Tuesday, November 29

So this explains a great deal

This explains a lot:
ROME (Reuters) - Your heartbeat accelerates, you have butterflies in the stomach, you feel euphoric and a bit silly. It's all part of falling passionately in love -- and scientists now tell us the feeling won't last more than a year.

The powerful emotions that bowl over new lovers are triggered by a molecule known as nerve growth factor (NGF), according to Pavia University researchers.

The Italian scientists found far higher levels of NGF in the blood of 58 people who had recently fallen madly in love than in that of a group of singles and people in long-term relationships.

But after a year with the same lover, the quantity of the 'love molecule' in their blood had fallen to the same level as that of the other groups.

The Italian researchers, publishing their study in the journal Psychoneuroendocrinology, said it was not clear how falling in love triggers higher levels of NGF, but the molecule clearly has an important role in the "social chemistry" between people at the start of a relationship.
One year, huh? Hmmmm...

Saturday, November 26

Discovered a new toy


A fist full of pics mosaic
Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.
Saturday night. Miller is asleep on the couch. Jane is KJ'ing at Osaka's. And I'm f*cking around on the computer, wasting time, while The Golden Child plays in the background. And I discovered a cool new tool for flickr from flagrant disregard. Now I can build my own mosaics. Cool, eh?

This morning I was up at 9 with Miller. I'd told Jane I'd let her sleep in, so Miller and I went downstairs for pancakes. He loves pancakes. Then, when Jane got up we spent a couple of hours straightening up; eagads, the house is still a wreck.

I never got dressed today. After cleaning and eating lunch we went up for a "nap." Right. SEX, folks, SEX.

Jane's been looking to get laid for a couple of days. My libido seems to be off; I think it's the Zolft. So, I can be depressed and horny or content and lack-all-desire.

We were able to get my desire raised this afternoon, however. By the time I got on top of Jane and slid into her, she was so very, very wet. Nice, very nice.

I slept well for the rest of the afternoon.

Still obsessed


jade+playing
Originally uploaded by camera_eye.
I'm still obsessed.

I've got to talk Jane into getting a little nurse uniform...

Wednesday, November 23

The "abyss" is now "flickr"


OK OK SMILE THEN
Originally uploaded by bad-n-KY.
And I'm think I might have fallen in...

I'm enamoured. I'm not sure there's much else to say...

Jane is off at Osaka's again; they called her in 'cause whoever was supposed to KJ called out. So, Miller & I went to the community Thanksgiving service, but he was tired and kept crying and fussing; I put him down at one point, and he escaped and toddled up to the front of the church & climbed the stairs to be with the minister. Great, frigg'n great. We left before the service was over; I couldn't handle it.

Now he's in bed, asleep, and I'm at the computer, having fallen into the abyss of flickr and having become enamoured and wondering if I ought to move to Kentucky. Reminds me of a trip to Louisville; hmmm, I wonder if that trip was since the start of this blog. I don't think so.

I went with two colleagues; we worked for ten hours a day and then went to strip clubs for another eight or ten. One of the guys I was with, Marc, was from over at the Plant (he's gone now), and the first night we were there, when we walk out of the place he's got a stripper with him. She goes back to his hotel room to spend a couple of hours with him. I never figured out how he did it; and I saw him do it maybe half a dozen times.

Well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, my most favorite holiday of the year. For the first time in more than twenty years, I'm not going to be at my parents'. After the catastrophe this summer with Jane and my brother (if you're not a regular reader of the Sausage Factory and Jane Says, here's Jane's post about our lovely vacation). Anyway, I'll be burning, I mean, cooking, the turkey tomorrow. And giving thanks for a wonderful wife, three great sons, a decent job, decent health, and everything else I've been blessed with.

And then next week is my birthday, which I'd rather forget.

But that is another story all-together.

Meanwhile, I'm thinking of moving to Kentucky.

;-)

Tuesday, November 22

Tuesday night blahs

Tuesday night. Jane is at Osaka's, working. Dee is at Osaka's, meeting some guy she's going to screw later tonight (same guy she hooked up with the night before leaving to take the kids to New England; that night he was spanking her, and she told him to do it harder, and he did, and she had bruises for the better part of a week). Lilly is somewhere, and the phone keeps ringing; some dozen guys call nightly, here, looking for her; I wish she'd get a phone.

Last night, Jane called in sick to Osaka's... I don't remember exactly the specifics of how the night went, but I do remember this: (1) We were arguing; she claims Kathleen and I have been "whipped" by Drew and suck at parenting. (2) I was tired. (3) She came to bed and wanted to get off, and I was too tired to oblige, so she started in on herself. I started caressing her legs (she had her head at the foot of the bed... don't ask). (4) She asked me to touch her, and pretty soon I had four fingers ravaging her cunt, driving in and out of the wetness. (5) Once she came, I started to jack off, but couldn't get over the edge.

So, tonight, I'm here home, alone. Miller, who was sleeping on the couch when Jane left, woke up but wouldn't eat anything. Now he's on the floor, sucking down a bottle, watching Toy Story 2.

This is my life. Life is, er, what I have created.

Gawds, I need some sleep, some rest, a long vacation, and some freak in my life.

Sunday, November 20

Something about chocolate and whipped cream


jess-08.jpg
Originally uploaded by smarmed.
I'm not sure I need to say more than this: "Diet? What diet? Let me lick it all off."

Friday, November 18

Er, maybe I can give up this obsession

If the nurses are going to start looking like this, I'm ready to give up my obsession and move on to something else.

Wednesday, November 16

And contrary to what...


IMG_5176.JPG
Originally uploaded by CharlestonNightLife.
... Jane and Just-Me say, my obsession with nurses is not unhealthy.

Er, is it?

I've become nothing more than...


woman02.jpg
Originally uploaded by bitmap .
... a voyeur.

The addiction is, well, huge...

Okay, I didn't go to bed, yet


Black and White
Originally uploaded by Juicy Carolina.
Surprised? I got sucked in to the frigg'n flickr.

I've decided that Juicy Carolina, along with several thousand young women at flickr, enjoy the thought that men across the world are looking at their pictures and wanking off. I get the sense she really likes the notion.

And, I'm sure there are guys who enjoy the thought of women frigg'n themselves while looking at their pictures (although this is, I'm sure, a much smaller population; men are much more visually aroused then women).

Okay, that's it for now. Perhaps this time I'll actually hit the rack.

My hand hurts


Rachael
Originally uploaded by chrismaverick.
A quick update before I go to bed... alone.

1. Jane called. We had a good chat. I'm still in the dog house; she's upset about the whole thing with her sister and the kids. She's mad at Dee for not acting as Jane thought she shoulh have. I think this has been a bad week; perhaps I'll be out of the dog house tomorrow when Jane gets home.

2. Jane is pissed at Lilly. Lilly's been (a) sleeping over here and (b) bringing guys over here while Jane and I have been out of town.

3. I'm pissed at Lilly: the front door was unlocked when I got home & the back yard fence was unlocked.

4. I told Lilly I'd spank her when she came by tonight.

5. I did. My hand hurts. She didn't take it passively. She brought some guy with her -- a student & Marine Corps reservist from over at NC State -- and he got a kick out of her flopping around on my lap as I walloped her ass.

6. Did I mention my hand hurts?

Now, to bed. I need to be on the factory floor by 6AM.

In the dog house


Dog
Originally uploaded by Joao Abreu.
I'm in the doghouse -- over my post Richmond Calling. Jane's pissed.

You might be wondering how I know, as she's still up north and I've just arrived home.

I know because she sent me a text message... something like "so fucking be with her then" and there's her comment on the post which has the same general message.

It's interesting; she's allowed to have fond memories of Will or any other knucklehead, but I can't have fond memories of anyone else but her. I'm supposed to take my entire (romantic/love/sex) life before I met her and flush it down the toilet.

Let's review the facts:

I've only ever married two women, and Jane is my current wife.

I love Jane.

I may look, but I'm not sampling the merchandise elsewhere.

I had some twenty plus years of sexual activity before we met; and a few of those have provided me with fond memories. A few of them I don't remember at all. And the rest fall in the middle.

I have, even at this young stage of our relationship, fond memories of sex with Jane.

A rich fantasy life supposedly helps marriages.


So what if the Marriott in Richmond reminded me of a night of raw sex. If I returned to Gambier and walked along South Campus and Old Kenyon, I'd be reminded of my losing my proverbial cherry. Or if I went back to where I went to high school and went up the chapel steps, I'd be reminded of the first time I got to second base. All fond memories, but so what. What is of importance is that I'm married, committed to making our marriage and our relationship work. I say, "Jane, get over it. You're it, and this is for the very long haul."

I predict, however, the future: I will remain in the dog house for days after Jane returns. And Jane will not get over it.

Tuesday, November 15

Back to nurses


Knife Wielder
Originally uploaded by Petit Rêveur.
For no reason at all, I'm back to nurses...

One thing I hate about traveling is sleeping alone...

But I don't think I'm looking for a knife-welding nurse.

Lilly teases me

So, Lilly calls me this morning... to ask where her FM boots are; she left them at our house.

I told her that they were upstairs in the laundry hamper in the bathroom... along with her long, brown skirt -- which I ripped when putting it over my fat ass.

She chuckled. And then she told me she slept in our bed last night... and wanted to know when I'd be home. When I told her tomorrow night, she told me she'd see me then -- in the bed.

Right, she's gonna do that. She wouldn't, even if I wasn't married to her sister.

Survived the day



Originally uploaded by startled rabbit.
What a frigg'n long day. The meeting went forever, or so it seemed. At times, it got fairly contentious, but by the end of the meeting it was okay.

I have to admit, I spend much of the meeting looking at one of the folks from our client. She's the chief financial officer of the company. She's about my age, I figure, and it's not that she had a bod or a face or whatever to die for; it's just the overall package was nice. She wore a pretty big rock on her left hand, and I kept thinking about swinging with her. I have no idea if she does, and I can't very well ask her. "Hey, Paula, I'd like to screw you sometime. Do you and your husband swing?"

Yeh, I don't see that working for me.

Monday, November 14

Richmond calling...


abbey-PerfectPear
Originally uploaded by abbey_arletto.
The boss sent me up to Richmond to attend a little meeting and convince a customer to stick with us. We've had a little quality issue with our products and the customer is balking. So, send in the A-Team.

I'm at the Marriott in downtown. And, as I was checking in, I had a sudden memory that I've been here before. Liza and I hooked up here a couple of years ago. She drove down while her husband was away with the Boy Scouts. I'm so thankful for the BSA, let me tell you.

So, anyway, she met me here. We shared some wine. Then we were standing at the window, looking out at the lights of the city. Liza is shorter than I am, by almost a full head. She was in front of me, and I had my hands wrapped around her. The city lights flickered and glowed. And then I started nibbling on her neck and rubbing her skin, touching her breasts through her sweater. Soon, her sweater was pulled up, her bra was on the floor, and her breasts were pressed against the glass. We were backlit and I'm sure if anyone had looked up, they would have had quite a show.

Soon, Liza was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. When I came, she rubbed the white, sticky cum all over her face and big breasts.

I don't remember much more of the night, but I do remember the morning. When we awoke, she asked me to get on top of her and fuck her in her mouth.

Yeh, I remember this hotel.

And, yes, Liza is a little submissive. A true sub in the bedroom (unlike Jane, who just pretends to be a sub).

Okay, I guess I need to link the thumbnail (okay, yes, it's a little larger than a thumbnail) I borrowed from flickr. I can't. But, I'll say this: I love long hair; I'm partial to brunettes; I love pears. Susan, a co-worker at Plaid, tells me I like hips and hair. Abbey has the hair, & Abbey has the hips. So, admitedly, the picture has nothing to do with my post...

;-)

Sunday, November 13

Doing the laundry


Dirty Juicy Girl
Originally uploaded by Juicy Carolina.
If the frigg'n overflowing baskets of dirty clothes in this house looked like this... well, I still wouldn't fold the laundry...

Anyone want to help clean dirty Juicy Girl?

Our Russian lass is leaving Raleigh


Last night out
Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.
Well, this is sad. Nadia, who sometimes looks like an angel, is leaving us. She came by a while ago to pick up her laundry -- laundry that Lilly hadLast night out left here -- and said good-bye. I told her she'd be back. This whole Miami thing isn't going to work out.

Right. In my dreams.

It's been an interesting several months (eagads, perhaps more like six or eight). The first time I met her, she was dressed to the nines and waiting for Lilly. She was in the dining room; Jane was folding laundry. I came down and my tonge dropped to the floor and I got drool all over my shirt. I had to man-handle my tongue back into my mouth.

The last couple of months, she's been dressing much more conservatively. Too bad.

Jane, who would like to swing a little both ways (or at least try it), says that Nadia doesn't do anything for her. Ah, I don't know. She does something for me. I'd have thrown her to the couch when she came for the laundry were it not that there was somebody in a car outside waiting for her.

Changing subjects: Jane called earlier. Told me that Lilly -- who had driven her sister Dee's car up to Delaware to meet up with Jane and Dee -- arrived on fumes and with no money. So, of course, Jane has given her some money (she's headed back tonight), and now I need to get more greenbacks to Jane. I'm the fucking sugar daddy for Jane... and her sisters...

I think I'm getting screwed, and it's not as enjoyable as I'd like.

;-)

Saturday, November 12

Pole dancing at home?


Pole.Dance.CK
Originally uploaded by Tyrven.
This is one bit of equipment I've never thought of installing at home.

What I find, er, interesting is that I came across some other pole-at-home pictures too.

I'm really going to have to rethink this...

Now I'm just messing around


Wet Robin
Originally uploaded by Juicy Robin.
I can't figure out what pics from flickr I can blog and what I can't. Even though every picture has a "blog this" button, sometimes it doesn't seem to work.

Juicy Robin, well she seems to work okay. As does Juicy Carolina, but she'll have to wait for another post.

The house is quiet. Lilly left to head north, folling Jane and Dee. All the monsters are gone. I'm home alone.

Lilly is nearly broke; the job at Dillard's doesn't pay a living wage. She wants to make some money. She and Melinda are talking about doing sex shows for private parties. An hour's worth of girl-on-girl action; she thinks she can get $175 per viewer. I'm thinking to get that kind of money, there's gonna' need to be something beyond just watching.

I told her she ought to consider dancing at Lipstick; okay, it's not really "dancing," put it is called lap dancing. I told her I'd pay her the going rate (ten bucks a song); she wasn't interested.

Yet, I say. Yet.

This would be me: A nurse and her patient


Nurse and her patient
Originally uploaded by kcm921.
There's just something ultimately kinky about this picture. Something about the slutty nurse the Hannibal Lector guy. I have that costume, by the way. I don't like wearing it, however, because I'm claustraphopic. However, if she'd be willing to tend to my needs, I'd might be able to make it through.

A little nursing action


This Might Hurt a Little...
Originally uploaded by Petit Rêveur.
Hmmm... Perhaps this isn't what I had in mind.

Miller popped awake before 7AM this morning. A Saturday, damn, and he's up at the crack of dawn. Okay, not the crack of dawn, but frigg'n early for a Saturday when I want to sleep in.

Jane got home last night around 3AM. The girls went to Osaka's and Jane ended up KJ'ing. Dee hooked up with some guy and didn't come home... well, that's not exactly right. She was here when I came down this morning.

So, I'm still hooked on the nurse thing. As you can tell.

Jane said that she passed my message along to Ellie. I told her, "Ellie, Simon isn't feeling too well and wants you to come take care of him."

"Where is he," she asked innocently.

"At home," replied Jane. "And he wants you to bring your nurse's uniform."

Jane tells me that Ellie's only response was to roll her eyes and smile.

Need I say, she never showed up here at home.

So, if I can't get a nurse to take care of me, perhaps I can get a lap dance or two. From a long, haired, mostly nekkid, smooth-skinned dancer. Hmmm...

But in the mean time, I'm going to make breakfast for the hordes.

Friday, November 11

Russian cigars


I wonder how'd she look as a nurse?
So Jane and Lilly and Dee have gone off to Osaka's for a little siterly time together. Having left me with Miller and Dee's three rug-rats. As noted earlier, Dee is headed north to New England to deliver said children to their father, the courts having decided that living along the Gulf Coast is not appropriate for children with special medical needs.

What pure bullshit.

I'd asked Jane to send Ellie over to nurse me, but she'll likely be too drunk by the time they walk in the door of Osaka's to even remember. Not that Ellie would show up anyway, but... I've a better chance with Nadia. Perhaps she'd like something other than that little cigar in her mouth.

And that will be passing wet dream, as Nadia heads to Miami early next week... permanantly... to lose herself in the bright specter of South Beach and beautiful people... oh, and to live with her "friend."

The other day I caught up with Nadia heading home from Downtown. We were both walking, enjoying the unseasonable warm weather (what the hell has been up with that, anyway? It is November, right?). Anyway, we got to talking and picked up a conversation that had been started several weeks ago when driving her home (she's moved in with Lilly for the last couple of weeks of her stay here in the Tar Heel state): adult toys. Seems she's never used one, never experimented... hell, she claims to never have played with herself without a toy.

Don't all women masterbate? All men do; isn't it just human rather than gender related?

Another nurse


Steph and Vic
Originally uploaded by killians1978.
I'm thinking that Steph here could take care of me. And, damn, do I need taking care of.

After last night's fiasco. I should'a seen it coming: Jane pushing all the buttons, Drew having stayed up too late... it was a recipe for disaster.

Today I was planning on going in to Plaid to take care of a few things. We had the day off 'cause of the holiday, but I wanted to take of some hanging chads.

No joy. My fat ass didn't get out of bed until 10:30 or so. Jane was pissed at me all day (and still is). The fact that she responded to Drew's spinning with violence, which let to more violence, and then more... I just want to crawl in a cave somewhere... or perhaps get a nice nurse to take care of me.

Perhaps this nurse can help me


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Originally uploaded by cosentino.
Feeling a little like Ronald McDonald, having stumbled through another evening at the Winky home (see Jane Says for the gory details), and I need a nurse. I wonder if this young lass is available?

Wednesday, November 9

Transportation to and from the ER


aerowillys
Originally uploaded by bion.
Of course, we'd want to offer limo service to and from the Emergency Room.

Why she's not wearing her uniform, I just don't know.

Ideas for the ER are getting out of hand


Killer Nurse Betty
Originally uploaded by sambagirl.
Tonight Jane and Miller and I went out for a bite of Chinese food. Over rice noodles, Jane and I talked about ideas for the Emergency Room. It's starting to take on the size of Church Street Station in Orlando (an 87,000-square-foot, tri-level complex designed to appeal to tourists and residents). We're either going to have to win the lottery or find some investors with deep pockets...

Note to self: Don't allow the waitressed to dress as "Killer Nurse Betty."

Tuesday, November 8

And the bouncers...


Halloween 2005
Originally uploaded by Caught@Clutch.
... will dress as doctors in scrubs with white lab coats.

Now, if we could just get the bouncers to keep their hands off the waitresses...

;-)

I want to see her in a nurses outfit


Jules
Originally uploaded by EasyPussyJules.
I now have the very strong desire to see Jules in a nurses outfit.

I wonder if she'd like to work at the ER?

More from the ER


Sexy Nurse
Originally uploaded by Templarion.
Here's another variation on the theme.

Jane's counsel is perhaps the ladies need a place to see men dance, so I'm thinking maybe there'd be several clubs under one roof.

And, of course, we'd need to mix nude and touch and alcohol, so maybe it's actually several different establishments under one roof. The Trauma Center. My favorite, The Examination Room (with curtains that pull around for privacy).

The Emergency Room

I think I mentioned this before: I'm going to open a strip club called "The Emergency Room." All the waitressed are going to dress like Ellie: slutty nurses.

In preparation of this, I've been surfing flickr looking for pics of sexy nurses. I've decided there's plenty of room for variation; who needs a uniform?

Imagine: A husband comes home late from work. His wife accuses him. He says, "I'm so sorry, honey. One of the guys at work was feeling deathly ill; I had to take him to the emergency room. You know how long the wait is at the ER."

Monday, November 7

What has become of all outside the blogosphere?


Jules
Originally uploaded by EasyPussyJules.
As noted, I've fallen into this flickr thing; you can see who's caught my eye. Check out my flickr account, and you can see what I've become enamored of. Watch out, though. You could find yourself falling into the abyss, following link on link, chasing contacts and favorites until the sun rises.

Meanwhile, the real world continues to spin, rapidly. Jane is at Osaka's tonight. The regularly scheduled KJ called out, and Jane took the shift. Miller is watching Nemo. Ralph and Drew are playing some PlayStation came; thankfully they're not at one another's throats. I think the milk shakes after dinner helped calm everyone down. All those carbs, and they don't have the energy to be acting like little old ladies.

So last week I was doing some training at Plaid, covering some of the ins and outs of a couple of our contracts -- particularly with the Plant (I fear we're going to screw something up here and lose it) -- and MaryEllen was part of the group, sitting all attentive. I'm not sure what her background is, but she has a Mediterranean look about her; Greek perhaps? Olive skin, perfect. Long dark hair. Always wearing something that showed cleavage. It got to the point where I had to focus on a smudge on the back wall. Her eyes were piercing; that, and I kept wanting to look down her blouse.

Did I mention Jane and I celebrated our first year of marriage? Oh, right, I think I did. Jane was pissed that I attempted to humorous about it. She doesn't like my sarcasm. Anyway, a year. And I think we need to jack up our sex life. We're not getting it on like we did in the early years of our relationship. I guess that's to be expected. But we need to do something: sex on the balcony or sex in the park or sex at the office or something. Perhaps it's time to kick Miller out of the family bed. That's likely the worst of us; one of us wants to get frisky and, lo and behold, there's the tow-headed little guy. Jane calls him a cock-blocker. I can't remember the last time we got freaky; perhaps it was on the stairs last week.

And, we haven't made it to NCL in months. And we're not going to make the December party, either. Jane really wants to go to the New Year's Eve party, but we might have the older boys with us. That would put a stop on that. I've been saying we ought to throw a party at our house, but Jane can't seem to think of who to invite. Me, I have a huge list: Jules, Ellie, Anne, Lilly, Susan... well, you get the idea. I'd love to have five couples over for a little orgy, cocks and pussy everywhere.