Well, for those of you who are keeping track -- and I know a couple of you are -- Jane and I celebrated one year of, er, wedded bliss this past weekend.
Saturday night we went to Osaka's. Truthfully, Jane almost had to drag me. I was not really interested: the smoke, the bad singing, the drunks. But, I went. Jane really wanted to go. And, after what I did to her in the afternoon, well, I owed her.
In the afternoon, while Miller was down for his nap, we decided to get freaky. On the stairs. Our stairs leading to the third floor are open (you can see between the treads). So, Jane strips down and I'm on the landing and she stands on the tread above and we kiss. Pretty soon, she's on her knees and I'm drilling her from behind. You might remember we had a little disagreement over ass play, particularly with no lube. So I had lube, some of that Happy Ass stuff.
Didn't help.
So, anyway, we're at Osaka's. And Ellie, one of the waitresses, was dressed as a nurse. To die for. Jane spilled a drink at one point and Ellie came to wipe it up. We men could just stare at her cleavage as she went about her business.
I've decided I'm going to open a strip club and call it "The Emergency Room." The waitresses will all dress as sexy, slutty nurses.
Monday, October 31
Friday, October 28
Friday night, and I'm home with Miller
And Jane is at Osaka's some twenty minutes into her KJ gig.
We met up with Lilly on her breake and went to a greasy spoon for dinner. The juke box was blaring and Miller kept escaping to go dance up and down the aisle. He had a blast.
Me, I ate too much. The office secretary, a hot new college graduate, brought donuts from KKD this morning. Needless to say, I ate too many. The secretary, Mary Ellen, graduated from one of the state system schools. She couldn't find anything in her field of study -- psych or some such -- so she ended up at Plaid. I think she's somehow related to the owner. Or maybe he's banging her. I'm not so sure, but there's something.
Anyway, at the greasy spoon, I drank two vanilla milk shakes and had a huge burger. I feel like puking.
Then Jane drive off to Osaka's, and Miller and I came home. He's currently engrossed in Nemo.
I mentioned in my last post that Jane and I have had two really good sessions. She read the post and gave me shit. "You don't like the other times?" she asked.
Damn doghouse.
So anyway, the night she got back from New England and crawled into bed, we went at it like cats fighting over katnip. Recently, Jane bought a huge double-ended dildo. I brought the monster out of the closet and stuffed her full of it. The damn thing went in some ten or twelve inches. Jane can take big dick. She was loving it. I rammed that thing in and out of her wet pussy and she writhed loudly. Then I got behind her and we fucked doggie style (my favorite); I stuck a finger in her ass. She didn't like that at all. I think she wants me to use the analagesic Happy Ass shit. Anyway, we both came with the bed shaking all over.
In the morning, Dee -- would'd been sleeping two floors below -- said she could hear us going at it.
And then the next night we got frisky again. I was pretty bummed -- having discovered that I'd bounced a huge check. (Huge, as in "more than $4,500"). So, Jane decided I needed some perking up. She took my flacid cock in her mouth and soon it was standing at attention like a little general. And, like a little general, it wanted more attention. We fucked, but I wanted to come in her mouth. I ended up fucking her slutty mouth and coming all over her face and tits.
She loved it. She's a little cum slut. I need to treat her like the cum slut she is, as that seems to be when we (a) have the best sex and (b) get along the best.
And speaking of sluts. Lilly has decided that she and Melinda are going to start doing shows for bachelor parties. They think they can get $500 for an hour show. And she claims the show would just be the two of them going lesbo at it. I don't think any guy would stand for it. The damn groom would be begging to stuff one of them in some hole. Were Jane not to cut my nuts off, I'd do either of them.
And now, moving on to the blogosphere. I discovered shyflickrgirl; her blog is new, but has great potential. As does her photography. You can see them on flickr.
We met up with Lilly on her breake and went to a greasy spoon for dinner. The juke box was blaring and Miller kept escaping to go dance up and down the aisle. He had a blast.
Me, I ate too much. The office secretary, a hot new college graduate, brought donuts from KKD this morning. Needless to say, I ate too many. The secretary, Mary Ellen, graduated from one of the state system schools. She couldn't find anything in her field of study -- psych or some such -- so she ended up at Plaid. I think she's somehow related to the owner. Or maybe he's banging her. I'm not so sure, but there's something.
Anyway, at the greasy spoon, I drank two vanilla milk shakes and had a huge burger. I feel like puking.
Then Jane drive off to Osaka's, and Miller and I came home. He's currently engrossed in Nemo.
I mentioned in my last post that Jane and I have had two really good sessions. She read the post and gave me shit. "You don't like the other times?" she asked.
Damn doghouse.
So anyway, the night she got back from New England and crawled into bed, we went at it like cats fighting over katnip. Recently, Jane bought a huge double-ended dildo. I brought the monster out of the closet and stuffed her full of it. The damn thing went in some ten or twelve inches. Jane can take big dick. She was loving it. I rammed that thing in and out of her wet pussy and she writhed loudly. Then I got behind her and we fucked doggie style (my favorite); I stuck a finger in her ass. She didn't like that at all. I think she wants me to use the analagesic Happy Ass shit. Anyway, we both came with the bed shaking all over.
In the morning, Dee -- would'd been sleeping two floors below -- said she could hear us going at it.
And then the next night we got frisky again. I was pretty bummed -- having discovered that I'd bounced a huge check. (Huge, as in "more than $4,500"). So, Jane decided I needed some perking up. She took my flacid cock in her mouth and soon it was standing at attention like a little general. And, like a little general, it wanted more attention. We fucked, but I wanted to come in her mouth. I ended up fucking her slutty mouth and coming all over her face and tits.
She loved it. She's a little cum slut. I need to treat her like the cum slut she is, as that seems to be when we (a) have the best sex and (b) get along the best.
And speaking of sluts. Lilly has decided that she and Melinda are going to start doing shows for bachelor parties. They think they can get $500 for an hour show. And she claims the show would just be the two of them going lesbo at it. I don't think any guy would stand for it. The damn groom would be begging to stuff one of them in some hole. Were Jane not to cut my nuts off, I'd do either of them.
And now, moving on to the blogosphere. I discovered shyflickrgirl; her blog is new, but has great potential. As does her photography. You can see them on flickr.
Something about the color red
There's certainly something about the color red, isn't there.
A quick post this morning before heading off to the plant. I have much to post about: two recent sexcapades with Jane (sometimes there's no fire and then other times, damn, have an extinguisher standing by) and Lilly & Melinda's latest plan to make a little dough (doing shows for bachelor parties).
So, this weekend I'll carve out a little time to post some narrative... although Jane claims I spend way to much time in front of the computer. I told her I could become a typical man and spend the time sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching sports and have her fetch me beer after beer... she was okay with the watching sports... but I think she knew I'd never fall into that since watching a game has never really excited me.
Of course, there are some things I like to watch... but overall, participating is more fun than watching...
More to follow... thank goodness it's Friday.
A quick post this morning before heading off to the plant. I have much to post about: two recent sexcapades with Jane (sometimes there's no fire and then other times, damn, have an extinguisher standing by) and Lilly & Melinda's latest plan to make a little dough (doing shows for bachelor parties).
So, this weekend I'll carve out a little time to post some narrative... although Jane claims I spend way to much time in front of the computer. I told her I could become a typical man and spend the time sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching sports and have her fetch me beer after beer... she was okay with the watching sports... but I think she knew I'd never fall into that since watching a game has never really excited me.
Of course, there are some things I like to watch... but overall, participating is more fun than watching...
More to follow... thank goodness it's Friday.
Tuesday, October 25
The new American war
No, not Korea. Or Syria. Or Iran. Or a continuation of the War on Terror. I'm talking about something a little more fundamental and a little more likely to, in the long term, impact all of us.
I'm talking about the administration's new war on the First Ammendment. Check out this post for an overview.
Okay, so you didn't go to Lock & Ki for the overview. Here's the shorts:
We're not talking child porn here. We're talking adult sexual expression.
Step back. Do you remember what the First Ammendment says?
Let me highlight what is applicable here... Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech or of the press.
And, if history serves to teach us anything, it teaches us that once rights begin to be curtailed, it is a long and fast and slippery slope. If this week it's urination, then next week it could be any sexual content.
And, need I remind you, all I -- and all the other bloggers in America -- am doing is speech and press... And these, according to the Constitution, cannot be abridged.
So, think of this: this blog, having posted Callipygian's picture of Hope runs afoul of the Department of Justice's new war. And, likely, I've done run afoul in more than one way (since I don't have a signed affadvit that Hope is 18 and I doubt Callipygian does, either).
What do we want our government to focus on in terms of law enforcement. Check this out about the FBI in southern Miami this past summer:
So, folks, think on this. What rights of expression are you willing to give up? Are you willing to live in a society where free speech is non-existent. Are you willing to live where government regulates what you can say and who you can say it to and what topics you may speak on?
This is the long, dangerous, slippery slope to something none of us want.
I'm talking about the administration's new war on the First Ammendment. Check out this post for an overview.
Okay, so you didn't go to Lock & Ki for the overview. Here's the shorts:
Attorney General Alberto Gonzales has announced that his office will specifically target "bestiality, urination, defecation, as well as sadistic and masochistic behavior" in pursuing new obscenity prosecutions. The Department of Justice began recruiting in late July for a new anti-obscenity squad to pursue obscenity prosecutions, and the FBI announced in September that it was forming an anti-obscenity task force to crack down on pornography.Now, you may say you don't give a damn or this isn't going to impact you or whatever, but...
Any website that has content containing "bestiality, urination, defecation, as well as sadistic and masochistic behavior" should be forewarned that prosecution is possible. Additionally, Federal sentencing guidelines state that any obscenity- related punishment should be "enhanced for sadomasochistic material."
We're not talking child porn here. We're talking adult sexual expression.
Step back. Do you remember what the First Ammendment says?
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
Let me highlight what is applicable here... Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech or of the press.
And, if history serves to teach us anything, it teaches us that once rights begin to be curtailed, it is a long and fast and slippery slope. If this week it's urination, then next week it could be any sexual content.
And, need I remind you, all I -- and all the other bloggers in America -- am doing is speech and press... And these, according to the Constitution, cannot be abridged.
So, think of this: this blog, having posted Callipygian's picture of Hope runs afoul of the Department of Justice's new war. And, likely, I've done run afoul in more than one way (since I don't have a signed affadvit that Hope is 18 and I doubt Callipygian does, either).
What do we want our government to focus on in terms of law enforcement. Check this out about the FBI in southern Miami this past summer:
When FBI supervisors in Miami met with new interim U.S. Attorney Alex Acosta last month, they wondered what the top enforcement priority for Acosta and Attorney General Alberto Gonzales would be.Why this focus? Well, it is, of course, political in nature.
Would it be terrorism? Organized crime? Narcotics trafficking? Immigration? Or maybe public corruption?
The agents were stunned to learn that a top prosecutorial priority of Acosta and the Department of Justice was none of the above. Instead, Acosta told them, it's obscenity. Not pornography involving children, but pornographic material featuring consenting adults.
Acosta's stated goal of prosecuting distributors of adult porn has angered federal and local law enforcement officials, as well as prosecutors in his own office. They say there are far more important issues in a high-crime area like South Florida, which is an international hub at risk for terrorism, money laundering and other dangerous activities.
His own prosecutors have warned Acosta that prioritizing adult porn would reduce resources for prosecuting other crimes, including porn involving children. According to high-level sources who did not want to be identified, Acosta has assigned prosecutors porn cases over their objections.
Acosta, who told the Daily Business Review last month that prosecuting obscenity was a priority for Gonzales, did not return calls for comment.
With the rapid growth of Internet pornography, stamping out obscene material has become a major concern for the Bush administration's powerful Christian conservative supporters. The Mississippi-based American Family Association and other Christian conservative groups have pressured the Justice Department to take action against pornography. The family association has sent weekly letters to U.S. attorneys around the country to pressure them to pursue the makers and distributors of pornography.Now, I'm not going to go into a rant about the right or the left (or the radical center, to which I espouse), but I am going to say this: Is this what we want?
So, folks, think on this. What rights of expression are you willing to give up? Are you willing to live in a society where free speech is non-existent. Are you willing to live where government regulates what you can say and who you can say it to and what topics you may speak on?
This is the long, dangerous, slippery slope to something none of us want.
Monday, October 24
I've gotten lost in this damn flickr
I have been stumbling about flickr for a couple of hours. I'm just amazed. Find a picture I like (such as this one, captioned "in bed in Palerme while on honeymoon") and with one click can be at someone else's photostream and looking at more excellent pictures. Start here or here and you'll see what I mean. But, be sure to set aside a good couple of hours; you'll be sure to be drawn in.
You can leave your hat on...
I stumbled across this picture, and it reminded me of Alex.
Sorry, Jane.
Okay, enough about that for the moment. An update on the continuing saga of the four sisters.you've been in love less thaI Jane called from Connecticut. The judge ruled against Dee. Evidently the fact that Dee lives in Louisanna and the hospitals in New Orleans are closed -- and thus not available for some of the surgery her middle child needs -- was enough for the judge to rule in her ex's favor. She has until November 15th to deliver the children to him.
you've been in love less thaI
I'm waiting to see the order. My suspicion is that he will have the kids actually living with his parents; I'm wondering if the order by the judge will allow that.
Oh, and here's a little something to just add to the fire as you think about Dee and her ex, Mark. Dee met Mark when he was married to another women. Mark divorced his first wife to marry Dee. Mark met his third wife, as discussed below, while married to Dee.
Anyone want to take a guess as to how long it will be before he ends up in the sack and ditches Wife-Number-Three for Number-Four?
As noted at Just One Bite,
So, I wonder what ever happened to Alex? And, damn, I love hormones.
;-)
Sorry, Jane.
Okay, enough about that for the moment. An update on the continuing saga of the four sisters.you've been in love less thaI Jane called from Connecticut. The judge ruled against Dee. Evidently the fact that Dee lives in Louisanna and the hospitals in New Orleans are closed -- and thus not available for some of the surgery her middle child needs -- was enough for the judge to rule in her ex's favor. She has until November 15th to deliver the children to him.
you've been in love less thaI
I'm waiting to see the order. My suspicion is that he will have the kids actually living with his parents; I'm wondering if the order by the judge will allow that.
Oh, and here's a little something to just add to the fire as you think about Dee and her ex, Mark. Dee met Mark when he was married to another women. Mark divorced his first wife to marry Dee. Mark met his third wife, as discussed below, while married to Dee.
Anyone want to take a guess as to how long it will be before he ends up in the sack and ditches Wife-Number-Three for Number-Four?
As noted at Just One Bite,
If you've been in love less than a year, you're still under the influence of hormones. That hormonal rush wears off, so don't make any rash decisions until you can be sure you're thinking clearly. Really. You think your situation is different, but give it time to let the equalizing influence of biology pass.n a year, you're still under the influence of hormones. That hormonal rush wears off, so don't make any rash decisions until you can be sure you're thinking clearly. Really. You think your situation is different, but give it time to let the equalizing influence of biology pass.Now there's food for thought. Wish I'd had that insight 25 years ago. Or 20 years ago. Or 15 years ago. Or 10 years ago. Or... hell, you get the picture, I'm sure.
So, I wonder what ever happened to Alex? And, damn, I love hormones.
;-)
Lilly and Melinda
Well, the plot thickens. I'm not even sure where to start.
Halloween Party this past weekend. Wicker came dressed as a woman, wearing a dress, heels, and stockings. Had the biggest boobs I've seen in a long time. Damn, he was ugly. Melinda came dressed as a construction worker.
Today, Monday, Jane is in Connecticut with her sister, Dee. Dee's the sister with three kids. And, it's the three kids that have driven them to NNadiaew England. Seems Dee's former husband made an emergency petition to the courts to get full and sole custody of their three children. This asshole is in the Navy & dumped Dee for a recruit; hell, she wasn't even a recruit; she was a prospect. He was serving as a recruiter and decided to bed down one of his prospects. But that's not what frosts my ass the most. What frosts my ass the most is that for months he makes no attempt to see the kids and calls infrequently, and now he's decided he wants the whole ball of wax. So, Dee flew in on Saturday; Jane left the party -- Hello? It was her party! -- and went to the airport to get Dee. I would'a gone, but Jane is afraid I'd boink Dee. Yesterday they headed north for the twelve or fourteen hour or whatever drive to Connecticut. Jane wanted to go and support her sister, so I'm funding the trip to the tune of $500 or so.
No, I have no feelings about that. Not at all.
So, Lilly shows up late for the party. Dressed as a cat. Now there's a pussy I could pet. She brought Nadia, Nadiathe Russian, with her. Nadia didn't have a costume; with her, er, well, she didn't need one. I was on the back porch getting a beer and Nadia came out. I told her she still needed tutoring; er, and I was just the person to help her. (A couple weeks ago, I picked up Lilly at Dillards to give her a ride home, and Nadia was there; it was raining and they asked if I could drive Nadia home, too. Of course. So, on the drive over to her place, we get talking about aduNadialt toys and sex in general and it seems that Nadia has been fairly straight-laced. She needs someone to stoke her wild side. While Lilly has never been taken on a proper date to a fancy restaurant -- she's way to easy -- Nadia hasn't been written like a horse; she's way vanilla. Anyway, it came out that Nadia has no toys & has never used them.) So, I'm willing to help out. And then she tells me, "Simon, I'm moving to Miami." The former boyfriend, think I, and she confirms it. Damn the luck.
So, after the party Lilly and MNadiaelinda and Wicker and Dee and Nadia stumble off to Lilly's pad. I can only imagine what might have happened and what Lilly would have wanted to happen. She's been trying to get into Nadia's pants for months. Melinda took less than a week. Nadia, well, it ain't ever going to happen. Dee ended up coming back here to our place, so I'm pretty certain that Lilly and Melinda and Wicker got nekkid and did the wild thing.
Last night I'm talking with Jesse, our neighbor, and she tells me she thinks Lilly is a little confused. I'm thinking, "No way. Lilly's not confused. She's just horny."
As to my non-voyeuristic sex life, it's spuradic. We had a good session Saturday morning; and then Ralph burst into the room with the phone for me. Jane and I were intwined; thank goodness we'd finished and were still under the quilts.
Halloween Party this past weekend. Wicker came dressed as a woman, wearing a dress, heels, and stockings. Had the biggest boobs I've seen in a long time. Damn, he was ugly. Melinda came dressed as a construction worker.
Today, Monday, Jane is in Connecticut with her sister, Dee. Dee's the sister with three kids. And, it's the three kids that have driven them to NNadiaew England. Seems Dee's former husband made an emergency petition to the courts to get full and sole custody of their three children. This asshole is in the Navy & dumped Dee for a recruit; hell, she wasn't even a recruit; she was a prospect. He was serving as a recruiter and decided to bed down one of his prospects. But that's not what frosts my ass the most. What frosts my ass the most is that for months he makes no attempt to see the kids and calls infrequently, and now he's decided he wants the whole ball of wax. So, Dee flew in on Saturday; Jane left the party -- Hello? It was her party! -- and went to the airport to get Dee. I would'a gone, but Jane is afraid I'd boink Dee. Yesterday they headed north for the twelve or fourteen hour or whatever drive to Connecticut. Jane wanted to go and support her sister, so I'm funding the trip to the tune of $500 or so.
No, I have no feelings about that. Not at all.
So, Lilly shows up late for the party. Dressed as a cat. Now there's a pussy I could pet. She brought Nadia, Nadiathe Russian, with her. Nadia didn't have a costume; with her, er, well, she didn't need one. I was on the back porch getting a beer and Nadia came out. I told her she still needed tutoring; er, and I was just the person to help her. (A couple weeks ago, I picked up Lilly at Dillards to give her a ride home, and Nadia was there; it was raining and they asked if I could drive Nadia home, too. Of course. So, on the drive over to her place, we get talking about aduNadialt toys and sex in general and it seems that Nadia has been fairly straight-laced. She needs someone to stoke her wild side. While Lilly has never been taken on a proper date to a fancy restaurant -- she's way to easy -- Nadia hasn't been written like a horse; she's way vanilla. Anyway, it came out that Nadia has no toys & has never used them.) So, I'm willing to help out. And then she tells me, "Simon, I'm moving to Miami." The former boyfriend, think I, and she confirms it. Damn the luck.
So, after the party Lilly and MNadiaelinda and Wicker and Dee and Nadia stumble off to Lilly's pad. I can only imagine what might have happened and what Lilly would have wanted to happen. She's been trying to get into Nadia's pants for months. Melinda took less than a week. Nadia, well, it ain't ever going to happen. Dee ended up coming back here to our place, so I'm pretty certain that Lilly and Melinda and Wicker got nekkid and did the wild thing.
Last night I'm talking with Jesse, our neighbor, and she tells me she thinks Lilly is a little confused. I'm thinking, "No way. Lilly's not confused. She's just horny."
As to my non-voyeuristic sex life, it's spuradic. We had a good session Saturday morning; and then Ralph burst into the room with the phone for me. Jane and I were intwined; thank goodness we'd finished and were still under the quilts.
Wednesday, October 12
I'm really not hip
So Jane says to me last night, "You know, those girls you posted a pic of are really young."
"Huh?" I replied.
"Young, honey," she says. "They're under age."
I dumbfounded she can tell the difference between 19 and 21. "How can you tell?" I asked smuggly.
"Because of the big X on her hand."
And I'm so ancient I didn't even pick up on the X, plainly showing... and likely wouldn't have known what it was if I had seen it...
"Huh?" I replied.
"Young, honey," she says. "They're under age."
I dumbfounded she can tell the difference between 19 and 21. "How can you tell?" I asked smuggly.
"Because of the big X on her hand."
And I'm so ancient I didn't even pick up on the X, plainly showing... and likely wouldn't have known what it was if I had seen it...
Tuesday, October 11
There's got to be a story behind this pic...
... but I have no idea what it is.
As to the story I promised earlier today, Jane went to Osaka's on Saturday night. She went with Lilly and Melinda and Anne (from Sam and Anne at North Carolina Life, the swingers' club we haven't visited in a while). So, anyway, the four of them are at Osakas and evidently Anne had a bit much to drink (like way too much) and she had her hands all over Jane's legs, caressing and hoping for some action. Jane drove Anne home and evidently Anne wanted a little kiss on the doorstep; Jane reported it wasn't a little kiss and their hands were all over the place, as were their tongues. Jane had to stop for fear of the neighbors; Anne was too drunk to care. Meanwhile, Sam was inside hoping Jane would come in and they could relive their threesome from months ago.
And, in the car, Lilly and Melinda were making out. The whole time Jane and Anne were on the doorstep and on the trip home.
I can only imagine.
They got back to Lilly's place and her roomate was drunk and puking in the bathroom. After an hour of fun, they adjourned to Lilly's room and evidently made enough raucus to wake the dead. Oh, I like a woman like that.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering what's up with this picture.
As to the story I promised earlier today, Jane went to Osaka's on Saturday night. She went with Lilly and Melinda and Anne (from Sam and Anne at North Carolina Life, the swingers' club we haven't visited in a while). So, anyway, the four of them are at Osakas and evidently Anne had a bit much to drink (like way too much) and she had her hands all over Jane's legs, caressing and hoping for some action. Jane drove Anne home and evidently Anne wanted a little kiss on the doorstep; Jane reported it wasn't a little kiss and their hands were all over the place, as were their tongues. Jane had to stop for fear of the neighbors; Anne was too drunk to care. Meanwhile, Sam was inside hoping Jane would come in and they could relive their threesome from months ago.
And, in the car, Lilly and Melinda were making out. The whole time Jane and Anne were on the doorstep and on the trip home.
I can only imagine.
They got back to Lilly's place and her roomate was drunk and puking in the bathroom. After an hour of fun, they adjourned to Lilly's room and evidently made enough raucus to wake the dead. Oh, I like a woman like that.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering what's up with this picture.
Caught at Clutch
I think there's something in life I'm missing out on... Er, excuse me, can I get a piece of this?
For those of you who are wondering about my real life, suffice it to say that the ebbs and flows of life continue on. I went to the doc yesterday for a med check and convinced him to up my Zoloft 'script: need to get rid of the blue haze that has been creeping back into my space.
Jane has taken a job at Osaka's as a Kareoke Jock (KJ?) hooking people up for their time under the spotlight. She's got Friday nights -- a hopping night -- and whenever else they call her. I haven't had a chance to see her in action, yet, as they don't allow kids and I seem to always have the Miller watch when she heads to work.
The last week or so has found us bumping uglies a bit. The other night we went out for a date -- Lilly watched Miller -- but we only got the meal and entertainment part (dinner at Sonic... I know, not the most romantic, but, hey, it was just us... and then Serenity, the movie... which I recommend); when we got home there was Miller, so the sex part didn't exactly happen. So it was really just 2/3 of a date.
The night before, Jane had gone to Osaka's to party. She went with Lilly and Melinda; there's a story there that I'll post later... Oh yes, there's a story there... ;-)
For those of you who are wondering about my real life, suffice it to say that the ebbs and flows of life continue on. I went to the doc yesterday for a med check and convinced him to up my Zoloft 'script: need to get rid of the blue haze that has been creeping back into my space.
Jane has taken a job at Osaka's as a Kareoke Jock (KJ?) hooking people up for their time under the spotlight. She's got Friday nights -- a hopping night -- and whenever else they call her. I haven't had a chance to see her in action, yet, as they don't allow kids and I seem to always have the Miller watch when she heads to work.
The last week or so has found us bumping uglies a bit. The other night we went out for a date -- Lilly watched Miller -- but we only got the meal and entertainment part (dinner at Sonic... I know, not the most romantic, but, hey, it was just us... and then Serenity, the movie... which I recommend); when we got home there was Miller, so the sex part didn't exactly happen. So it was really just 2/3 of a date.
The night before, Jane had gone to Osaka's to party. She went with Lilly and Melinda; there's a story there that I'll post later... Oh yes, there's a story there... ;-)
Sunday, September 25
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. ;-)
Thursday, September 22
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.
Saturday, September 17
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.
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, September 16
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.
"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.
Thursday, September 15
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.
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.
Saturday, August 27
My dream last night
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?
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
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.
