... done got knocked up.
How the hell did that happen?
Guess I didn't make enough trips to the car.
Wednesday, February 22
Sunday, February 5
Down for the count
I missed the women streaking down the hall.
I missed hooking up with Rebecca of John E. and Rebecca. A touch ago, I was midway in the hall talking with someone about "they can't fit any more people in the jacuzi; it's arms and legs everywhere" and I glanced to that end of the hall and noticed a crowd of people, including four or five folks buck naked, including one boner pointing straight out and Rebecca's ass and little boobs. I couldn't get away in time to find them.
Found Jane in the orgy room, racked out on the couch, eyes barely open, as a couple went at it on the bed, he eating her out, and her moans filling the silent room in a breathless cacaphony.
Jane is now in bed, asleep, and I'm headed there too. My eyes hurt. My legs hurt. Mr. Winky hurts. It's time to snuggle in bed with my Googly Bear. I'm down for the count.
I missed hooking up with Rebecca of John E. and Rebecca. A touch ago, I was midway in the hall talking with someone about "they can't fit any more people in the jacuzi; it's arms and legs everywhere" and I glanced to that end of the hall and noticed a crowd of people, including four or five folks buck naked, including one boner pointing straight out and Rebecca's ass and little boobs. I couldn't get away in time to find them.
Found Jane in the orgy room, racked out on the couch, eyes barely open, as a couple went at it on the bed, he eating her out, and her moans filling the silent room in a breathless cacaphony.
Jane is now in bed, asleep, and I'm headed there too. My eyes hurt. My legs hurt. Mr. Winky hurts. It's time to snuggle in bed with my Googly Bear. I'm down for the count.
I have a hickey on the tip of my penis
Okay, so, I'm in the grope room, alone, just zoning. Jane walks in.
"What you doing, honey."
Like she doesn't know I don't like crowds. I can hear the lesbian feast across the hall in the orgy room. Joanne discovered that one of the women attending has never been with another woman, so she decided to rectify that. They got the other woman in the orgy room in the center of the bed (actually, 2 queens pushed together) and then surrounded her. At one point there were seven women playing with this new-to-the-experience woman and about a dozen people (men & a few other women) standing around watching. So, I'm now sitting alone in the dark when Jane finds me.
I tell her I'm okay, and she says that Maryanne is looking for me.
"Send her in," I say.
So, Maryanne finds me and I suggest we go down to my room to mess around. And we do, meeting up with Jane in the hall. Starts out the three of us in bed, and after a couple of minutes of kissing and talking, Jane says she's leaving us and going off to find Paul. Maryanne and I are left to our devices.
I'll say this, and I don't mean to be cliched, but she can suck the chrome off a bumper. I don't know that I've ever experienced such vacuum forces on my penis. I came, and then she kept right on with it. I think I deflated for a minute, but then she sucked the blood right down into the little guy and he was hard again.
She was wet. She said, "Talk dirty to me. Pull my hair."
Okay. You know, when a woman asks, deliver.
I called her a slut. I talked about her wet pussy. I cajoled her. And then I slid a raincoat on the old guy, turned her onto her stomach, and pushed the old guy right into her wetness.
Damn.
My second at-bat went for a while, including a change of position. When I finally came, she was on her back, her legs wrapped around me, making tiny gutteral noises.
Meanwhile, Jane is drunk -- very drunk -- and out looking for Paul so she can "loosen him up."
"You go, girl. You go," I say.
Now, time to go find Rebecca. I wonder if she'll notice the hickey on the tip of my penis?
"What you doing, honey."
Like she doesn't know I don't like crowds. I can hear the lesbian feast across the hall in the orgy room. Joanne discovered that one of the women attending has never been with another woman, so she decided to rectify that. They got the other woman in the orgy room in the center of the bed (actually, 2 queens pushed together) and then surrounded her. At one point there were seven women playing with this new-to-the-experience woman and about a dozen people (men & a few other women) standing around watching. So, I'm now sitting alone in the dark when Jane finds me.
I tell her I'm okay, and she says that Maryanne is looking for me.
"Send her in," I say.
So, Maryanne finds me and I suggest we go down to my room to mess around. And we do, meeting up with Jane in the hall. Starts out the three of us in bed, and after a couple of minutes of kissing and talking, Jane says she's leaving us and going off to find Paul. Maryanne and I are left to our devices.
I'll say this, and I don't mean to be cliched, but she can suck the chrome off a bumper. I don't know that I've ever experienced such vacuum forces on my penis. I came, and then she kept right on with it. I think I deflated for a minute, but then she sucked the blood right down into the little guy and he was hard again.
She was wet. She said, "Talk dirty to me. Pull my hair."
Okay. You know, when a woman asks, deliver.
I called her a slut. I talked about her wet pussy. I cajoled her. And then I slid a raincoat on the old guy, turned her onto her stomach, and pushed the old guy right into her wetness.
Damn.
My second at-bat went for a while, including a change of position. When I finally came, she was on her back, her legs wrapped around me, making tiny gutteral noises.
Meanwhile, Jane is drunk -- very drunk -- and out looking for Paul so she can "loosen him up."
"You go, girl. You go," I say.
Now, time to go find Rebecca. I wonder if she'll notice the hickey on the tip of my penis?
Saturday, February 4
So, the game begins
I just sat down to blog and Jane is giving me grief about writing.
Earlier, Jane said we weren't allowed to have sex since we're married.
Maryanne's been coming on to me. She keeps saying I need to get drunk. So I don't remember. She wanted to dance, so we went down to the DJ room and danced a couple slow songs. I got hard and decided it was time for a refill and to see where things would lead.
So, we went back down the hall and I dragged Maryanne by her mardis gras beads into the room. I asked her why she wanted me drunk, and then suddenly we were kissing, and I pushed her against the wall. I felt her smooth skin with my hands. She said I was the unattainable one; like for sure, I thought.
And then she pulled away to head back out into the hall.
As I've been posting, Jane has been giving me shit since there's all that "sex stuff" and I'm sitting at the computer. As she just left, she told me that Maryanne was a sure thing.
Like I hadn't figured that out already. I'm not that dense. My question: can I get Maryanne and Rebecca at the same time?
Earlier, Jane said we weren't allowed to have sex since we're married.
Maryanne's been coming on to me. She keeps saying I need to get drunk. So I don't remember. She wanted to dance, so we went down to the DJ room and danced a couple slow songs. I got hard and decided it was time for a refill and to see where things would lead.
So, we went back down the hall and I dragged Maryanne by her mardis gras beads into the room. I asked her why she wanted me drunk, and then suddenly we were kissing, and I pushed her against the wall. I felt her smooth skin with my hands. She said I was the unattainable one; like for sure, I thought.
And then she pulled away to head back out into the hall.
As I've been posting, Jane has been giving me shit since there's all that "sex stuff" and I'm sitting at the computer. As she just left, she told me that Maryanne was a sure thing.
Like I hadn't figured that out already. I'm not that dense. My question: can I get Maryanne and Rebecca at the same time?
Tour complete
We've done the tour. At the conclusion of the tour, I came on back here to our room. The party is outside our door; that's the congregating area. Maryanne and Joe were part of the crowd. I gave Maryanne a big hug and a kiss and then turned to Joe. He hates me. I think. I gave him a big hug and started lifting him off his feet. The crowd loved it.
Here's the situation, if you haven't read this entire blog. NCL is a swingers club. They get a floor or two at a hotel, and throw a little party. The rooms on the floor are either rooms for lodging (like our room) or theme rooms. And a safe room with food and drink. The safe room is exactly that: a place to hang out with no pressure.
The theme rooms include an orgy & mirror room, a Sybian room, a camping room (with a tent; great for exhibitionists and voyeurs), a grope room (totally dark), and a massage room (with x-rated videos playing).
Jane's here; she says I have to stop writing and socialize. I hate people.
Here's the situation, if you haven't read this entire blog. NCL is a swingers club. They get a floor or two at a hotel, and throw a little party. The rooms on the floor are either rooms for lodging (like our room) or theme rooms. And a safe room with food and drink. The safe room is exactly that: a place to hang out with no pressure.
The theme rooms include an orgy & mirror room, a Sybian room, a camping room (with a tent; great for exhibitionists and voyeurs), a grope room (totally dark), and a massage room (with x-rated videos playing).
Jane's here; she says I have to stop writing and socialize. I hate people.
Reporting live from North Carolina Life
Well, I made it. I'm currently at a Marriott-family property, the location of NCL this weekend. Jane is taking a little nap in preparation for the rigors of the evening. Me, I decided to blog a bit. My plan is to blog live throughout the night.
This decision to blog live is based on several assumptions:
1. I'm not going to get too much pussy. I'll have time to hide in the room and pound away on the keyboard for a few minutes every hour or so.
2. I'll be sober enough to find the room and the computer, and my fingers will still work on the keyboard.
3. I'll have something to say, at least about my voyeuristic experiences.
We arrived a bit before 3pm; my flight from Atlanta was uneventful, thankfully. Jane picked me up at the airport and we headed here.
A group of folks were unloading the equipment from a trailer. Lots of stuff. Tubs and boxes and whatever. The whole thing is very professional and business-like. When we checked in, Joanne was handling reception, and Paul was one of the guys schlepping stuff up to the party floor. It's been a while since we've been here. They've improved some of their processes, and now have a credit card swipe machine, a membership card maker, and are very organized. Or, perhaps the organization is because we were the first to register today. Anyway, we registered and she gave us our confirmation number which we provided to the hotel's front desk and then we received our room key.
We're on the party floor. We're in the middle of the party floor. We're right next to the elevators.
Not necessarilly a good thing; no privacy at all, and it is likely to be loud. But at least we have a balcony.
We went downstairs at one point, and Jane introduced me to a young couple in the lobby: John E. and his girlfriend, Rebecca. He's a little, er, short... He works at Osaka's with Jane. I gave them grief that pretty soon everybody from Osaka's was going to be at NCL. He seemed up for that. We decided that Joanne is recruiting.
I decided that if Joanne keeps recruiting cute girls like Rebecca, she can keep recruiting.
Jane just made an utterance. "I'm not going to get any sleep." Right outside our door it sounds like there are twenty people all doing a meet-and-greet. Screams of welcome.
Going to be long night, perhaps.
This decision to blog live is based on several assumptions:
1. I'm not going to get too much pussy. I'll have time to hide in the room and pound away on the keyboard for a few minutes every hour or so.
2. I'll be sober enough to find the room and the computer, and my fingers will still work on the keyboard.
3. I'll have something to say, at least about my voyeuristic experiences.
We arrived a bit before 3pm; my flight from Atlanta was uneventful, thankfully. Jane picked me up at the airport and we headed here.
A group of folks were unloading the equipment from a trailer. Lots of stuff. Tubs and boxes and whatever. The whole thing is very professional and business-like. When we checked in, Joanne was handling reception, and Paul was one of the guys schlepping stuff up to the party floor. It's been a while since we've been here. They've improved some of their processes, and now have a credit card swipe machine, a membership card maker, and are very organized. Or, perhaps the organization is because we were the first to register today. Anyway, we registered and she gave us our confirmation number which we provided to the hotel's front desk and then we received our room key.
We're on the party floor. We're in the middle of the party floor. We're right next to the elevators.
Not necessarilly a good thing; no privacy at all, and it is likely to be loud. But at least we have a balcony.
We went downstairs at one point, and Jane introduced me to a young couple in the lobby: John E. and his girlfriend, Rebecca. He's a little, er, short... He works at Osaka's with Jane. I gave them grief that pretty soon everybody from Osaka's was going to be at NCL. He seemed up for that. We decided that Joanne is recruiting.
I decided that if Joanne keeps recruiting cute girls like Rebecca, she can keep recruiting.
Jane just made an utterance. "I'm not going to get any sleep." Right outside our door it sounds like there are twenty people all doing a meet-and-greet. Screams of welcome.
Going to be long night, perhaps.
Stuck in Atlanta... & I'm still stuck on nurses
I was hoping to be home tonight, but I got stuck here. NCL is tomorrow, and Jane and I were planning on attending & starting out tonight with a little one-on-one action. Instead, I'm here at a Hilton Garden compliments of the frigg'n airline.
I left yesterday to check out one of our suppliers down in New Orleans. They're just getting back up and running, and I went down to QA. I got a great send off.
Jane got back from Osaka's sometime between three and four Thursday morning. She was wired. She sat on the bed and started rubbing my legs. I woke up; it felt good. Of course.
I don't need to tell you that we fucked like rabbits. Okay, maybe not like rabbits, but... She was so wet & hot; I think her boyfriends at Osaka's had gotten her wet 'n ready. It was a good sent-off.
I wish we were having a welcome-home right about now.
I left yesterday to check out one of our suppliers down in New Orleans. They're just getting back up and running, and I went down to QA. I got a great send off.
Jane got back from Osaka's sometime between three and four Thursday morning. She was wired. She sat on the bed and started rubbing my legs. I woke up; it felt good. Of course.
I don't need to tell you that we fucked like rabbits. Okay, maybe not like rabbits, but... She was so wet & hot; I think her boyfriends at Osaka's had gotten her wet 'n ready. It was a good sent-off.
I wish we were having a welcome-home right about now.
