Down at BAR, the girls dance on the tables; I always seem to miss "the good ones."
Not to fear, however, tomorrow night, Jane and I trek out to NCL... I'm not going to admit that I'm looking forward to it...
;-)
Friday, June 23
Tuesday, June 13
Smoking!
I saw this picture while surfing flickr last night, and I was reminded of a trip to a strip club more than twenty years ago. I was visiting a friend in Springfield, Massachusetts, and we went to some dive and there I saw one of the most amazing things I've ever seen: a woman smoking a cigarette. Like the pic here, although I don't remember everything looking so clean and, er, eatable.
I hate cigarettes, though. Licking that would taste like licking an ash tray.
Anyway, things have been stumbling along. My libido is in the toilet; I think I may have reached a new low. Jane has been somewhat horny, and taking care of it herself. Last night, I fell asleep while rubbing her nipples. One minute I was all about it, and the next minute I was snoring logs. Boom.
We've both been having dreams that have had sexual content. The other night, she dreamt she slept with Paul -- I keep telling her she ought to at NCL; while she was frolicking with Paul in her REM sleep, I was getting it on with Liza, a fuck-buddy from graduate school years ago. I hadn't thought about her in a long while, but there she was in mind-generated living color.
Tonight Jane and I talked a bit, over roast chicken dinner, about our non-existent sex life. We need some chase, some newness, some extra excitement.
Perhaps it would help if Miller wasn't still in the family bed.
I hate cigarettes, though. Licking that would taste like licking an ash tray.
Anyway, things have been stumbling along. My libido is in the toilet; I think I may have reached a new low. Jane has been somewhat horny, and taking care of it herself. Last night, I fell asleep while rubbing her nipples. One minute I was all about it, and the next minute I was snoring logs. Boom.
We've both been having dreams that have had sexual content. The other night, she dreamt she slept with Paul -- I keep telling her she ought to at NCL; while she was frolicking with Paul in her REM sleep, I was getting it on with Liza, a fuck-buddy from graduate school years ago. I hadn't thought about her in a long while, but there she was in mind-generated living color.
Tonight Jane and I talked a bit, over roast chicken dinner, about our non-existent sex life. We need some chase, some newness, some extra excitement.
Perhaps it would help if Miller wasn't still in the family bed.
