More vicarious living

Tonight Lilly came over to use the phone. Even though she's moved out... well, she hasn't really... ;-)

Anyway, she came over to use the phone since Jane & Lilly's family lives in the area Rita hit hardest. Seems their grandmother's home and their father's home are both underwater. And their sister's home is without water & power. There's talk of the clan coming north to Raleigh; I'm thinking of moving north to Vermont, perhaps.

So, Lilly came over to use the phone. And then she came down to chat with me as I was attempting too go through stacks of mail. She wanted to tell me about her weekend: she hooked up with another woman.

She and her friend Julio were out drinking last night along with Julio's roommate, Stephanie. Julio told Lilly that Stephanie was "off limits." That didn't go over too well with either woman, I guess. Lilly ended up storming out of the bar and going back home. Alone. And then five minutes after she settled in, Stephanie was at the door; I guess she wanted to show she wasn't off limits. She spent the night. Lilly only alluded to what went on, but I think I have the picture.

I asked how things were with Wicker and Melinda. Last I'd heard, Wicker was miffed 'cause Lilly and Melinda started things without him. I guess he's over it now. Hell, I'd be, too: two beautiful women who are willing to play with him until the wick is no longer able to stand up. Hell, that's every man's fantasy.

Lilly asked me if I have a camcorder she can use; sadly, I don't. She said, "Too bad," as she would have given me a copy of whatever they shot. "Still pictures just aren't cutting it," she said.

Huh?

Yes, they've been playing with a camera. If I'm a good boy, perhaps they'll show me a few pictures...

I'll be good, really.

Meanwhile, Jane and I bumped uglies this morning. She's stopped taking the pill, so I wore a raincoat for the first time in a long time. Cut down on the sensation of her wet, hot, ride, but it did allow me to last longer.

Too bad Jane keeps gagging when I suggest a threesome with her sister. ;-)

Thank goodness all is not lost

I'll just say this: it's damn good to see that some things in New Orleans are back to normal.

I'm not sure how this came about

Could someone explain to me please?

Last night, Jane started working at Osaka's as a karoke jockey, a KJ...

Tonight, we're baby sitting Melinda's daughter, Melody; she's five & such a doll... and Lilly and Melinda have gone out to party and then go back to Lilly's place to try out those toys.

And Wicker is at home putting in new floors at his house.

I think I'm just going to go to bed.

Alone.

Friday afternoon

I get back from work, a little miffed as I know Jane's at home with Miller, but when I pull in the drive, I notice Jane's car isn't around. Lilly. She took the car last night, it's not back. Now, this shouldn't bug me, but it does. This morning, I said something to Jane about it; probably shouldn't have, but I did.

"We shouldn't still be supporting her... She's not contributing to the household expenses anymore..." and yada yada yada.

So, I pull in this afternoon; the car's not here; Jane's ready to head out to the gym to work out; and I'm gonna be at home with Miller.

So, why put up with it? 'Cause I love Jane. And, Lilly provides good stories. Like Melinda.

So, here's Melinda, I guess warming up for Wicker. Yeh, she looks like she's warming up. I'm pretty certain Wicker's the photographer, but I can imagine she's warming up for Lilly so they can go at it.

Were Lilly not Jane's sister, I imagine she'd join in. The whole notion of her sister, though, puts an end to that.

Lilly swings, hard, both ways; Jane wants to, but still hasn't "gone to the dark side." Perhaps Melinda and Wicker will bring her around.

That would just get confusing for everyone...

We'll be back talking more about this at some point, I'm sure.

And, oh, look what I found

And here she is... this is Melinda... see the below post...

As Lilly's leaving tonight, I ask her if Melinda knows she's sleeping with Wicker. "Sure, she's okay with it."

I think everybody's getting what they want. And Lilly says, "I get to have my cake and eat it too."

Truer words were perhaps never spoken.

Oh, and the pic. Yup, that's Melinda, really... and it's the tamest of the four pictures.

The stories are no longer my own

Well, here it is, the middle of September. I'm just back from Louisanna where I was deployed with a local search & rescue team to help out with Hurricane Katrina operations. Unless you've been there, you wouldn't believe it; the TV doesn't begin to show the truth.

And then I had to high-tail it back home because my guard unit got recalled due to Ophelia. Thankfully, all she's done is sit off the coast; we're catching some hellish rains, but at least it's not taking us down like Katrina did to the Gulf Coast or Floyd did to us a couple of years back.

Lilly, Jane's sister, has finally moved out. Sort of.

She left a couple weeks ago... well, two or three.., but she's only a couple of blocks away, and she comes over nearly daily: our food, our phone, our computer, our cars... well, you get the idea. Living on one's own is tough and takes lots of dough... or a sugar daddy.

There's this guy, Wicker, who Jane and Lilly have known for years. He used to own a local Dairy Queen franchise. Early in my relationship with Jane, she told me that she was going to marry Wicker. He's muscular, tattooed, pierced. Basically the opposite of me. Anyway, the ladies seem to swoon for him. Should have seen the little girls he had working for him at DQ. Oh, and Lilly worked there too. She was riding him in the after hours.

And then, maybe three years ago, Wicker got married. Melinda. Described by Jane as witchy. But I'm not even sure she's met her.

Anyway, fast forward to a couple of months ago, and Wicker shows up at Dillards, looking for Lilly. And then they start bumping uglies.

So, around the time Lilly's moving out, she decides to have a little fun. She swings both ways, and somehow got ahold of Wicker's wife's email addy. Or, actually, she found out what their handle was on some swinger site. So, Lilly gets an account and starts to troll.

And she hooks up with Melinda... without Wicker knowing... or Melinda knowing that she's already banging Wicker.

I call up and talk to Jane and ask for ll the gory details, and this is all she'll tell me. Lilly and Melinda did it. All of it.

I want the details, damn.

Well, they went out and got drunk. Got back to Lilly's new pad, and Melinda wasn't feeling too good, so Lilly suggests maybe she'd like to take a shower. And the next thing they know it's five AM and Melinda is saying they need to get together and next time she'll bring her toys. She has a strap on.

So, tonight, Lilly comes over to check her email; seems that Melinda has send her some pictures, and Lilly wants to see them... and have me and Jane check them out, too.

All I can say is damn

Now if I can just figure out how to get ahold of them...

More to follow.

Oh, and Jane? She wants to join the party.

My dream last night

Originally uploaded by Close-Up.

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?

What a view

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Originally uploaded by Article_Lovers.

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?

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Originally uploaded by Quereco.

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.

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.

More porn

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Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.

Since Jane thinks I'm spending so much time viewing porn, I thought I'd post this picture...

I'm sure Jane will comment on it and put it in perspective.

Cheers.

Jane is headed home with Miller

Advice given to Nadia, a young Russian who works with Lilly at Dillard's, on the news that some guy she met last night wants to marry her (so she can remain in the States): Remember, no man's motives are pure.

Yeh, I'd jump her bones.

Jane is enroute Raleigh with Miller. Due in later this afternoon. I'm at the job, dreading the mounts of work that remains to be done after the holiday weekend.

Last night, I drove out the Dillard's to pick Lilly up. Ralph was with me; we had the little Kia. We drove up and there was Lilly and Nadia and two other cute young women. I waved to Nadia and told her we could drive her home. Turns out I didn't know the half of it.

Soon, Ralph was in the back, squeezed in the seat with Nadia and the two other women, both Bulgarians here working... and looking for ways to stay. Lilly was in the front seat and I was driving; I got home without getting stopped by the cops. Lilly had invited everyone back to the house in preparation for the fire works. I'm thinking, "What the hell are we doing for dinner?" I ended up cooking a traditional Fourth of July fare: Mexican food... tortilla flats, ground meat, shredded chicken, refried beans, cheese, tomatoes -- a make-you-own-burrito feast.

At dinner we all chatted, the three foreigners about what they'd seen in the States (not much) and Lilly and Ralph and I making recommendations on what they ought to see. And the Bulgarians were wondering how they might be able to stay in the country; perhaps they could join the military (with the inability of our recruiters to fill the ranks, I suspect we are becoming like the French Foreign Legion). We had fun, with a slew of flirting going on. Nadia said she wanted to go to university down in Wilmington; I told her I'd tutor her in English so she could pass the TOEFL. This gag went on most of the night.

After dinner, Lilly's new friend Mike Jones and his buddy Justin came over to join us as we all headed out to see the fireworks. After the fireworks, Ralph and I came back to the house, and then the five twenty-somethings wandered back in. I started doing the dishes; at one point I went into the dining room to get the stuff which remained. Nadia offered to help clear the table; she was the only one; she can come over at any point. She cleared and I stood at the sink rinsing and washing and putting stuff in the dishwasher and we talked every time she came in with something else. Tutoring. She smiled every time... we'd focus on adjectives to start. "No time like tonight." Or perhaps we'd do verbs; did she prefer linking verbs or action verbs. "Action verbs," she said with a smile. I should'a figured.

Anyway, the Bulgarians skipped out and then Lilly and Nadia and Mike Jones and Justin headed out to some bar. I told Nadia we could start the tutoring when they came back.

At two in the morning, the phone rang. It was Lilly; she'd locked herself out... hadn't taken keys with her. I threw on a towel and stumbled downstairs. Lilly was at the door... with Mike Jones behind her. I let them in, half wanting to see Nadia for her tutoring lesson. She wasn't there.

Seems she was at her apartment with Justin. He'd told her at the bar that he wanted to marry her, to help her stay in the States.

Tutoring. Or a marriage for immigration. Either way, no man's motives are pure.

And Jane is due home in two and a half hours. And I have plenty of work on my desk I ought to plough threw this afternoon rather than blogging.

Home, sweet home

I'm amazed at some of what we can find on the internet. Here's my stomping grounds!

An invitation you can't refuse.

An invitation you can't refuse.
Originally uploaded by AnomalousNYC.

I don't know what more can really be said...

Reminds me of a former girlfriend -- another one during grad school. After evening classes, we'd go out to my car and make out, steaming the windows up. I'd get my entire fist in her; three fingers? Hell, three fingers was just the start... She'd get so wet, her legs spread from door to door. After getting her off by hand, I'd kneel on the floor mat in front of her and slide my hard cock in her gaping cunt. Oh, the delight.

A Chair

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Originally uploaded by Ryou in the box.

Found this pic at flicker. It reminds me of a chair at my parents' home. Many years ago, while in grad school for a bit, I lived at home. For a couple of months, my girlfriend lived in the house, too. We had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night, Amy would sneak into my room and then we would fuck like rabbits. Sometimes, we'd go out into the living room or my father's home office and screw on the couch or on a chair. In my father's office was a chair we both liked. For some reason, this pic reminds me of that chair, although, quite frankly, the chair from those grad school days doesn't really look anything like this chair. And Amy didn't look like this young lady. But, I'm reminded, for some reason, of those nights, anyway.

The chair is now in my parents' living room. I think the chair comes to me in their wills; fitting, I say.

Jane has left me alone

Memory failing II
Originally uploaded by :Nikola.

Jane has taken Miller and headed north to her mother's. For a weekend visit. The house is eerily quiet. Lilly has gone out with Nadia and Claudia. I hadn't met Claudia before; she came to the door earlier tonight and rang the bell. By the time I got downstairs, she'd tripped over next door to where Lilly is house sitting, and I only caught a glimpse of her; she looked cute. Lilly said poor Claudia hasn't had sex in two years. I could help her out...

In the mean time, my memory is failing...

Bachelor Party

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Originally uploaded by epauly.

Why is it that I never get invited to this kind of party?

Dancing Behind Glass

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Originally uploaded by JustinCaze.

And just where, exactly, do women dance topless in the water behind glass? 'Cause wherever it is, I want to go there.

;-)

Alone at the hotel

Why is it that when I travel, I spend so much time on the internet, surfing porn?

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... ;-)