she then realized I hadn't been kidding.
So, we messed around, and then I got a little playful and decided Jane needed to be straightened out a bit. She didn't want me spanking her, so I got some old ties and tied her, spread-eagle, to the bed. Oh, did I mention she'd just changed the sheets -- new sheets she'd just purchased this week. Nice sheets.
I wasn't sure what to do, and then I remembered this penis ice cube thing in the freezer. I went down to get it. Six inches of ice cock. I played a bit with it, stuffing it into Jane, and then decided she needed something more. So I broke out the purple monster...
The damn batteries were dead. Corroded, as a matter of fact. I had to leave Jane, with the ice cock jammed in her, to go downstairs and find batteries. When I came up, I had with me a popsicle, too. So, I started playing with the popsicle, the purple monster, the ice cock, and my own cock.
I'd stick the popsicle in her drenched pussy, pull it in and out, and then, just as she was screaming about the cold, I'd pull it out and slide my stiff cock in her. The sensation of cold hot was just incredible.
After I finally came, I decided Jane needed a good fucking with the purple monster. When she finally came, she arched off the bed, the ties straining; she screamed so loud I was sure the neighbors were going to call the police.
In the end, she was covered in blue from the popsicle, all over her breasts, her belly, her legs, and her pussy. And she was quite spent.
That was Sunday.
Monday found me at work (where else would I be, right). Jane called to chat. I was between machine set-ups, so I had a couple of minutes. And she started telling me about Lilly... that Lilly had just gotten back from her new boyfriends and he'd done her good and her ass was raw from the spanking he'd given her (the "dirty little slut" that she is) and she was now standing there, in the dining room, and she was shaved bare. I got this image of Lilly, her lithe body and her shaved pussy and her fuckable ass, and I got a little hard-on just thinking of that image...
That was Monday.
I don't remember Tuesday, but Wednesday found me having woken up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess, and when I went downstairs and was confronted with the mess -- including the dirty dishes that Jane had said the night before she'd do -- I guess I just broke. I said a few things, taking digs at Jane's housework. That wasn't the thing to do. She started throwing things, including a couple of high-heeled shoes. Thankfully, she wasn't throwing them at me, although I was afraid she was going to. Like the time she threw the frozen sausages at me. I ended up going off to work thinking I should stay away forever.
When I got back that evening, she wouldn't really talk to me. She'd told me earlier we were going to have meatloaf for dinner. I'd been looking forward to meatloaf all day. I arrived home a bit before 6:30 to discover that she and Lilly and Miller had all eaten, and it wasn't meatloaf but Sloppy Joe meat and I could just eat alone, thank-you-very-much.
That sucked, let me just tell you.
Thursday, Jane was talking to me, sort of. I least she laughed several times when I made a funny.
But no sex since Sunday. And likely not to get any for a long, long time.
Maybe Lilly needs a strong hand on her ass?
P.S. Yes, the f*cking nuts never got mailed. I don't think they need to, as Beth (sometimes referred to as She Who Must Not Be Named has dropped off the face of the earth. There's no need to actually mail the nuts. Beth -- and all the other women -- are non-issues. They are, how's it go, dead to me.
Thursday, June 2
February 13th, 2006
Jane has a habit of doodling notes on papers and then leaving them adrift throughout the house. The other night I came across a 3x5 card with my name spelled out some dozen times, some doodling, some guy's name, and the date February 13, 2006.
Simon: "Hey, Jane, what's the 13th of February 2006?"
Jane: "The day before Valentine's Day."
Simon: "Right. Why'd you write it on this card."
Jane: "No reason."
A beat. Jane starts to laugh. The laugh gets pretty deep.
Jane: "I remember now."
Simon: "Okay. Are you going to share with me?"
Jane, reaching for her daily BC pill: "It's the day your next child is born."
Simon: "You're pregnant?"
Jane: "I don't know."
Simon: "If you're pregnant you shouldn't be taking those pills... And just when were you going to tell me."
Jane: "Well, I'll know for sure in four days."
So, if Jane thinks she might be pregnant, I guess we have been having at least some sex.
And then, last night, as I'm drifting off to sleep, Jane says, "I think we should start seeing other people."
"What!?" I think. "Where the hell did that come from?"
So, I say to her, "I think that's the stupidist idea I've ever heard." And then I face off to sleep.
Today at work, the grinding of the factory floor making my desk shake, I think to myself that beyond that being the stupidist idea I've ever heard, she'd never actually allow it, Little Ms. Double Standards and I don't even want you looking at another woman.
Meanwhile, I'm here... waiting for the day before Valentine's Day.
Simon: "Hey, Jane, what's the 13th of February 2006?"
Jane: "The day before Valentine's Day."
Simon: "Right. Why'd you write it on this card."
Jane: "No reason."
A beat. Jane starts to laugh. The laugh gets pretty deep.
Jane: "I remember now."
Simon: "Okay. Are you going to share with me?"
Jane, reaching for her daily BC pill: "It's the day your next child is born."
Simon: "You're pregnant?"
Jane: "I don't know."
Simon: "If you're pregnant you shouldn't be taking those pills... And just when were you going to tell me."
Jane: "Well, I'll know for sure in four days."
So, if Jane thinks she might be pregnant, I guess we have been having at least some sex.
And then, last night, as I'm drifting off to sleep, Jane says, "I think we should start seeing other people."
"What!?" I think. "Where the hell did that come from?"
So, I say to her, "I think that's the stupidist idea I've ever heard." And then I face off to sleep.
Today at work, the grinding of the factory floor making my desk shake, I think to myself that beyond that being the stupidist idea I've ever heard, she'd never actually allow it, Little Ms. Double Standards and I don't even want you looking at another woman.
Meanwhile, I'm here... waiting for the day before Valentine's Day.
