So this dream last night. Was pretty damn bizarre.
I was headed to England to go to school. I had a strange time going through immigration... it was like 100 years ago... a guy sitting at a table...
Anyway, I ended up at this school... a boarding school... a girls' boarding school. I showed up and somebody took my suitcase. I ended up in my room, watching television and a girl was next to me (the pic reminds me of this) and I was rubbing on her thigh. And another girl was on the other side of me, and she was stroking my cock and fingering my ass.
Okay, so that's all pretty normal, I guess. Here's the part that wasn't so normal. I went out looking for my suitcase and wandered into a lounge for the adult faculty members, and there was a woman who had no legs and no arms wrapped up and on a gurney.
Okay, strange, but...
And then there was this dog, a big-ass Saint Bernard... who pissed on the armless, legless woman. Just lifted his leg and peed all over her.
What's up with that?
Saturday, August 27
What a view
This wasn't my dream, but it is damn dreamy... my fantasy woman: long, dark, straight hair... well proportioned... and sexy...
Plastic woman: Better than real?
For two weeks, Jane's avoided sex. Until today, and I wasn't up for it, so to speak.
The last two weeks, I've come home and Jane's been in bed or lounging around. Like nothing matters.
This morning I woke up from a bizarre dream (more on that later) and Jane wanted to play. I think the dream through me off.
So, the question: is a plastic woman better than real? ... 'Cause sure as shit, most real woman think a plastic man is better than real.
The last two weeks, I've come home and Jane's been in bed or lounging around. Like nothing matters.
This morning I woke up from a bizarre dream (more on that later) and Jane wanted to play. I think the dream through me off.
So, the question: is a plastic woman better than real? ... 'Cause sure as shit, most real woman think a plastic man is better than real.
Thursday, August 18
Sorry I haven't blogged
I've been overtaken by events. Seem to not have enough time in the day to do all the things I want to to or need to do.
And Jane's not helping; she's just hanging out at home. She was gonna get a job, but she hasn't done anything to get a job in five or six weeks. The last couple of days, I walk in the house and she'd still in her sexy PJs, just waiting around. Maybe some young lover has slipped out the back door as I come in the front. I don't know, but I know she's not doing anything of note. Looks like depression, but whenever I bring that up she bitch slaps me. Sometimes I think I'd like to just cut her open and rearrange her insides.
But I do love her... really....
We went to the mountains for vacation: Jane and me and the three boys. The trip ended abruptly when my brother called Jane a "psychotic bitch." This coming from a bonfide sociopath, but that's another story. Or, perhaps it isn't... Anyway, to make a long story short, Miller was playing in the wading pool; it was evening;Miller was only wearing a regular disposible diaper. The diaper was way full and Miller was cold. I took him out of the pool, whipped off his diaper, and held him (nekkid) trying to get him try and warm. My brother took offense; I guess Miller's 16-month old schlong was just too much to be see around family and friends.
I got recalled for a couple of weeks to help with some of the rotation stuff the Guard is facing. Three weeks... of putting work on hold... and attempting to maintain with grad school (which I think I screwed this summer).
I continue to think about going back to teaching. Jane and I have talked about it; she thinks I ought to shit or get off the can -- quit talking and just do it. On the way home from the mountains we stopped to see my old high school (a boarding school) and another where I'd nearly ended up working. Both campuses were peaceful (it is summer, afterall) and beautiful. She said she could see living at either.
I'm thinking I could get into trouble... ;-)
Well, not with Jane around, that's for sure. Jane would help keep me on task. She's been reading; I'm not sure if she's top or not, but it doesn't really matter. I'm top (although she really wants to be top sometimes); either way, it'll keep me out of trouble... until she decides to teach the students a thing or two.
I hope to be contributing more frequently here, but (honestly) don't hold your breath. I'm over-worked and, currently, undersexed. That's not a great combination for the author of a sex blog.
And Jane's not helping; she's just hanging out at home. She was gonna get a job, but she hasn't done anything to get a job in five or six weeks. The last couple of days, I walk in the house and she'd still in her sexy PJs, just waiting around. Maybe some young lover has slipped out the back door as I come in the front. I don't know, but I know she's not doing anything of note. Looks like depression, but whenever I bring that up she bitch slaps me. Sometimes I think I'd like to just cut her open and rearrange her insides.
But I do love her... really....
We went to the mountains for vacation: Jane and me and the three boys. The trip ended abruptly when my brother called Jane a "psychotic bitch." This coming from a bonfide sociopath, but that's another story. Or, perhaps it isn't... Anyway, to make a long story short, Miller was playing in the wading pool; it was evening;Miller was only wearing a regular disposible diaper. The diaper was way full and Miller was cold. I took him out of the pool, whipped off his diaper, and held him (nekkid) trying to get him try and warm. My brother took offense; I guess Miller's 16-month old schlong was just too much to be see around family and friends.
I got recalled for a couple of weeks to help with some of the rotation stuff the Guard is facing. Three weeks... of putting work on hold... and attempting to maintain with grad school (which I think I screwed this summer).
I continue to think about going back to teaching. Jane and I have talked about it; she thinks I ought to shit or get off the can -- quit talking and just do it. On the way home from the mountains we stopped to see my old high school (a boarding school) and another where I'd nearly ended up working. Both campuses were peaceful (it is summer, afterall) and beautiful. She said she could see living at either.I'm thinking I could get into trouble... ;-)
Well, not with Jane around, that's for sure. Jane would help keep me on task. She's been reading; I'm not sure if she's top or not, but it doesn't really matter. I'm top (although she really wants to be top sometimes); either way, it'll keep me out of trouble... until she decides to teach the students a thing or two.
I hope to be contributing more frequently here, but (honestly) don't hold your breath. I'm over-worked and, currently, undersexed. That's not a great combination for the author of a sex blog.
