I have no idea why it's happening. Maybe it's some repressed anger expressed in a sexual way. Maybe it's a deep desire to feel wanted. Maybe, deep down, I just want a good old fashioned grudge fuck. I'm sure every pop psychologist in the blog-o-sphere can chime in. But several nights over the last few weeks I've had very erotic dreams about my ex-wife. I'd be curious to know how often this happened. How many people have dreams about their ex's? The details aren't really worth repeating on here. But it's happened enough to peak my curiousity about the inner workings of my brain.

Tonight is our annual halloween party. Or rather one of our friend's party. It's where Mrs and I first met. Although, we knew each other for 2 or 3 years before we actually started dating. Maybe my dreams are a timing thing. My ex and I separated about a week before Halloween. A friend invited me to this party. I had never met any of these people before. They soon became the core of my new "crowd". I travelled to Mardi Gras with them. We hung out together. I dated another person from this group for a while. We all experienced each others weddings, babies etc. The party used to be a wild time. We would stay up until 4 or 5am drinking until we passed out and did so wherever we stood. I woke up one morning on the living room floor with 10 other people piled in various poses with various people all passed out around me. Lately it's been pretty lame. Last year was awful. Everyone was gone by mid-night. Those that stuck around nursed our beers and complained about how lame everyone was. One of the people there last year (the girl I dated for a while) was usually the life of the party. Coercing everyone into doing shots. Leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. But last year she was very pregnant and not drinking. We teased her that she wouldn't be able to hold her liquor by the time the party rolled around this year. She adamantly denied it. We made a little bet that we'd see who would be left standing (based on a previous bet.. it's a long story I'll tell some other time). I heard she may not even be there this time.

I can say personally I think the difference is in our relationships. When I first met the group, we were all single. There were a bunch of "couples". But none were married. I think this added a level of... sexual tension in the air. There were no swinging nights or anything like that. But there was definitely more sexual energy. Now the couples are married and have babies. The party also moved as the host's family grew and they moved to bigger and nicer houses. The tension is gone. We're complacent in our own settings. Marriage added a degree of... finality to our relationships. X is with Y forever. We've also "matured". It's one thing to party in the house furnished with the college couches and a board placed on 2 milk crates for a coffee table. It's another to "party" in the family room with the kids toy box in the corner by the recently reupholstered sofa in the remodelled living room.

Last year we all lamented how the party has become so lame. But no one had any ideas how to revive it. We left it hanging out there all year long without any other ideas until suddenly, tonight, it's time to do it again. I'm not sure what to expect this year. I have a feeling it will be lame again. I get the distinct impression the hosts aren't that into it. A party has to have energy and it starts with the hosts. I don't have high hopes for it.

Mrs and I have been toying with the idea of starting some crazy new traditional party. Maybe a throwback to our college days. Maybe a "toga" party or something. Our "Cinco de Mayo" party seemed to go over pretty well. But we made it early so people could bring their kids. Maybe an adult-only toga party. I'd like to suggest a pajama party. But I'm not really sure I want to see our crowd in lingerie.

Hmmm.... ideas...ideas..

I've never been much of a "sports" fan. I love watching football. I like to play some sports. Watching baseball, basketball, golf etc. to me is akin to watching grass grow. It just doesn't do it for me. But I will say GO SOX!! If for no other reason than to put that fucking curse talk away. It's all I've heard about for a year. Curse curse curse.

Last night was pool night again. It was pretty uneventful. I talked smack to B. There's nothing else to do. Yet again Work C failed to show up. I've decided this is my last session. At least on this team. Work C wants to start another team closer to my home. I have absolutely no reason to believe he would be any more reliable on "our own" team. So I think I'm just going to either quit or find a team to join without him. Call me idealistic, and Hank Hill if you will, but if I tell someone I'm going to do something, I do it. Period. I didn't want to shoot this session. But through an unfortunate series of events and timing I waited too long to quit the team. I wanted to see how things would shake out with A and the new team members. By the time I realized it was going to suck it was really too late to quit. I guess I could've. But I don't like leaving people in a lurch. So I've been playing like it's any other session. I show up. I do my best. I win some and I lose some. Either way I give it my best. When I quit this session I will feel good that I went out swinging 'till the end of the session.

I keep saying it and saying it and yet I get sucked into the trap over and over. I need to cut Work C from all but my work life. He is not a good influence. He's also a dangerous friend. There is a guy at work, S, who was a political hire. He used to work for us a long time ago and quit to do a few businesses with his wife. His arrival on our team was through a series of backstabbing, political moves, and personal vendettas. None of it was his fault. He wanted to come back. Several higher ups pulled all the shady maneuvers to bring him back. Work C has pounded on him relentlessly. Makes snied comments. All but calls him incompetent to his face. This from a man who sat on his ass for 4 years without doing ANYTHING. S does a lot of dumb shit. He was out of the business for about 4 years. His skills are a bit rusty. My favorite was the time when we were all discussing a problem with ssh (secure shell for you non-geeks). It's a core technology for us. We use it to connect to EVERYTHING. S said "What's ssh?" After about 10 seconds of stunned silence, the whole group fell on the floor laughing hysterically. Ok... he asked for that one. But all in all he's a good guy. He didn't know people were getting shit on so he could get hired back. As a human, he doesn't deserve the level on animosity from Work C.

Most of the guys on my team go to lunch together. We can get pretty rowdy. We talk shit about everyone and no one is safe. One day S was the topic. He is going out for back surgery in about a month. He'll be out for about 8 weeks on short term disability while he recovers. I said, in a wild assed theory that is totally unfounded and definitely tongue in cheek "I think S is here for the insurance. He has all these side businesses making money hand over fist. I bet he uses the company insurance to get his back done. Get's paid disability. Then quits when it's all over". The other day, I'm sitting in my cube working (ha!) when I hear, over the cube walls, Work C talking to S. He said "Well, Mr thinks you're just here for the insurance. That you'll quit as soon as your surgery is over". I was stunned. I couldn't believe he said that. Although, by now I should expect it. After S left I poked my head in his cube and said "Don't tell people what I think about them. That's MY job. Not yours!!" He acted like it was no big deal. I found out later S went to the Boss and told him how upset he was that this was the perception.

He did the same thing on the pool team. When N and L joined the team, a lot of the team was pissed. J bumped A to make room. L has a reputation for getting drunk and starting fights. None of the girls wanted to be anywhere near her. We were sitting around before the matches started one day. Work C leans over to N and says, "I've heard no one wants L on the team. B said she didn't like L and she doesn't want to hang around" Of course N went over to B and started bitching her out. Afterwards, I was sitting at a table with she and J and a couple of other people. She was pissed that someone would use her name "just to start something". Another case of him running his mouth when he had absolutely no business doing so.

These type of things happen. And I vow to cut him from my life because he's just so selfish and out of control. But then I'll start to warm back up and the next thing I know he's doing something like that again. Sometimes I just wish he'd quit. At work, on some things he's great. But no one seems to notice that on other things he can never work alone. Someone always has to do part of his job for him. If he's not working with someone it never gets done. But he runs his mouth like the team would never survive without him. Hell, he's even started taking credit for things other people did. All in all he evens out to a mediocre employee. His mouth and attitude offset the really great things he does. If you ask anyone what they think about him their answer is always conflicted.

Ok... I didn't intend to go off on a rant.

For some reason this set of pictures really spoke to me this morning...

I think I may need to start a stats section. Little things like... days without sex... days without blowjob... attempts to eat Mrs... (or maybe that one is better as a ratio ie attempts vs. successes)... average number of porn videos viewed on internet per day... average number of times masturbating per week... I could go on and on.

On one hand it'd be an interesting experiment. On the other I'm afraid it would confirm what I already suspect. The results may be way more depressing than the theory.

The reason I mention this is I finally got a blow job from Mrs. I came home yesterday and noticed Mrs rear tire was dangerously low. This was the 3rd time I've noticed it. She said "Maybe I should take it to the shop". Which is an instant blow to the male ego. WHAT?!?? Take it to a MECHANIC?!?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?! I CAN FIX THIS!!! So I busted out my tools. I know all you need as a jack and a tire iron, but really you can't have too many tools. That and it looks way more impressive to use the "impact wrench" to remove the lugs etc. It probably took me longer to gather the equipment than it would've just to use the damned tire iron. But that's not the point. I found the offending nail then removed and plugged it.

When I went back inside to clean up I noticed a HUGE stain on the carpet. OK... maybe not huge. It was about the size of a shoe. Apparently, Mrs spilled coffee on the carpet, then tried to clean it by grinding it into the fibers with a washcloth in spite of the fact that we own not 1 but 2 carpet cleaners!! So I attacked the carpet with the cleaner. I went through an entire bucket of cleaning fluids on the one spot. It was beautiful (of course this morning the stain was back proving that you should NEVER grind a stain into the carpet because once it's in the pad it'll just come back). Apparently all my domestic effort earned me a blow job. Woohoo.

Which brings me to this post over at J1B. She writes:

I may give a bonus blowjob or be too angry to fuck sometimes, but that's not the same as acting like sex is a doggie treat, to be awarded when someone I like performs a trick and taken away when he misbehaves. I'm sure the people behind this site think that they're being progressive, but in fact, that's the way sexually-repressed people act, viewing sex as a chore and therefore something their partners have to "earn". I find that manipulative and offensive.

I have to agree. However, put Anne Coulter on her knees by the exit of the polls...

Ugh!! Last week ended in a flurry or work crises and late nights. We had a system suffer catastrophic hardware failures. I missed round 1 but caught every bit of the follow up rounds. I'm starting to get too old for these all night work parties. I spent the rest of the weekend "recovering". Anyway...

Piper over at Piper's Place wrote:

He's one of the few guys who doesn't need to be guided into pussy. Have you ever noticed how clumsy some guys are when entering you? Sometimes I feel like I should have a flashlight in either hand and wave them in, like those guys at the airport guiding planes in.

Ok ladies. I take it from this comment that to be "guided in" implies a degree of sexual inexperience. As in we don't know where to find it. I ask, do we have eyes down there? I know it's called the "one eyed willy" but IT'S JUST AN EXPRESSION!! Seriously though. Is it that much of a turn on for a man to "just slide in"? I can say, without a doubt, I know every inch of Mrs and rarely can I just, "pop it in"? Is there something wrong with me? It's not like I've never been with a woman before. I had an argument with a female friend of mine the other day about number of sexual partners. I never really felt the need to quantify but I was a bit miffed and decided to count. I was surprised to discover that I was almost out of fingers and toes etc. I've been told I'm very talented in the oral department. A told me the first time I ate her pussy that it was the fastest she'd ever cum. So I know where things are and what to do with them. Am I a freak that I need a little guidance to penetrate?

On a completely different subject, I am attending my first conference in several years in Atlanta in November. Any other bloggers going to be in that area the week of November 14th? I feel that familiar itch of mischief creeping up on me.

Big shout out to DTG at Pussy Talk (in my link list to the right) for the reciprocal link. Thank you very much!


I had a dream the other night that is so out of character for me. I think I could do this if I knew ahead of time this was the agenda. But never out of the blue for fear of freaking my partner out. The amazing thing was this was the first actual wet dream I've had since my freshman year in college.

I walked to the front door in broad daylight on an oppressively hot summer day. The house was an average house, in an average neighborhood. There were kids playing in the yard a couple of doors down. I've never seen the house. In the dream it was familiar to me. As if I had been there often. I knocked on the door. A woman answered. She was beautiful. Dark hair. Large blue eyes. Her breasts were absolutely stunning. She had a waist I could almost reach both hands around. Again, I do not know her. Again in the dream it felt as if I knew her for years. She was wearing cotton shorts. The kind you wear while working out or lounging about the house. Her shirt left her belly button exposed. She was not wearing a bra. She looked at me nervously. I said "Invite me in". More of a command than a request. She backed into the house, her eyes on me the whole time. I closed the door behind me. She continued to back away. I followed, almost stalking her. She continued backwards until she bumped into a wall. She splayed her hands against the wall at her side. I reached up with my left hand and slowly, almost gingerly at first worked my fingers into a handful of her hair. I heard her breath quicken. I brought her mouth to mine, my tongue invading her mouth. She whimpered, a cry at the invasion of her mouth, a cry of lust for more. I slid my right hand up her thigh and into her shorts leg. She was not wearing any underwear. I drove a finger deep into her cunt. She was almost dripping. Her legs gave a little. She whimpered again. Abruptly I pulled away, my hand still entangled in her hair. Her eyes, full of lust, pleaded with me. Using my grip on her hair I pulled and turned her so she was facing away. I used her hair as a handle and pushed/pulled her towards the bedroom. When we reached the foot of the bed I pushed her down on the bed. She was on her knees with her face pressed into the mattress. My hand never released her hair. With my right hand I grabbed the waist of her shorts and yanked them down to her knees. I buried a finger in her pussy. She moaned. I growled "Shut the fuck up!" and tightened my grip on her hair. I drove my fingers deeper while letting my thumb drift to her asshole. I could feel her trying to push back against my hand. I pulled my fingers out of her. She cried out. I shouted "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" I freed my enraged cock from my jeans with my right hand. I held her face pressed against the mattress with my left still entangled in her hair. I pulled against her hair so that she rose up on all fours. I used my knees to force her legs apart as I pressed my cock against her pussy. She was so wet I almost slid in without any effort. I held myself there, the tip of my cock just in the folds of her pussy. She began to pant as she tried to force herself back on it. I gripped her hair tighter and growled "What do you want?" She said in a breathless whisper "fuck me". I used her hair like a set of reigns and pulled her back impaling her on my cock. She cried out and began to shudder. I pulled her hair tighter and leaned to her neck and whispered "NOT... YET!" Her panting becamed dangerously close to hyperventilating. I could feel her juices run down my balls. She squeezed her pussy trying anything to get a release. I held her just a moment longer, then let go. Her hair fell cascaded over her face as she let her head fall down. She threw herself back onto my cock over and over. After a few thrusts she cried out as she started shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed her hips and thrust myself as deeply as I could and exploded into her. We both collapsed in a heap on the bed.

I woke up in a pool of cum. Mrs was already in the shower. I quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned up. The whole time I was cleaning I could here her last whisper of the dream "See you tommorrow?"

Another hot post about outdoor sex over at Pussy Talk.

The only real problem with sex outside around here is the bugs. Mosquitos are awful. The couple of times A and I went to a park, we snuck inside what appeared to be a maintenance shack. I can only imagine trying to explain to Mrs the big whelps on my ass had we gone for full on fucking outside.

It's still a great fantasy though. Maybe after a couple of cold snaps kills off the mosquitos it'd be fun. A trip to a nature trail. Nice secluded spot away from people. Warm bodys pressing together in the crisp autum air. Hmm..

I have a good friend, and former lover I email at least once a week for the last 7 years or so. We met through work and had a brief long distance fling. We've been close ever since.

I'm coming to the conclusion that (aside from me of course) she makes the worst choices in men. I'm also noticing a distinct pattern here. She was in another long distance relationship for about 4 years with someone many years younger than her. I'm not talking someone fresh out of high school. But someone approaching his 30s. She just turned 40. This guy either had prior or developed during their relationship serious medical problems. She spent a significant amount of effort and money travelling to his home (1/2 way across the country from her) to be with him during surgeries etc. She took care of him after various operations. She even helped make medical decisions. Towards the end of their relationship he really started getting an attitude with her. He would blow her off and say mean things. I couldn't really say this to her because over time she's gained a fair amount of weight, but he sounded like a young guy who had a fling with Mrs. Robinson and was embarassed of her. I told her she really needed to take a close look at the relationship because after all of her effort and care, she deserved better treatment.

During the last phase of their breakup, an aquaintance she knew for several years told her how much he loved her and how he had watched in the wings in pain over the way she was treated etc. etc. He sounded like a great guy to me. She asked my opinion and I told her she needed to be damn certain he wasn't "rebound" guy if she thought there was a chance he could be Mr. Right. I also said she deserved someone who would say the things he said to her when he professed his love.

I got an e-mail from her yesterday about a trip they took together. He lives 1/2 across the country as well. Apparently, mr New Guy is a 32 yr old virgin. Can we detect a pattern here? When we chatted about the upcoming trip she implied he was sexually inexperienced. To ME, this said he had been married or in a long term relationship where it was the same way, once or twice a year. I know people who live like this. I don't understand it. But it happens. I didn't read it as NEVER had sex before! On top of that, he apparently hasn't dated since high school!!

Her question was about popping his cherry. Apparently there are problems with him keeping it up. I'm so astounded at the situation I don't even know where to begin to help her out. I can only imagine the stress this guy is under (see Sept 28 post). Had I known he was a virgin I think I would've said "You don't need this kind of emotional stress on the heels of a break up". Now they've gotten together for "friendly" weekends. As in they were just hanging out and testing the waters. A long distance date if you will. Now she's decided to take it to the next level. So to me, it's a little late to say "RUN!!!!" Being "inexperienced" isnt' that big a deal to me. But a 32 yr old virgin?!?! I didn't know those existed in the male species. To me this just smacks of emotional dependence. Kind of like the physical dependence of her last bf. The similarities between the two are eery.

Oi Vey!

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Pool night... sigh... It's not what it used to be.

It was generally a boring night. I won. The team won. The team we played last night was a rival of sorts. They're sort of the screwballs from our home bar. Losing to them would've been a HUGE insult. Fortunately we pulled it out.

E came by for about 30 seconds. Long enough to buy "us" a shot. Except she did hers over at the bar. Then brought mine as she was leaving. I only agreed to do one because she pushed me to. Then she only sat there while I did my half and then left immediately after.

After I left, I called her to harrass her. B answered her phone. I said "There's a pool calling our names" (see the skinny dipping post). B said "You just left me. What are we going to do about this attraction (like I didn't know it was B)". I said "I told you, there's a pool with our name on it. Let's go". She said "You know who this is right?". I replied "Of course, let's go". Then she handed the phone to E. The conversation went as usual. Let's get into trouble. I can't. Blah blah blah.

On the way out Work C told me he and his brother were going to a local strip joint. As much as I'd like to go, I just didn't feel like going with him. That and I'm broke as hell right now. I can't go in one of those places without dropping at least $200.

I was home and in bed by 11:00.

When I was in college, my friend K told me about fantasies she had about having sex in public. Not out in the open per se. But in dangerous places. Such as at night in the botanical gardens near the campus. In the glass elevator of a parking garage overlooking the city where she worked. I was way too young and scared of authority back then. "What if we got caught?!" It's taken me years and years, but until recently, I never ventured out into the open per se. When A and I were "riding" at lunch we frequently went to a seldom seen park and snuck into what appeared to be a maintenance shed. One day we went to a much more public park and walked down a trail to a spot where the shrubs sort of protected us. Lastly, Mrs and I had fun on our boat up on the lake on what turned out to be the brightest full moon we'll experience for something like 75 years. I've definitely warmed up to the idea.

In keeping with this theme, todays entry at Pussy Talk is incredibly hot.

Not sure what to think about this.

Or this

This is an interesting article about the weapons of mass destruction or lack thereof in Iraq. It basically backs what I read with the WMD commission reports stating EVERYONE in Iraq thought they had them.

I've had alls I can stand and I can't stands no more.

I'm SO sick of hearing liberals who can't think for themselves. Touting the party line. Saying whatever Kerry said in his "Nuh uh" campaign. I watched the debates. I read and read. I've come away thinking the same thing every time. Kerry is like some little 4 year old brat. Whatever Bush says, he says "Nuh uh". I've heard "I have a plan"... "I have a plan"... "I have a plan" so many fucking times and yet he says "I can't go into that here". WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO?!?! THIS IS WHAT THE DEBATES ARE FUCKING FOR?!?! And the misrepresentation makes me want to throw something at the TV. Bush's tax plan gave tax breaks only to the top 2%?!? Everyone out there raise their hands who got the $400 check back from the government. I make WAY less than $200k and I got one. Oh but wait. Bush also is the only President to reduce taxes during a war and yet Kerry wants to give ADDITIONAL tax breaks?!?! Talk about flip flopping.

I really didn't want this to become a political tirade. I just finished my daily reads and feel like I'm going to puke. THINK FOR YOUR DAMN SELVES PEOPLE!! I would have so much more respect for their opinions if they weren't coming across as little Michael Moore clones. Oh Halliburton!! Never mind that a) no one else bid on many of the jobs and b) both Cheney AND Halliburton were cleared of any kind of wrong doing by federal auditors. READ THE FUCKING NEWS PEOPLE!! Oh wait. It was FEDERAL auditors and therefore Cheney must've bought them. I forgot there always has to be a conspiracy. This is as stupid as the right wing throwing out all of those numbers about Clinton and all the people who died around him who were involved with Whitewater etc. GET A FUCKING GRIP PEOPLE!!

You will notice the absence of several links. I read these people for pure entertainment. But they decided to turn their sites into political blogs and SPOUT THE SAME PARTY LINE BULLSHIT!!! Yeah I recognize the hypocrisy in this post. Mostly I'm removing them because I don't enjoy ignorance. Had they anything interesting or thought provoking to say, I'd be glad to continue linking to them. Even if they were of opposing views than mine. For example, I really respect Enjoy Every Sandwich because he thinks for himself and says interesting things. Not just party line bullshit. Some things I agree with. Some not. But he's thought provoking.

My last thought on the subject: THINK FOR YOURSELVES PEOPLE!! Please for the love of our country don't vote because you actually listen to the damned spin. Read. Read. Read. Hell even if you just read CNN read ALL of it. Also talk to your military friends. There are a lot of things we'll never hear about in the US. Things Bush could never bring up in the debates. Things that would undermine our relationships with the Iraqis and our Allies. We only THINK we know what's going on over hear. Talk to people who've been there. They'll tell you the REAL deal. Not the political spin or what the sensationalistic and liberal media want you to hear.

Pool night last night. It was an ok evening. I'm getting pissed at Work C though. He started shooting on a different team on Thursday nights. His wife took a dim view to him shooting pool 2 nights a week. So he started shooting on our team one week, then the other team the next week. My league shoots in a town about 30 minutes from my house and an hour from work (depending on traffic). It's 3 times farther for me to go there to shoot than to shoot somewhere locally. Lately, with all the drama going on I really don't feel like going. But I'm the type of person who said I would do something and so I do it. I do it to the best of my ability until my commitment is done. Lately Work C has been finding more and more reasons not to go. Which leaves me shooting with people I know, but am not really all that close to. Last night he decided he was going to go fishing instead of coming to pool. This makes 2 weeks in a row he's missed. On top of that, he started taking karate. The annoying thing about it is, I can see shooting every other week. You gotta keep the wife happy. But he's adding MORE stuff to replace pool. In the end, the people who look to him to fulfill a commitment are the ones getting screwed. His wife and his friends. He wants me to quit this team and start another next session with all of the people from work. He says he'll quit the other team and just focus on the one. But I have to question whether or not he'd stick beyond a session or two.

Aside from Work C not showing up, the evening was so so. Since L and N joined the team the dynamics have really gotten weird. A isn't around anymore. I haven't seen E for months. Last week, N and L apparently had a fight earlier in the day. He didn't show up and she showed up drunk. And I mean DRUNK!! She was loud and obnoxious. She didn't start any fights or anything. But she was without a doubt, the loudest person in the bar. She left shortly after she shot her match. Last night, I heard she apparently went off the deep end after she left. She got drunker and drunker and eventually downed a bunch of pills. She ended up in the hospital.

Last night they were both there and both were really... subdued. I spent a good hour or two chatting with B about politics. She kills me. She can be such a brat so much of the time. But she really isn't some airhead. She watches CSPAN all the time. She keeps up on current events. We can have an intellectual discussion about politics and she doesn't just spout some party line. She clearly thinks about her opinions. I don't just say that because we happened to agree on most points. It was clear to me she used her brain to form her own opinions.

I have a co-worker in the office and he and I disagree about politics constantly. We butt heads on a daily basis about various things. Our most heated discussions revolve around the current election. He is such a smart guy. But when it comes to politics, he's an idiot. And I don't say it because he and I disagree. I say it because he simply spouts the party line. You could open his mouth, and turn on a Kerry speech and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Most of my opinions, while supportive of Bush (on a lot but not all things), come from reading and reading. For example, I've read a lot of the WMD commission reports. I've read and reread articles about the history of Iraq, the events leading up to the invasion, etc. and etc. I pour through Time. I read National Geographic. I watch most of the documentaries on the History Channel dealing with Iraq. When I ask my co-worker if he's read or watched any of these things he tells me no. B on the other hand cites articles, books etc. she's read to form her opinions. If she and I were to disagree on a point, I have much more respect for her opinion simply because she didn't get it off of some TV add.

Anyway, we chatted for a while. Eventually it was her turn to shoot. We ended up winning 3 of 5 matches. An ok night for us. I left around 10:30 and was home in bed by 11:30. Damn I miss the fun nights at pool. Talking shit with E. Flirting with A. A whispering how much she wanted my cock in her mouth or how bad she wanted be to fuck her. Sigh...

My whole family is coming to town this weekend. There are a lot of birthdays and events all happening this weekend. Everyone decided to make a weekend of it and roadtrip here. It'll be a little entertaining because both my Mom and Dad will be here. They've been divorced since I was 7. They get along ok. But it's a little awkward trying to make sleeping arrangements. My Mom will stay with us for a night or two. Then my Dad. C is just ecstatic to see them. It'll be a fun weekend just to watch her connect with her Grandparents.

Next accessory for my motorcycle?

This story about a guy's first attempt at anal sex is one of the funniest I've read in a long time. I just want to know, how the hell did the girl get home?

I'll take the community service please!!

I sat on the couch clicking through the channels looking for something remotely interesting to watch. Mrs walked over and sat next to me. She ran her hand up my shorts. I turned off the TV and rolled over so I was on my back. Mrs started kissing my ears, my neck, my chest. She worked her way down to my thighs. She ran her hand up my shorts and gently stroked my balls. She ran her fingertips lightly along the shaft of my cock, all the while kissing my thighs, my belly. I was rock hard at this point. Mrs pulled my shorts down. She rubbed my balls with the lightest touch while she ran her tongue the length of my shaft. She teased and tickled my balls while she took the tip in her mouth lingering to trace the outline of the head with her tongue. She started sliding her hand and mouth in rhythm. She went faster and faster. She sat up and started pumping away at my cock with her hand. She pumped faster and harder. She pumped so hard she actually started hitting my balls with the meat of her hand (yes ladies it IS possibly to pump too hard). I stopped her and headed towards the bedroom. Mrs peeled her clothes off and ran ahead of me to the bed. I didn't waste any time. I knelt between her legs and slowly ran my tongue the length of her pussy. I explored and traced every inch of her. I teased her lips. Darted my tongue inside her. Occasionally letting my tongue linger on her clit hearing her gasp each time I did. I started to play with it more. Running my tongue the length of her pussy faster and faster, pausing at her clit each time. She started rubbing her nipples with her hands while thrusting her hips to my face. I attacked her clit. Occasionally I clamped my mouth around it and sucked causing her to shudder and cry out. Her legs started to shake her head thrashed from side to side. She grunted and held her breath as her entire body started to shake. Her hands reached to my head forcing me harder and harder as she came. She rolled over to her stomach sticking her ass in the air. I hopped up to my knees. She guided me inside. Almost as soon as I entered her she started throwing herself back to meet me. She grabbed the pillow and buried her face screaming into it. I grabbed her hips and held her to keep from slipping out as we threw ourselves at each other. She reach back for my thighs and pulled me into her as she came. I exploded inside her.

We lay there for a moment out of breath. I could hear C stirring in her room as she woke from her nap. Mrs put her clothes back on and I headed for the shower. Our day continued on like any other. C woke up and played with her toys. Mrs worked in the kitchen. I headed out outside to tinker in the yard. Makes you wonder when driving through a neighborhood seeing people standing in the grass, a water hose in their hand aimlessly sprinkling the plants. What were they doing just 10 minutes ago?

I was supposed to go fishing this weekend. This was the "make-up" since we missed last weekend due to a little hurricane called Jeane. Unfortunately my Dad is so far behind because of all of the damned hurricanes he can't get away. Looks like the earliest I could go now will be in November.

Mrs is having a girls night out Saturday night. I'm thinking of visiting some chat rooms. This will be an interesting experience. In all my years in geek-dom I've never spent any time in a chat room. Hell, I'm not even sure which servers/rooms are any good.

An idea, vague and transparent, is forming in the back of my brain. My life has turned rather boring. This blog is a reflection. Initially, I used this site as a place to talk about what's going on. With anything. A lot of it involved sex (because that was what was on my mind at the time). At other times I went into struggles with work, people, my marriage. Sometimes I just mused at things that struck me. This site has always been a reflection of what's happening in my brain at any given time. At the moment, NOTHING, and I mean absolutely NOTHING is going on. I've always taken the attitude that I don't really care whether people read this site or not. I welcome those of you who have bookmarked it. I am glad people find my ramblings interesting enough to link to the site (Big Thanks). Recently, as more and more people find their way to this site I've started taking pride that the hit counter is rising and the "self refer/bookmark" counter is rising as well. I have to admit my attitude is changing towards an audience.

In light of that, I'm thinking of making an ever so slight change in the format. I'm still going to use this site to chat about whatever is on my mind when there IS something on my mind. Now I want to add a little bit of "the outside" in. I.e. when I find something during my daily reads that amuses me or gives me pause, I'm going to link it. I've avoided that in the past because I didn't want this site to become a "portal". I still don't. I'm just going to open up a little more the things that make me who I am. Surfing the web for interesting things is very much a part of my psyche. Perhaps a politcal article (I'm not trying to make this a political blog but face it, everyone has opinions). Maybe a link to a funny video. Maybe something salacious. I don't see this as a change to my original goal for this site. Just more access and maybe something more interesting than "Today, nothing happened. Let me ramble for 4 paragraphs about how much nothing happened".