Have a Merry Christmas!

I decided to take a shower. It was getting pretty late. I had showered once already. I was cold and felt like standing under a scalding column of water and steam. Sometimes, especially in winter, my body just craves the feeling of intense heat. Conversely, I love the feeling of the icy blast of cold air as you step out. I didn't want to put on clothes. I felt like a glowing ember. My skin was red and hot. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to the living room. I sat on the couch and started flipping channels. After a few minutes, Mrs came out of the bedroom wearing a teddy. She walked to the couch and knelt between my legs. She flipped back the towel. I pretended to watch whatever program ended up on teh TV. She took me in her mouth. It was a strange sensation. My skin still felt like it radiated heat from the shower. When she folded back the towel it was like I was suddenly exposed to an arctic blast of air. Her mouth felt hot on my hardening cock. She ran her tongue down to my balls where she took one then the other into her mouth. The bizarre sensation of hot and cold was intensified by the cooling trail of saliva she left as she moved her tongue. She moved up my body placing a knee on either side of me. I lifted the teddy as she lowered herself onto my cock. She began to rock back and forth grinding her pussy onto my cock. After a few minutes she began to lift herself up along the lenght of my shaft almost until I slipped out, then lowered herself slowly. When she reached the bottom she started rocking again. After a few minutes she started to go faster, grinding less and lifting herself up and slamming down more. Faster and faster until she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into her chest and began to shake. I was no where near cuming. After a minute or so of rest, I had her spin around so that she was facing away from me. She lowered herself onto my cock again. I expected her to lay back on me so that I could play with her nipples and clit. Instead she reached down and grabbed my ankles. She started to slam herself up and down on my cock. I felt like I should've been filming this. I could've gone all night. My chest swelled as I thought to myself were were approaching porn levels of endurance and creativity. After a few minutes she did lay back on me. I reached around and squeezed her nipples with my left hand while I reached for her clit with my right. She grapped my hand and showed me how she wanted me to knead her tits roughly. I followed her example and kneaded her breasts while ocassionaly pinching her nipple. Her body writhed on mine as she approached another orgasm. She sat up straight and began to bounce on my lap as she came. I didn't give her a chance to rest this time. I pushed her forward so that she was on all fours on the floor. She almost immediately collapsed. I rolled her onto her back. She rested her legs on my shoulders as I slid myself deep inside. I started moving slowly giving her a little bit of a chance to recover. She would have none of it. She grabbed my hips and started forcing me to move faster and faster until I was pounded her pussy with my cock. She shouted "OH GODD!!" and bit her lip. I finally exploded.

Last night was the last night of pool ever. Well, at least for a long time. The season ended for us pretty much the way I expected, and in a manner representative of some of the many reasons I quit in the first place.

We made it to the playoffs. I have to say, it was pretty cool in that there was a 2 way tie for first and a 3 way tie for 3rd (including us). There wer only 3 points between the first place ties and the 3rd place ties. The session was EXTREMELY competitive this time.

The team we played is one we've gone up against in almost every playoff we've been in. The first match started off great. Then it went downhill from there. We lost the next 3 to knock us out of the playoffs. I was slated to play last. But I never got to shoot.

I didn't mind that we lost per se. I mean, I would've rather won and gone out with a bang. But this team is a really tough one and it's 50/50 we can beat them. Last night we didn't. Oh well. What really got me, was that everyone was into the first match. Almost everyone on the team was watching and shouting out supportive things so on and so on. Then, one by one, as people played their match, they migrated to a table separate from the action and started partying. INCLUDING THE CAPTAIN! By the last match, the only people actually watching was the scorekeeper (me) and the player. The rest of the team was off to the side not paying a bit of attention.

During the regular session, it's all about fun. It's not the nicest thing to do to a player, but it's not the end of the world. During playoffs, it's different. We have a chance to advance and go to vegas. To me, this is what it's all about.

The real kicker is, I honestly believe people ignored the last match because they didn't expect him to do well. It's like they knew he would lose and gave up on him, our playoffs, the team in general. And THAT'S what really pissed me off last night.

After it was all over I realized something. I wasn't there for pool. I enjoy pool. I like the competition. But pool wasn't my motivation. I was there completely looking for trouble. And there was opportunity to be had. There were two stunning young beauties playing on a table behind us. One of them wore a T-shirt that said "I'll try anything once, twice if I like it". I really wanted to go up to her and say "What a coincidence, my name is actually anything!" A girl I talked about back in November was also there (RG). This girl has the most amazing body. But by the time the night was over, I was in such a bad mood about the team I really didn't want to hang around. So I simply walked out.

As I was driving home, I thought about the season and my motivations. It really hurt me to quit the team. But not for the right reasons. It hurt me solely because I'm leaving behind such great opportunity for mischief. How fucked up is it that I'm more pissed about giving up nights of mischief than pool? When I realized that, I made up my mind right there that I was never going play pool with my work crowd again.

But I think I may still go by the bar occasionally. I can't help it. I feel like a young puppy compelled to chase cars. I'm sure ultimately, I'll get squished too.

I'm climbing the walls!! I'm thinking about nothing but sex with little hard bodied women. It's like I'm fucking 16 again... without the uncontrollable boners.

Friday afternoon, Mrs was gone and C was still at school. I was bored and thinking to myself "What the hell am I going to do... hmmm?" I really wish I had someone to play with. Instead I got really burnt and ordered pay per view porn. I've only ever ordered porn once before on a whim. I really couldn't tell you what the movie was about, other than a lot of really hot women fucking each other, fucking guys, fucking themselves, whatever. It didn't take long before I had a raging hardon. Usually porn doesn't do much for me. I've been pretty much sticking to whatever I can find on the internet. Usually it's clips of amateurs. At that they are mostly snippets and not long at all. I guess I need a professional production and more than just a few seconds at that. Anyway, the $10 was a good investment, though if I'm not careful I could see myself spending a LOT of money. Anyway, I was watching these incredibly hot women and thought about the few times I was with A. I think if she had walked in the room right then I probably would've cum all over the place without even touching her. I decided not to do anything about it. At the time my reasoning was that if I was extra horny things would be great if I had sex with Mrs. I failed.

After the movie ended I couldn't help but think about A. My mind probably builds up what I remembered more than what things ACTUALLY were. But when I think about it I remember having pretty damned good sex with a smoking hot woman. Sadly, I got tired of chasing after her hoping we could hook up. But let's face it, if she were to call today, I'd probably jump at the chance. Which is probably exactly why she wouldn't call. It's probably also why I haven't been able to get anywhere with anyone else. I don't have the patience to walk the fine line between just flirting and being too aggressive.

So I'm still stuck with my original dilema. I undress almost every woman I see (in my mind). At work I type a few lines of (whatever I'm working on) then think about one of the waitresses at pool bent over a stack of boxes in the supply room at the bar. Maybe I need professional help. A lobotomy perhaps? ArghGHG!

Boy am I glad I'm quitting the pool team. This past Wed. was the epitomy of all I hate about pool nights. The night started off pleasant enough. Some wings. Some beer. Some pool. I was kicking ass on the table while I was warming up. Then the match started. I drew probably their best player. He's older. All business. A meticulous player and very VERY good. The first game was a blowout. I think that set the tone for me for the rest of the night. I was so frustrated by the end of the game I was having a hard time relaxing. I really wanted to make a good show of this match because I knew it was my last night. I won the 2nd... barely. He won the 3rd. I won the 4th. Then he won the next two to finish me off. What really bothered me was that I had at least 2 chances to put him away and blew them both. I was really pissed off that I shot horribly compared to warm ups.

The whole time I was shooting a girl was trying to talk to me. I had never met her before. She was attractive to me as more of a curiosity than a physical thing. If I were to break her down into physical components there were some things that don't do it for me. Not that there was anything wrong, just they aren't my type. But for some reason the whole package was... interesting. Except I was determined to win my match and getting pissed that I wasn't doing better. So I wasn't saying a word to her in spite of her trying to start conversations with me. Afterwards, I felt bad because she was really nice. Not that I thought I stood a chance of getting anywhere. Just that I was rude and didn't say anything to her. By then I was still in no mood to chit chat and didn't even apologize.

I did chit chat with PP and a couple of the crew. My mood started to lighten up a bit as I let the match go. We came down to the last 9 ball match and it became a choice of me or Work C to shoot their 2nd best player. Work C had surgery on his knee a few weeks ago. He shot one of his matches right before and said his knee was killing him and he couldn't shoot. So I drew their 2nd best player. I have beaten this guy before. In fact, I don't think he has beaten me at all.

It was another disaster. I think numbers wise I was only a few balls away from winning. But again, I had opportunity after opportunity to put him away with authority and couldn't pull it out. If I made a great shot, I scratched. If I took an easy shot, the ball bobbled in the pocket and wouldn't drop. When it was all over, I was so ready to never feel this way again. Like I was in quick sand and couldn't swim out.

We hung out for a while just chit chatting. Eventually I went to the bar to close out. While paying my tab, one of the waitresses I used to talk smack to walked over to me, stood really close and started talking to me. When I say really close, I mean she was inches away from my face. So I sat at the bar and had another beer or two. By this point I was accepting the losses and was pretty relaxed about letting the whole thing go.

As I was finishing up my last beer, one of the girls on another team shouted at me to come sit with them at karaoke. Who am I to pass up an invitation. So I wandered over and parked it. There isn't much to report from here. I tried to carry on a converstation with a couple of people. It was loud and everybody was singing so that you couldn't put a string of sentences together without interuption. At one point, one of the waitresses younger sister came up to me and started talking. She pressed her body up against mine and got within inches of my face. Then one of her songs came up and she ran away to sing. I hung out for a littel bit longer, at this point just content to sit back, drink a beer, and watch the crowd. I got home around 1:30 evidently pretty drunk.

I say evidently because I couldn't get out of bed the next morning. It was the first time in my history of pool that I was hungover to the point of being sick. So I spent the better part of yesterday recovering. When I finally woke up and could stand without puking a wave of immense relief came over me that I wasn't going to subject myself to that again. At least not regularly.

So now I have to decide what to do with my Wed nights. Perhaps some other mischief will come my way. Of course, there's nothing to say I can't visit the pool hall ocasionally. Anyone with any ideas?

What does one do when their spouse is approaching a point physically where they are no longer attractive to them? I'm no prime example of a male of the species. But I'm not morbidly obese either. I'm 5'10, 196. 196 is about 40 pounds over weight according to the books. I can tell you, in high school and college I weighed 155ish and had toothpicks for legs. I wasn't out of shape either. I worked out 4 days a week for 2.5 hrs. I took karate from the time I was 10 until 18. I had my blackbelt at 14 and taught classes at least twice a week. But I was WAY too skinny at 155. I have a large frame and 155 looked anemic on me. I would say 175ish is my ideal weight. At that weight I have no toothpick appendages. But I'm still pretty tight body wise. I'm probably 20+ pounds over that. I show a little bit of gut and some fat in my face. When I go over 200 I really start to show my weight. A couple of years ago I reached an all time high of 220+ (give or take a pound or two). I decided I was never going to be that fat ever again and went on a hard core weight loss regimine. Low carb. Running. I lost down to an all time low of 182. If I do say so myself, 182 looked pretty damned good. Then I got lazy and gained some of it back. I hit 206 again after 2 years and decided it was time to get serious again. I've been low carbing for a month or so and am down about 10 pounds. I have drastic measures planned which will actually start this week. I'm quitting pool. Eating junk food and pounding away tons of alcohol every Wed night is doing nothing for my physique not to mention my wallet. I figure I probably spend about $200 and month on pool nights. With that money, I plan to start taking karate again. I haven't decided exactly what style yet. But my goal is to work out 3 times a week. I'll have to see how scheduling allows. But I am challenging myself to hit 175 in the next 6 months. I'll try to post progress.

To me, it's a matter of will power. One of the things I learned at a young age is that you really can accomplish anything once you put your mind to it. I had my Black Belt at 14 and my open water Dive Certificate (junior). When I was 18 I learned to whitewater kayak, mountain climb, and had a little bit of flying experience under my belt. After college, I decided I wanted to sail. I bought a boat and read a ton of books until I could sail. I didn't take classes (not recommended), I just decided I could do it and did. Same thing with my latest hobby. I built a gun. I'm a gun nut. I have a few. I've always wanted to see what makes them tick so I built a gun. I didn't mill it from raw metals. But I assembled every pin, spring, screw to empty parts until I had a working firearm. Again, a simple matter of will power. My body is my next project. I want to get back to the bad ass that I was back in high school and college, including weight. It's a significant challenge to me now because a) I'm twice as old b) I have a family with time and money obligations and c) I've generally become a lazy shit in the last 10 years or so. However, I've set my mind to it and I'm going to make it happen.

Which leads me back to my opening statement. Mrs is none of that. When I first met her, years before we started dating, she was smoking hot. She had an incredible body. Of course, we were still in our 20's at the time. When we started dating, she had put on a few pounds, but wasn't obese by any stretch. She had C and put on a few more pounds, but still nothing that was grossing me out. Recently, she has put on about 10 or 15 more pounds. When you add up all the gains since I've known her, it's a pretty significant amount.

Last night I walked in the bedroom to get ready for bed. Mrs was laying in the bed watching TV with her head propped up on a couple of pillows. For the first time ever, I saw her weight as unattractive. Maybe it was just the way she was laying down, but she looked obese to me. I watched her get dressed this morning and realized that she is physically unattrative to me. It's freaking me out. In spite of all the shit I talk on this blog, I really do love Mrs. In a way, this blog is an outlet for all the things pent up inside me. As such, it represents the darkest side of me and isn't really a good representation of who I am completely. Yes everything in here is unedited and true. Everything in here has really happened. But lets face it, we all color who we are in our own minds by who we want to be. Even when we admit things that aren't who we want to be, we still see them in whatever light we want to. The reality of my life is, as much shit as I talk, I love Mrs. I love who she is. When they say opposites attract, we are the model. I'm a crass boorish redneck. Mrs is the epitomy of class. She is the person I want to be. She rarely has anything bad to say about anyone. She sees the world with optimist eyes. I and NOT that. Therein lies the problem. I could weigh 300 pounds and Mrs would still be completely attracted to me. But she's hitting a point physically where I'm actually getting turned off. I can't help it. It's not something I want to have happen. I talk about flirting and trying to hook up here. Sometimes I skip the fact that all of that is secondary to Mrs. Yeah sometimes sex with Mrs is very blasee and it's frustrating. But what's frustrating isn't a lack of desire, but rather lack of variety. All of the other stuff is another product of my dark side. Wanting more and more. It has nothing to do with desire with Mrs. Except now the desire is starting to wane.

The thing is, I know I have the will power to make myself better physically. Mrs doesn't. Again, it's the whole opposites thing. So I'm facing a lifetime of Mrs being physically unattractive. It's killing me. Knowing what this lack of desire would do to Mrs is killing me too. I can't stand the thought of causing her mental anguish. And I've always said, you love someone for who they are NOW. Not who you want them to be. You never try to change someone because the end result is always different than what you want. Nothing comes from it but misery along the way as well as the end when you realize the change itself destroyed the person you were in love with. On top of that, I know how sensitive Mrs is. It's one of the things I love about her. I know if I were to say anything, it would crush her. So here I am. I can't help my feelings. It's not like there's a switch I can throw and say "Hey, that her ass now resembles a lumpy throw pillow is SEXY!!"

I'm back. What a week!

We went to visit my family at a beach house. All in all it was a good week. Nothing exciting to report. There were kids EVERYWHERE! C had a ball. The parents... well.... the parents probably need a vacation from the vacation. Sadly that's all there is to say about it. I would LOVE to say that the only non-related relative (it's a long story of step-families, daughters, cousins etc.etc.) of the female variety and I took a long walk on a dark beach and ended up throwing caution to the wind and expressing our deep dark hidden desires in a most decidedly carnal manner amongst the sand dunes... Sadly that little fantasy stays tucked in the realm of never a chance. Hell I would settle for a particularly salacious report of Mrs and I working in sex on the expansive front porch one evening after everyone went to bed while the cold sea breeze pimpled our skin. Sadly, that too stays in the deep recesses of my ever expanding list of things that could've happened.

Actually, Mrs and I did manage to have sexual relations. Once when we first got there. Tho' it was subdued for fear of anyone hearing a creak or moan. Then Mrs had her visit from Aunt Flo and that killed it for the rest of the week. She did give me a blowjob one day because I pestered her "incessantly". I realized about the time I exploded in her mouth that it has been a long.. LONG time since Mrs gave me a blowjob until I came. I silently gave thanks when we said our blessing for Thanksgiving.

Evidently while I was gone Life of a Demure College Student (see link in sidebar) added me to her list of links. Thank you thank you thank you. I have always been a huge fan of her site and eagerly look to see what tasty pictures and stories she posts every day.

Finally, it always amazes me to come across a post that sounds like it could've come from my mouth (or fingers as it were). Sadly, I missed the post I'm about to discuss as I was working my way through my 4th or 5th martini while doing my best to fuse myself to the couch at the beach. My comments are therefore kinda dated. While this blog has strayed from the sexual genre as have my own experiences, I tend to link to and read a LOT of sex blogs. Occasionally a writer will have an opinion that strays into the political realm. Most of the time I tune it out because I consider myself a conservative (not a republican). It's their blog and they are entitled to their opinion. I respect that, even if I disagree. I generally choose to move on to read another blog whenever that happens. In fact, I really can't think of many times where I've read an opinion and actually thought to myself "Wow, that's a great point of view" or "I can relate to that". However, as I caught up on my blog reading I saw this post over at Just One Bite. The post generally talks about the environment as incited by a TBS program to "raise awareness of global warming". I almost spit my coffee when I read it because there have been so many times I have argued with friends and family over something I did that wasn't "environmentally correct" such as tossing a soda can in the trash or fertilizing my yard with... God forbid FERTILIZERS!! During those conversations I have said almost word for word what Eden said. In general I've said the ONLY thing humans will fuck up on this planet is HUMANS!! True, we'll probably take out a few million species with us. But ultimately, humans will be a phase just like the dinosaurs were. They fucked up the planet when they were here by eating, shitting, farting until the environment changed to oust them. We're doing our best to fuck it up while we're here too. While I don't revel in speeding the process up. I'm not going to run off and start ramming my boat in to a shrimper because I feel he is "raping the ocean" or blow up buildings in the Rockys. Eventually the earth will rid itself of us through disease or possibly rising water levels, possibly even oxygen depletion. We might even do it ourselves by nuking Korea or something stupid like that. But ultimately, the earth will evolve and a new world order will arise. It will probably be FAR different that the world we are in now. And someday, those creatures at the top of the food chain will lament that the world of sulfuric gasses and intense radiation will be wiped out for oxygen, blue skies, water and ice from THEIR environmental transgressions. We humans are immensely arrogant to think the world will belong to us forever. I was completely shocked to read someone say the same thing. Literally. Actually, I'm torn between relief that someone else out there literally thinks the same thing (on this issue) and being a little bit creeped out how it is almost word for word what I have said before. Get out of my head Eden!! :)

Heading out to spend next week with my family. Everyone have a happy Thanksgiving.

Ok. I'm getting bored with things. I thought I'd answer one of those question things just to shake things up. Man do I live on the edge or WHAT?!?

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Preferably with a lake and in the mountains.

2. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
I don't have a favorite that I own. Clothing really doesn't mean enough to me to rate my own clothes. In general though, a thong. Preferably one that peeks out of the top of a pair of REALLY lowcut jeans.

3. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Jet

4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
I'd LIKE to wake up around 10ish. But since C came along the latest I can manage is 8:30. But generally around 7am.

5. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
Microwave. The toaster is a close second.

6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I can play several actually. Guitar, Bass (does that really count as two?), piano, drums, saxophone (I have performed with both Alto and Baritone saxes). I started with piano at 7. Then I added sax at 10. Guitar at 16. I've been in several bands up until C was born, mostly playing Bass.

7. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?
Prefer? Sports Car.... at the moment. Though, if I had money to spend it would be on a truck... F250 Diesel.

8. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTER LIFE?
I believe that something happens after or during death. Possibly a biological response. Possibly an afterlife. I'm am but a mere human and recognize my ignorance and am open to all possibilities.

9. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?
Green Eggs and Ham. Wait, did I read as a child?

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Right now fall. In 4 to 6 months, summer. Send me some place with little or no change to the seasons (west coast for example) then ask me.

11. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
The ability to fly.

12. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
Don't have one.

13. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
I can throw balls in the air and ocassionaly the gods of gravity, coordination, and all things spherical agree to allow me to juggle for a few seconds.

14. ONE PERSON/PEOPLE FROM THE PAST THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD TALK TO?
My grandmother.

15. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
September 18th, 2001. Is that too specific? Well ok... pretty much any Saturday.

16. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?
I have a truck with a camper shell that leaks. Nothing I want dry. Actually, nothing at all.

17. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?
Sushi when I can get/afford it.

18. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW WHO WILL READ THIS, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?
This presumes people read this and don't say 'Groan not another stupid question list' immediately followed by a resounding 'click' of the mouse.

19. WHO'S LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
I think we can safely say a few billion people.

20. WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?
Copied from a random site.

21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
An orchid. Any kind.

22. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Rocky Road

23. BUTTER, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?
Uh... butter AND salted?

24. FAVORITE COLOR?
Red

25. FAVORITE SANDWICH?
Reuben, but heavy on the kraut and hold the dressing (I know I'm a heathen)

26. ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
I think a cruise... perhaps of the pacific rim including alaska.

28. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?
Brand? What is this you speak of?

30. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?
Football. Followed closely by mixed martial arts.

31. COKE OR PEPSI?
Coke. Diet.

32. ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON OR A NIGHT OWL?
Nightowl

33. CAT OR DOG?
Dog.

34. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PERFUME?
Uhhh.... I know them only by smell.

35. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEN'S COLOGNE?
Uhhh.... not really a connoisseur of men's cologne. I WEAR Cool Water. But only because an ex said it made her want to throw me on the ground and fuck me wherever she saw me.

36. HOW MANY CLOSE FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?
3 or 4 at most. And they are situational. I.e., if my situation were to change, I'd probably lose touch with all of them.

37. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE, IF YOU COULD?
Let's see... where to begin. I think it'd be easier to list the things I WOULDN'T change. That would be my daughter.

38. WHAT TALENT DO YOU WISH YOU HAD?
I wish I could write well. I wish I could articulate the things in my head.

39. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GEM STONE?
Anything I don't have to buy. I often think, if these stones were so precious, why does everyone have them?

40. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF, IF YOU COULD?
Didn't we already discuss this in 37? That wasn't good enough? Sigh... oh ok. I would say I wish I wasn't so cynical. My cynicism tends to make me a bit of an asshole. Well... more than a bit. I often meet really nice people and think, 'damn I wish I could be like that person'. I try but fail miserably.

Groaannn... I'm getting too old for kid games. Friday my whole team went and played paintball against another team from my office. The score didn't really reflect how badly we outplayed them. The final tally was something like 4-3 us. One of them shouldn't count because winning was an impossible task for both teams (we played each scenario twice switching sides). One team had to assault a castle with an actual moat guarded by the other team of equal strength. The moat forced you to assault through choke points. It wasn't really fair to the attacking team. Anyway, when we assaulted the castle, we took the other team down to 1 player. When they assaulted, we didn't lose a single person. Whenever we won, we won with 4 or 5 guys standing. When they won it came down to a 1 on 1 shootout. When we won, we won HUGE. When we lost, we barely lost. Usually we play until around 3:30. This time they called it quits around 1:30. EVERYONE from the other team quit while we were ready to continue. So while the numbers show it was a close match, everything else suggests we pounded them good.

Now I'm paying for it. For some weird reason, I didn't bruise like everyone else did. I took a couple of really hard shots on my hands and one on my forearm. I took two to the back. I even took a couple at point blank, though I was lying on my back at the time. I think the ball kinda skidded up my side. The worst thing I have is a slight, barely noticible discoloration on my forearm. It hurts to touch. But it's not all purple and yellow like everyone else's are. Either I just didn't bruise that bad, or I didn't get hit that hard. But I am sore as hell in my thighs! I expected to be sore all over. I spent one scenario low crawling as fast as I could the length of the field. I figured my arms and back would be killing me. But it's just my thighs. I think my thighs are making up for not being sore elsewhere though. I could hardly walk today.

After we finished playing PP and I met at a bar for drinks. I had high hopes for the evening. But sadly, we were both so exhausted we decided to call it a night early. She did invite me to her house to help her with a computer problem. Unfortunately, the problem was in getting a DVD to her girlfriend via the internet. Not exactly a problem that lends itself to a hookup. I will say that when I was done and about to leave, PP gave me a hug, then spun me around and started massaging my shoulders. By this time I was pushing my 'kitchen pass' and thought it was best to go. But I'm starting to detect a pattern of physical trust with PP. Hmmm....

Saturday was a parent's nightmare. THREE birthday parties for C's friends. Actually, there were four. But one conflicted with another and we had to choose our friend's child over C's classmate. Fortunately, Mrs made me go to only one of them. I had every intention of doing yardwork after she left. But I learned lesson number 3 about weed. Once you smoke a little, ALL motivation goes out the window. I ended up vegging on the couch watching my team SPANK a nationally ranked team.

Later, after an exhausted Mrs plopped on the couch for what I presumed was the end of her conscious evening. I found myself the object of a thorough molesting. As I was sore as hell from the previous day's battle and completely non-motivated (linger effects and all) I was contented to sit back and let her molest away. But noooo... she wouldn't let me sit idly by. She walked the the bedroom and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Mostly, she demanded I run in there and fuck her silly. Which, in my physical state, wasn't going to happen as she described and I'm sure envisioned. Instead, I hobbled in a decidedly aged manner to the bedroom, struggled to lift each leg high enough to remove my socks and pants (I almost skipped the socks as it was too painful), and flopped on the bed like a freshly butchered slab of dead meat.

Mrs made an attempt to massage my back. Unfortunately, Mrs has never learned the subtle touch of massage. Her idea of massage is to dig her thumbs into the muscle as hard as humanly possible. Evidently, her thumbs share a workout plan with John Basedow. They have the be the strongest part of her body because she can manage to massage my clavicle. Not exactly sensual... or extremely sensual depending on your definition. Anyway, I felt my thighs were sore enough for the rest of my body and jumped up to spare my shoulders the same fate. I was kneeling on the bed deciding what to do to Mrs when she pretty much decided for me. She launched herself at my cock. It happens rarely enough anymore that I was not about to deny her. That and she REALLY applied herself. There was no 'I'll suck his cock to get him hard them roll over for him to fuck me' about it. She really went at it. Then... she rolled over so I could fuck her. And that was the end of that. Nothing much else to say. A few moments of REALLY enthusiastic foreplay followed by the usual. Oh well. At least I'm getting it.

Sunday disintegrated into a day of paranoia and distrust. Mrs and I had an argument that started out so simple and ended up being blow way out of proportion. Mrs is so sensitive that EVERYTHING is construed as an attack on her. Which initially it wasn't. But sometimes her sensitivity makes me want to yell. Anyway, I'll spare you the gory details. She took C to see a show. When she left she didn't even say goodbye. She NEVER leaves without a kiss even if we've had an argument. I spent the day stewing about it. When she got home, she came up to me, her head tilted to one side in a concilliatory manner. She said "Listen, I thought about it some more.. and I decided that I just would go ahead and forgive you." Which completely cracked me up. It's good to have someone who, no matter how much of an ass you can be, recognizes that sometimes you're just a dick and looks past it. Mrs is one of the few people who gets that.

I keep thinking of things to post. But then when the time comes I'm a complete blank.

Last night was kind of interesting. Well, at least for me, it was a lot interesting. Pool night. The usual stuff. The slut teacher L was there. Sadly her friends were shooting another team, so I didn't get to hang out with her any. However, she put on one hell of a show. So it didn't really matter. She wore hip hugger jeans and a belly shirt. Her jeans were so low cut I expected to see a hair or two peak out of the top of them. She would stand with her thumbs hooked in either belt loops or pockets. I'm not sure which. But the end result was her hands pulling her pants even lower. To the point where I thought her hips would actually pop out of them. When she would walk to the bar or restroom about 1/2 the time she would keep her hands hooked on her pants and walk with the biggest ass shaking swagger I've ever seen. I mean, to say she was SCREAMING fuck me is an understatement. At one point Work C shouted "Work it!!". She looked over her shoulder at him with this blatantly fake look of surprise on her face as if to say "Why, what ever are you talking about you bad man". Sadly, she left before we finished our matches so I never had a chance to talk to her.

2 other girls I've never seen before showed up and hung out with the team L's friends were playing. These were without a doubt, the hottest girls I have ever seen in that place. It would not have surprised me to see either of them in Playboy they were that hot. Immediately, L became the skank of the party. And she was NOT happy about it either. The new girls started talking to all of the guys. So L would walk over and plop down in an obvious bid to vie for the affection of the fellas. The new girls would walk to other members of the team and start to talk to them. L would follow. It was pitiful. I've never seen this level of catiness before. Or at least never witnessed it in public.

There is another girl... let's see... I'll call her RG. I have a gut feeling I'm going to get to know RG over the next few weeks. She plays for the team we beat last week. She's new to the area, but she played league pool wherever she came from. So she's got game. She's somewhat pretty. But has a body that is AMAZING. She has a serious attitude too. At first I thought she was just a bitch. But as I'm getting to know her, I'm senseing it's more of a tough girl front she puts up for the guys. We ended up talking for about 1.5 hours after everything was all said and done. I'm still not sure what to make of her. So I won't write much more about it now. But it's an interesting situation. If nothing else it'll give me new fantasies to masturbate to. I'll give more details as I have a better understanding.

Have you ever woke up with a sinking feeling a dream you had may have actually been real?

Last night was one of those crazy pool nights that earned me a new level of paranoia. The night started out normal enough. Ate a little dinner. I didn't drink because a) I'm sick of being drunk at pool night and b) I'm broke. We played the 1st place team. I thought surely we'd get our asses kicked. Much to my surprise, we were up 3-0 by the time I got up to shoot. I played one of their decent players. I had one of those nights where I didn't really shoot all that great. But I was the luckiest bastard in the whole place. He would stick me where the only hope I had of making a clean shot was a 3 rail kick. Not only would I make the kick, but out of pure dumb luck I'd leave HIM stuck with no hope of getting out. I beat him soundly. After it was all over, we beat them 4-1. Then the drinking began. Shots were bought. I was trying to abstain. But I felt guilty turning down shot after shot. So I decided I'd drink 1 beer. Which turned to 2. So on and so on.

After a while, the crowd dwindled down to PP, another co-worker TG, and myself. We decided to check out karaoke. For once, the karoake side of the bar was hopping. So I drank more. And more. And sang. And shouted. PP and I started having discussions about her girlfriend and TG and his wife. TG's wife is the one I dreamed about last week. I started asking point blank if the wife was hanging out with PP to find a little side action of the female variety. The answer was a resounding no. She told me all they did was hang out and get stoned. At which point PP asked if I wanted to head back to her place to smoke a bowl.

Hmmm... This was a first. Being invited back to PP's place... late... under the influence. Of course I said sure. So off we went. It was getting damned late at this point. We smoked a little. Drank a little. Talked in circles a lot. Finally I started having trouble holding my eyes open. I HAD to go home. Had I fallen asleep there, it would be the end of Mr.

I finally crawled into bed around 3:30ish and fell asleep immediately. Which is where the paranoia has started. You see, I dreamed a very sexual dream about PP. But I FEAR, I actually acted out parts of the dream for real with Mrs. Which is ok. UNLESS I did something stupid like say a name. I don't think I did. The whole thing is REALLY foggy. But I remember dreaming of PP lying on her stomache. I rolled along side of her and let my hand slide down her nude body to her ass. She rolled over to her stomach. My hand followed the contours of her body as she rolled and came to rest on her pussy. This image is very clear in my mind. I dreamed I played with her pussy for a little bit. Then I ran my hand up her body to her breasts. This is where it starts to get foggy. I THINK she grabbed my hand and pulled me into more of a snuggle than allowing me to continue to play.

This sequence of events repeated itself in my dream. Or at least I have the impression that it did. She would turn to one position or another. I would try to start something. Sometimes she let me play. Sometimes she stopped me.

The thing is, I know I was completely gone. Any actions I may have taken HAD to be while I was out. I know for a fact that once I'm asleep, my limbs go pretty limp and it takes an incredible action for me to really move. So did I really do any of it? I don't ever remember talking during the dream. But I do remember knowing it was PP I was playing with. So did I say anything?

One thing for certain. I'm NEVER smoking weed that damned late again unless I can crash right where I am.

I'm an evil fucker!!! I have a new co-worker. He's one of those guys who tries so hard to fit in that he actually gets on your nerves. And he has ADD. You can't carry on a conversation with him because just when you finally start to connect with him, he changes the subject. Which is all ok. He's basically a good guy. But in an attempt to fit in, he pulls a lot of pranks. Which we all do around here. But he recycles previous pranks. Which is incredibly lame. For example. Work C is incredibly anal. His cube has to be just so. He bought a ton of O'Reilley books. If you've never seen them, they are technical books. They are grouped into things like... e-mail... unix... perl etc. They are color coded by groupings. For example the unix books are a navy blue. Apache and web, green so on and so on. Work C A) has all of his books alphabetized and organized by color and B) keeps track of them like he's the Library of fucking Congress. If you borrow one. For the entire time you are using it you hear "When you bringing my book back?" or shouted over the cubes "WHO TOOK MY XXX BOOK?!?!?!". If you put it back without lining up the spines exactly, you get "Would you PLEASE try to put them back EXACTLY as you found them". After about the fifth time of hearing this I decided to fuck with him. First, before he got in (which is hardly any trouble to guess since he's never in before 10), I completely scrambled them. I had colors mixed up... out of alphabetical order... some of the spines were upside down... some were spine in. It took about a day before he looked in his cabinet for a book. I happened to be standing in his cube when he did. To say he went slack jawed is an understatement. Anyway, for as long as he bitched about those books, they were the target of many pranks on my part. To the point where, short of destroying or defacing them (they are useful after all), I've done it all.

We were all sitting around one day telling all of the shit we've pulled on Work C. Then next thing I know, Work C is shouting "Ha Ha... very funny. Can't you guys come up with something new?" Evidently, new guy pulled the rearrange the books bit. Now, I'm one for a good prank. But damn man, come up with something creative! Or at least one that makes a point. I.e. we're sick of hearing you bitch about the fucking books.

So on to me being an evil fucker. My team is doing an annual paintball outing vs. another team in the near future. Last year I was all set to go, but got sent out to a class and couldn't make it. This year I'm completely gung ho. We started talking about paintball guns and gear. The whole group decided we would go buy our own guns instead of using the crappy rentals and give ourselves a little bit of an edge. We went to a popular sports chain. As we were leaving, one after another of us tripped the anti-theft system. The cashier just waved us on through. When we got back, we discovered they had installed the antitheft tags on all the guns and failed to remove them. Theses are the old style with the magnet inside.

So I took it apart to get to the strip and snuck it in new guy's jacket. MWwwwwuuuhaaaahaaaaAHAAAAHAAA!!!! MWAAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!! The great thing about it is, IF he doesn't find it, he'll be setting off alarms at random. Some stores use the old style still. Some don't. It should drive him nuts for a while. Unless he's the anal type and will notice this little piece of something that wasn't there before. MwwwwuuuHHAAAHAAAHAAHAHHAAHHAHAAAA!!

I was laying on my bed. Mrs was somewhere in the house. One of my co-workers was asleep on the edge of the bed towards the foot. His wife sat to my right side. She is pretty. Not stunning. But very pretty in a wholesome, natural sort of way. The kind of girl who has slight imperfections, but they actually highlight her beauty rather than detract from it. She has blonde hair and is very adventurous. I've known them both for a few years. Without a word, she stretched out next to me laying her head on my chest. She draped her leg across me. It was a little bit shocking. But who am I to argue. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I ventured an arm around her. She pulled herself closer. Her leg slid down along mine, her hand following from my stomach to my crotch. She let her hand rest on the growing tightness in my shorts. Suddenly, her husband snorted. He rolled from his side towards what I assume was intended to be his other side. With a flailing of arms and legs he flipped off of the bed. She got up slowly and walked around the bed to check on him in a decidedly lazy fashion. He never woke up. Sadly, I did.

I often wonder if dreams of this nature are normal or an unhealthy sign of coveting my neighbor's wife. She and I have talked extensively. While she's never come out and said it, I believe they are open to... experimentation. She once told him of a recurring erotic dream in which she watched him have sex with several other women at once. Her comment to him about the dream was that she was very turned on by it. I also know she has dabbled with other women. In fact, I wonder if she hasn't dabbled with PP. They partied together a lot for a couple of months. My coworker, P, has struck me as the type to go along with just about anything. She has mentioned they want to rent a house in a resort area near by and have an "adults only" weekend.

I won't deny that I find her very attractive. I can't say I "covet" her though. Which is why the dream surprised me.

I haven't really had time or interest in posting lately. Sometimes I just sit at my desk thinking how boring my life is that I can find nothing to write about. The past two weeks have been hell for me workwise. I finally finished the project I reluctantly accepted. I have never been more disappointed in my co-workers than this project. We had to finalize it Sunday morning. I've been doing all of the leg work myself (in spite of instructions to my team from the boss to NOT stick me with all the work). Friday I asked my boss and a couple of co-workers to move some of their stuff out of the way before Sunday. When I walked in the door Sunday morning, none of it had moved. Additionally, the only team member I asked to help didn't bother to show up. I have never felt so abandoned by my team. It's happened before. Maybe, in scale, it wasn't that big of a deal. But rather a culmination of disappointments. To me, it felt as if I had no reason to show up to work today. I'm actually considering looking to transfer off of this team. I want to talk to my boss about it. But as he was one of the people who let me down, I can't see it being a positive conversation.

Saturday night Mrs and I went to a halloween party. In a wierd way, it's sort of an anniversary... celebration isn't really the right word. Maybe tradition in better. You see, Mrs and I met at this party about 9 years ago. I had just separated from the ex-Mrs (by 2 weeks). One of my friends invited me to tag along at the last minute. I felt like an idiot because they called me at 7 to go to the party at 9. I had absolutely NO time to get a costume together. There are a lot of things about the first year or so of hanging out with that crowd as it relates to Mrs I should discuss. Not today though. Long story short, we briefly considered dating. The timing wasn't right and it didn't happen. Then, 3 or 4 years later, I asked her out. She turned me down. A couple of weeks later, she asked ME out. The rest as they say, is history. It all started with the halloween party. After that night, I was invited to more and more things with that same group of people. In a very short time, I was considered a core member of that little group. Were it not for that, I would've drifted on to something completely different. It's weird how one little event like that is pivotal.

Anyway, the party was fun, but definitely tamer than in the past. It's hell getting old. Around 1AM it was the hosts and Mrs and I. Since I had to work early Sunday morning I suggested we go a couple of times. Our hosts wouldn't have it. So we sat in the living room and chatted until around 2:30am. It was nice. Not the wild raucous drink till you either puke or pass out times from 9 years ago. But it was nice nonetheless. Sadly, a lot of the original group weren't there. Some have moved. Some have drifted off to their own group of people. Many have kids C's age or younger and simply couldn't make it. I think a lot of it has to do with a lack of group interaction. Back in the day, before kids, we did stuff together non-stop. At least once a week we met for something. Trivia night at a bar. Friday night live concerts. There were tons of parties too. Now it's down to a couple of parties a year. Sad.

To that end, Mrs and I have decided to try to resurect some of the good old days. We decided to host a New Years Eve party at our house. Traditionally, another couple have hosted it. But they had a baby this past year and have hinted that they were going to drop it. Maybe this will be the start of something new.

Wow I've been swamped!

Last week was a week from hell for me. Management arbitrarily decided to make us move a bunch of our systems around. Some of which have been running just fine on their own for 3 or 4 years without so much as a hiccup. For those of you who aren't admins, a system can run fine forever, then as soon as you take it down and shake it up a bit by moving it, it completely falls apart. There are lots of electrical reasons for this. Solder joints in a constant state of melt over a period of years. A phenomenon where joints corrode due to the atmoshpere etc. etc. All take their toll over time. Ultimately, the systems will fail on their own. But when you move it, you kinda force the issue. Sometimes it doesn't take much more than a tiny bump while sliding it in the new rack on it's rails and you've caused a failure. Anyway, out of the 12 systems we moved, we lost about 1/4 of them. Most of them were easy fixes and we were running again in a matter of minutes. One was catastrophic. We lost BOTH system disks. We were here all night trying to get it running again.

I decided I was going to take a 1/2 day Friday post crisis. But NOOOOoo, another system crashed. One I worked on years ago and ran away screaming from. My Boss decided it was time for me to reaquaint myself in the middle of a hardware failure. For the most part, my job was just to stand around and wait. The vendor (a really big and popular hardware company who I will NOT mention for fear of lawsuit) muffed the whole thing. No hardware locally. A design that required you not just to replace the faulty part, but other's as well which made the parts search exponentially more difficult. A disasterous parts delivery (parts mysteriously dissapearing in transit). All conspired to make this the clusterfuck of the year. The good thing is, all I could do was scream about it. There is NO culpability on my part. It wasn't really even the vendor's engineer's fault. All he could do was scream into the phone at his people for fucking up the delivery. This whole episode not only fucked up my Friday, but Friday night and Saturday as well.

Yesterday I decided I wasn't going in. I needed the day to unwind and get a few chores done. Unfortunately the weather didn't cooperate. I pretty much ended up getting wasted and watching movies. Good times.

One thing I discovered. My experiments, herbally, are interesting. I had the makings of a serious headache. But I'm not sure if it was that, or the weather, or my change in diet (I'm on a full blow weight loss mission). Anyway, 6 Advil later and no problems. Well... at least not PROBLEMS. I learned that weed makes me horny as hell. Which is a problem only when I'm alone. Masturbation is boring stoned. And one should never make fashion or facial hair decisions stoned. I decided to shave my beard... kinda.

Anyway, Mrs and I had some uninspired sex on one of the nights. Barely worth remembering and only worth mentioning as documentation that we DID have sex at least once in October.

I meant to post today (a real post and not this note). But I've been working my ass off on a really stupid project. I was up all night last night dealing with the fallout. I'm too old for all nighters. I can barely keep my eyes open.

What an interesting week. First up was pool night. We shot a team that I have mixed emotions about. Half of them are cool, the other half can be dicks when they want to. One of their team brought a friend, L. I ended up keeping score at the table where they were all sitting. L was a riot. She's 24, a teacher, a stoner (though she really tried to hide it), a nutcase, and smoking hot! She is already on her 2nd divorce with 2 kids. But most importantly, she was a slut and looking to get laid. She all but said so. Talk about getting a horny old perv like me going. I mean, she's clearly a nut job. But she knew what she was doing. And she knew what it was doing to ME. At one point it was pretty much just the two of us sitting at the table while everyone else was shooting etc. She was telling me how she kept her students in-line in class. Evidently, she wears really short skirts and sits on her desk. I said "Does the name Mary Kay Letourneux mean anything to you?" She gave me this really wide eyed grin and nodded her head enthusiastically (I think I see jail time in her future). The whole time we were having this conversation she was rubbing against my leg. Every once in a while she'd put her head on my shoulder. Of course, smelling sex in the air, who showed up? Work C. Puffing up his chest. Talking trash. The usual. He was having surgery the next morning on his knee. He kept saying "I really should go. Someone make me go". Meaning, "L I want you to say 'Don't go big strong alpa male type'". She didn't. So he said it over... and over. He was standing next to me trying to get between L and myself. He said it one more time, except this time I shoved him HARD towards the door and said "THAT help?!?" Did he go?!? NOOooooHOOOO!! He walked right back up and SAID IT AGAIN! I sat there and thought to myself "You have to be the dumbest asshole on the face of the planet right now".

He eventually took the hint and left. After a bit it was my turn to shoot. I had X take my place. Things between X and T (see posts over last few weeks) ended so he was "eligible" again. I had a feeling those he and L would end up hooking up. During my match, I looked over and sure enough, she had pulled her chair right up to his and was sitting in it sideways while leaning back on him. He had his back to us and his arms around her. Quick work. I was bummed my opportunity went, but at the same time I'd MUCH rather see X get somewhere than Work C. And I am, after all, married. Really I shouldn't even think about getting anyware. So I went back to my match. By the time I was done, he had walked her to the door and was saying good bye to her. When he got back I said "WTF was that?!?! Why didn't you go with her?!" He said "Man, I've done that before and got burned. I didn't want to do it again." I said "Listen, in case you haven't picked up on it, she was after one thing tonight. And it's not a boyfriend." He said "Yeah she said some things that made me realize she wasn't 'dating' material". I said "So, if SHE wants to fuck, and YOU want to fuck, what's wrong with FUCKING?!?! Wear a condom, have a good time, enjoy the moment!" He told me they have a date later this week. I certainly hope he has a good time. But I see a replay of T coming. I.e., Work C starts in on L just like he did T with X just standing there getting pushed off to the side. I mean, it's one thing for me or even Work C to flirt with someone who is "fair game" so to speak. Not really because we're both married and really shouldn't do anything beyond talk. But if there are no conflicts, then all's fair. It's another thing to horn in on someone who is a) single b) has a hard time with women and c) is a friend just to puff up your own ego. The boss and I have discussed it. Even though this girl isn't exactly marrying material, X is interested, even if it's just for fun. So we're going to both tell Work C to keep his mouth shut around her and leave X to succeed or fail on his own. I'm willing to bet he won't be able to help himself though.

That was the entertainment for the evening. The real purpose for the night is always pool. And my match was AWESOME. I drew one of their top players. He's a young kid who is really good. But he's arrogant as hell. He's a shit talker too. I hear him saying all the time how no one can play him, he's too good for most people on and on. He regularly goads Work C into playing him. Work C always spanks him. Anyway, I was standing there waiting for the match to start. He asked me what my handicap is. I told him. I'm about 3 rankings below him. His is really high. The way our team works is, we have 10 people, we shoot 10 matches a night. We committed to everyone that if you show up, you will play at least once. Work C already played his match. So it was me or someone with an even lower hendicap to play him. He turned away from me and said to his coach "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Which really pissed me off. So I said "I'm sorry I'm not worthy to share the table with you. Who else do you want to play? Work C already shot his and left. I can put my 2 up?" His response was "Your a funny man". I won the lag. By the time I stepped up to break the first rack, the exchange had me royally pissed. I sunk 2 on the break and it was downhill for him after that. I felt completely in the zone. The more pissed off I was, the more in the zone I was. As soon as he would miss, I would already see my next shot and would be moving to take it even before the cue ball stopped rolling. There was no doubt. When I took a shot, I knew it was dropping. If I couldn't see a shot, I had no doubt that I would still get a good hit. If there was no way in hell I could get a clean hit, I still knew he wouldn't be able to do anything with it. I'm not sure how I was so confident. But I let it all flow through me. When they called the last ball I needed to beat him, the score was so lopsided that I could've beaten him straight up with no handicaps.

After it was all over, PP said "walk with me to my car". When we got there she said "sit in the passenger seat". Who am I to argue. She closed her door and leaned over to my side. I could smell her freshly shampooed hair, feel the heat from her skin next to mine. She opened the glove box and handed me a little baggie from within. I bet this isn't where you thought this was going did you? Pervs!! So anyway, I've officially joined the ranks of recreational herbalist. Take me back to college... sniff... ah the old days.

Whoa!! The hit's, they are a rollin!! I checked this morning to see that my hit counter is ticking off the numbers like mad! Big thanks to Anita's Erotica for the reciprocal link. Also a big thanks to new linker Viviane's Sex Carnival. I've added Viviane to my blogroll as well. I'm honored.

I won't go into gory details of my weekend. Mostly because there are none to be had. Mrs went on her trip to the mountains with her girlfriends. I stayed home and doted on my wonderful daughter. Sadly, I couldn't convince anyone to come by and see me. So I spent the evenings after C went to bed watching internet porn and masturbating. Which was also immensely unsatisfying. Amatuer pornographers out there, let me send you three little words of advice. CUM SHOT!! SOUND!! Maybe it's because I spend far too much time perusing videos of carnal debauchery and have become desensitized to the whole "porn thing". But what does it for me, is the notion of a woman being pleasured. If you want to get me rock hard, let me see AND HEAR the sounds of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. And not some fake shit most porns have. Some woman screaming at the top of her lungs "OH GOD!!! GIVE ME THAT COCK!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY!!!". I'm not saying that dirty talk isn't a turn on. What I'm saying is the over the top, trying to impress some hollywood director who MIGHT stumble across this video with dazzling acting skills ala Meg Ryan isn't my idea of a turn on. When a woman is getting pounded by two guys with cocks so large it makes me want to never pop mine out with the lights on is screaming absurd lines in a voice not unlike nails scraping a chalkboard, you HAVE to conclude it's an act.

Another huge turnoff for me is a woman doing neck gymnastics to "gaze" into the camera while she's giving a blowjob etc. etc. I watched a video of a black girl fucking 2 guys for over an hour. There was not one instant where she didn't look at the camera. She could be on all fours while the guy pounded away from behind. The camera would be at some crazy angle between his legs so that you could see his cock hammer in and out of her pussy. In the background you'd see her head droop down and there she was, "gazing" into the camera upside down. It is one of the reasons the Paris Hilton video did nothing for me. She spent the entire time watching herself on the camcorder LCD while Rick Soloman pounded away. And she never once seemed like she was anything other than a beautiful blow up doll. You never heard her moan fake or otherwise. She looked like she was posing for a magazine. It didn't do anything for me.

What really turns me on is hearing a woman softly whimper. Perhaps a quiet "Oh god". Things uttered without thought of a camera. Then seeing a woman squinch her face up as if getting prodded with a needle followed by a gasp, maybe even a scream, and uncontrollable shaking. That's when I know it's the real deal. When it is entirely uncinematic. Hell, even the screaming is ok when it's not obviously fake. I watched a video that was on the net of a woman riding one of those "saddle" vibrators. The one that looks like a saddle for a horse with some device attached to the top of it. It was on a joke site because she was making such crazy sounds and faces. But it was obvious to me either a) she was an incredible actress or b) she was really getting off. She would alternate between a moan and a scream. Her body shook uncontrollable. Finally she threw herself off of it and crumpled exhausted. In spite of the fact that she was so out of control it was funny, I watched it with the biggest boner.

Wouldn't you know it! Mrs walked up to me last night and said "My Mom said she would call you some time Saturday to bring C over and she would keep her overnight". I almost blew a gasket right there. She pulls this kind of shit all the damned time. First, she says 2 weeks ago she'd keep her. So I thought, "Cool, maybe I'll go out. Maybe I'll shoot a little pool. Maybe I'll see if any of the gang wants to do something. Maybe A will be interested in a little romp." Then, last week she changed her tune to "I'll keep her for a few hours IF Mr. needs me to". So cancel any plans for going out. Then, at the last minute, she magnanimously offers to keep her after all. She knows full well what she's doing. She pulled this kind of shit the last time Mrs went out of town. She offered to watch C for a bit. So I took her up on it. I went and ran errands for about 3 hours. When I got back she bitched and moaned that I took so long. I told Mrs I wouldn't let her keep her even if she paid me for the priviledge. Unfortunately, I have absolutely NOTHING to do. It's going to rain all weekend. Then, C goes down around 9pm. I was hoping to spend a lot of time wearing her little but out outside. I'll have to come up with something else. Also, A said it looks like playing is off the table. I haven't heard back from her so I assume she's a no go. So I'll be sitting home twiddling my damned thumbs. Maybe I'll go on-line and look for some mischief.

Things appear to have come to a head with X and his love interest. You'll remember a few weeks ago Work C really pissed me off by horning in on X (see Sept 22nd entry below). Well, last week the girl (T for now) showed up and hung out with us all again. X was out of town. After our matches were all over it ended up being T, Work C, and myself again. The previous week I bailed hoping Work C would take the hint and let the party end (he didn't). So this week I decided to hang around until the bitter end and be a fly in the ointment. I guess after I blew up at him last week the Boss found out what went on and went off on him too. So this night, Work C kept it all business. Some drunk asshole was going around trying to get a money game going. He watched Work C shoot and decided he didn't want any of it. We tried and tried to get him to put money up but he wouldn't. We were being complete asses too. A bunch of the guys we shoot with are handicapped. The dude was talking shit to them trying to get them to play for money. Work C started in on him. "I got your game, $X a rack". Suddenly he changed his tune. "I don't play for money" even though we had just heard him. So we started, "If it's one thing I can't stand, it's a hustler. Put your money down, or piss off. He'll try to pick a money game with a guy in a wheelchair, but when a real players wants a go it's 'oh.. I don't play for money' like a pussy" on and on. Eventually he left. During all of this, T got a phone call. Apparently, it was one of her employers letting her go. She was pretty pissed off. After the hustler left, out of the blue she said "You know what would cheer me up? A good hard fucking". Work C and I almost spit our drinks. There was no doubt in my mind it wasn't a statement, it was an invitation. Work C stammered a bit and kept shooting. A few minutes later, she said it again. At this point, she was playing a game. As she bent over the table to shoot, Work C leaned over to me and said "Never... EVER... leave your wingman. Especially tonight". I said "What we need to do, is just leave". Of course he wouldn't just do that. But I will say the shit talking never appeared. I guess between me and the boss we made our point. Eventually, we went up to close out our tab. She followed us while we did that. She paid then started to walk out. The bartender told us one of our buddies was next door singing karaoke. Him singing is one of those train wreck deals. It's horrible, but you can't look away. So Work C and I looked at each other and said "Let's go!" and started to walk to the karaoke area. T, who was now almost to the door, overheard this and shouted "WAIT UP!!". She ran to catch up with us. Obviously she was still looking for something. When we got to karaoke it was pretty dead. Our buddy was hammered and no where near able to get up and sing. We decided to head on out. T followed us the whole way. Her car was parked towards the back of the lot. Work C and mine were much closer. We split up as we headed to our cars. I opened my door and looked back at Work C who was opening his as well. T was still walking. He kinda motioned for me to wait a second. Right as she was about to get in her car he yelled to me "Now that she's gone, wanna go for breakfast." She jumped back out of her car and yelled "WHAT?!?! WITHOUT ME! ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! I'M HUNGRY!!!" He laughed, got in his truck, and left.

The next day we talked about it. There was no doubt in my mind, if either of us had bit on the "Need to get fucked" comment it would've happened. Which sucks for X because I think he really liked her. We decided that neither of us would tell him about it. He would never believe us anyway. I have to wonder if Work C had kept his mouth shut before, would she have been so bold? On one hand, if it wasn't us, it would be someone else. On the other, you never want your buddies to screw you over. ESPECIALLY if they're married. It MIGHT be different if a) everyone was single b) X was only mildly interested and c) we didn't all work and hang out together. But put them all together and Work C had no business pushing her buttons. She can be a tramp with someone else. I still don't think he gets that point.

I was working on a long post earlier. Then firefox decided to take a dump on me. Sigh... just as well. It wasn't really all that good anyway.

I added a couple of blogs to my blogroll. Be sure to check them out. Very hot.

Hot Wife
and
Anita's Erotica

The upcoming weekend is going downhill quickly... before it even arrives. Mrs is going out of town. I planned to have at least one evening of debauchery as the Mrs-in-law offered to keep C for one night. Then she backed out and changed it to "she'll keep her if I need her to". There is no way in hell I'll let her keep C at this point. If I did, all I would get is guilt trips. Which means that the ONLY way I could do anything entertaining is to do so at my house with C home. While I'm not opposed to it. I am seriously limited as to what kind of entertainment I will allow with her around. And even more importantly, who. I mean, I wouldn't object to having a person or 2 over after she went to bed. But basically I would limit them to only someone I know. Which seriously limits any opportunity for run of the type I'm interested it. Oh well.

Aside from the MIL putting a damper on the weekend, I think C and I will have a lot of fun otherwise. I need to come up with something good to do to wear her little butt out by bed time.

I walked in the house Thurs after work. Mrs was standing there prying her hand in a very OJ'eque manner into, what I can only describe as, the right hand of Darth Vader. It was a black glove with straps and a "power pack". I looked inquisitively. She flicked a switch and the most bizarre humming/buzzing sound erupted from her hand. It sounded like a cross between a dremel tool biting into material and a swarm of angry hornets. She giggled, then walked over and stuck her hand firmly on the top of my head. This was what Mrs decided to purchase at the pa$$ion party (again, don't want Mrs googling her way here). I guess this shows the difference between what I think of as "kinky" and what SHE thinks. I was expecting something like... these. I guess they would be too... sexual.

I tried it on. It took a fair amount of wriggling to get my hand in it. As soon as I turned it on I realized this thing would be very difficult to use. The glove had little vibrating pads on every finger including the thumb. Immediately, my hand got sort of.. desensitized because of all the buzzing. I tried to rub Mrs shoulders, but it was hard to tell if I was even touching her. Or touching her too hard etc.

Sunday afternoon Mrs put C down for her "nap" (mostly C just lays there. The days of napping are over). After she put her down she apparently put the glove on. I heard the swarm approaching. Mrs started rubbing my head... then my neck. She said "Lay down". I did so. She started rubbing all over my chest, my arms, my legs, my feet. She let her hand drift to my thigh and under my shorts. Abruptly, she stopped and said "Your turn". I tugged and pulled and wriggled my way into it. Again, as soon as I turned it on my fingers almost went numb. I started rubbing her head, her face, her neck. She had just gotten out of the shower before she put C down and was wearing her robe. I let my hand drift passed the lapel of her robe and to her nipple. She arched her back. I untied her robe and let my hand drift south to her stomache, then to her thighs. I let my fingers lightly brush from her thighs to her pussy. I didn't want to waste too much time. I wanted to play before Mrs lost her nerve and told me to stop. While my hand circled her pussy I took her earlobe in my teeth. After a minute of nibbling on her ear I realized I had no idea where my hand was. I couldn't feel anything. I moved so that I could watch what I was doing. I turned so that my head was near her pussy and my feet were near her head. Even watching I had a difficult time knowing where the pad on my fingertips were. I tried to position one finger on her clit. I have no idea whether or not I got it. Eventually she reached down and grabbed my hand. I assume she positioned it right. The next thing I knew she was arching her back and biting me on my leg. She began to convulse and shoved me away from her hard. She lay on the bed convulsing for a few seconds. At this point I was on my knees watching her writhe. My cock was near her mouth. She reached up and took it in her mouth. I knelt forward so that we were in 69 position and gingerly let my fingers trace the outside of her pussy lips. She twitched at first, then started to writhe against my hand. I was worried she would be too sensitive still after just cumming. She thrust her hips at my hand. I let my fingers drift back and forth from her clit to her pussy. I really wanted to try to stick a vibrating finger in. But the glove was too awkward. She sucked my cock hungrily. After a few minutes she started shaking. She turned her head away from my cock towards my leg and, again, bit the shit out of me as she started convulsing. I tried to stay with her and push her over the edge. Again, she violently pushed me away. I tried to let her sit for a minute so we could play some more, but she would have none of it. She grabbed my hand and started trying to peel the glove off. I thought maybe she would play with it on me. Instead, as soon as I got it off of my hand, she threw herself on her back pulling me on top of her. She dug her heels into the backs of my legs pulling me inside her. As I drove my cock home, she grabbed my ass with her hands and pulled me to her as if she wanted us to meld together. She made a gutteral sound as she pushed and pulled my ass riding me from below. I came almost immediately.

I have very mixed emotions about pool last night. We started about 20 minutes late because 1/2 the team showed up late. Even then we were still missing a few key players. When you are in that situation, it makes it very difficult to lead the team strategically. Because of the handicaps of the available people, the match was limited to 1 player. We said "X, you're up". His reply was "No. I'm not ready. I need to warm up." Which really pissed me off. We start the same time every week, you know what your capabilities are and how you need to warm up, it's not my job to get you ready to play. It's only my job to play you. So we started trying to think of a way to deal with the new situation. X overheard us talking about how it fucked us up and said "Ok ok... I'm ready". The whole way it went down threw me off. When it was my turn to play, I got spanked. It's not an excuse. I played like shit. I probably would've played like shit anyway. But it didn't help. I went from grumpy to out and out foul.

After my match was over, I went to the practice table and started slamming balls down. After about 10 or so racks I started getting my shit back together and my mood improved. Turns out it didn't matter. I didn't play again.

Back to X. X is an interesting character. I need to come up with a good monicker for him because his name begins with C and there are already too many C's in this blog. For this post at least, he'll stay X. Anyway, X has the most unusual attitude. He's VERY arrogant... sometimes. Sometimes he's a really good guy. Sometimes he's an asshole. He doesn't really "get" socializing. So he reacts in bizarre ways to mundane things like... people asking him how a date went. He takes the question as some kind of opening move for people to bash him, when in fact we are truly interested in his well being and happiness. It just so happens he has a new love interest. He's one of those guys who just doesn't get women. He tries too hard. He can't make good conversation when he does get somewhere. Sometimes he just throws his hands up in frustration and doesn't try at all. Sometimes when he tries to be cute and come on to someone he goes over the top and scares them off. The poor guy is really clueless... and lonely. A few weeks ago, X met a girl out at the bar while we were playing. She's very cute. Young. Smart. If I were single I would probably make an ass of myself trying to hit on her. They talked and talked. Ultimately, they left together. I don't think anything happened. I think it was just a simple walk her to her car thing. But it was very promising. Of course, the next day everyone gathered around him like a bunch of sorority girls. To say his response was cool is an understatement. So we backed off. The next week, she showed up again. Again they talked a lot. They left together. Again it seemed more like a walk to the car, but it looked good for him. The next day again, we gathered, prodded and pried, this time we got that they had an actual date. Next week.. same deal. We asked, except this time we got "Why don't you just back off!" Which of course really sat with us wrong. We really want to see him hit it off with this girl. We figured by the way he reacted, she wasn't interested. But... the next week she showed up again. They talked a lot. It seemed like things were going good. We decided that we weren't interested in his life because of his reaction. But we still noticed... and privately rooted for him.

Cut to last night. She showed up again. We weren't at our home bar. So she had to go out of her way to come out. She showed up after I had already lost and was slamming balls down. Work C (see... too many C's) came over and started playing games with me. Then it started. X was shooting a match, so she was by herself sitting generally by the table we were practicing on. Work C started talking shit. It started off innocently enough. But it progressed to definite button pushing. He asked her what kind of panties she was wearing. When she answered he made a comment like "I guess X really likes polka dots" or whatever her answer was. Now... we don't know what their status is. Are they dating and are quiet about it? Have they actually been sleeping together? Is she undecided and is still feeling the situation out? Either way, it's none of Work C's business and he CERTAINLY shouldn't be pushing her buttons like that. Let's just say she's on the fence about X, when Work C implies that they are hooking up, wouldn't that scare her off? Maybe even think X has been talking shit to us? Maybe even lying? None of which is true. But Work C had no business pushing that button. The conversation went downhill from there. At one point talk of vibrators came up. I was all ears at this point because, appropriate or not, it was still a good conversation. Eventually, she started playing pool with him. The shit talking ratcheted to a whole new level. By this time, X was done with his match and was hanging around with us. Work C started betting her for her panties. And she lost. And he bet her again... and again. It was around this time that I started whispering to Work C "What are you doing? Back off man?" His response was "Naw... it's nothing". I was watching X the whole time this was going on and I could tell it was eating at him that Work C was monopolizing the whole thing. It reminded me of when A and I were talking about getting together. He did the same shit back then. I couldn't really say anything because I really shouldn't have been talking to her anyway. To say something would out and out let him know what was going on. So I HAD to keep my mouth shut. But X is different. He's uncomfortable around women. And you have Work C running his mouth and upstaging him. He didn't know what to do. The really bad part was, at this point, a) she was drunk and b) she was actually digging it. I told him again to cut it out. Again, he blew me off. Finally, I decided to leave. I hoped that it would end right there and Work C would leave them alone. Oh no... he wanted to go to breakfast. I found out this morning that it was just Work C and her. X left. Small wonder.

Now, I don't know whether X really stood a chance with her or not. He has tons of things against him. But it's up to HIM to either succeed or fuck it up. He doesn't need some arrogant asshole who thinks everything coming out of his mouth is like harps and angels to women. I don't even know why it even bothers me. It's not my life. It's X's life. But when I heard this morning that just the two of them went to eat without X, I blew up at Work C. I yelled "You are such an asshole, you KNOW how X is, and you totally jumped his game". Work C shook his head and in the most arrogant manner possible said "No". I yelled at him some more, told him he was a stupid arrogant dick. His response was "I can live with that".

I've been fuming ever since. And it's not even my problem. Every time I start to ease Work C back into my sphere of the world, he does something that reinforces my initial evaluation that he is simply no good and someone I should cut from my life. Or since I have to work with him, minimize. I'm actually debating quitting the pool team. I should probably just let this blow over. Maybe I should be on meds or something and I'm looking for anything to be pissed about. But at this very moment, every time he opens his mouth my blood pressure rises and I want to shout at the top of my lungs "SHUT.... THE... FUCK... UP!!!"

Pool night tonight blah blah blah...

After the last couple of weeks I have to say I'm less enthusiastic about going. Our team is in a post victory slump and getting our asses kicked. PP turned into a real bitch last week and pissed me off to the point I'm distancing myself from her personally and professionally. The tournament we worked so hard to get into is this weekend and it sounds like half the team is bailing. I liked it better when we didn't really stand a chance.

A downside to distancing myself from PP is the loss of opportunity of an... herbal kind. You see, I've never done much by way of recreational pharmaceuticals. I've smoked a little weed and tried acid a couple of times. Acid really bored me. Or maybe it was the company. When I was in a band, our guitar player liked to "broaden his perceptions". Except that all he would talk about is how people never "felt" the music for hours... and hours... and hours like a broken fucking record. The last time I dropped any, we spent a good 3 hours listening to R.L. Burnsides and laughing hysterically followed by another 3 hours of watching one of his hippie friends sleep in a lawn chair next to the road snoring his ass off. He sounded like a fucking bear. Around 3am I got bored with the whole thing and decided to go home and sleep. Which was the ONLY interesting thing about tripping that night. I couldn't distinguish between being asleep and awake. I wouldn't call it a bad trip because I knew what was going on. But it was annoying.

I smoked a little weed here and there too. Almost every time I ended up with a massive headache. Then again most of the time I accompanied it with tremendous amounts of alcohol. One time I went to visit a friend at the beach. She and I had met professionally and hooked up. We never really dated because she lived about 12 hours away from me. This was one of those... in the area lets have some fun deals. I didn't know she smoked at all. When presented with opportunity I joined in for "walks on the beach". Same end result, massive headache the next morning.

For some reason lately, I've been fascinated with the notion of getting high. Maybe I'm hitting a pre-middle age crisis. But I have a burning (ha!) desire to try it again. More objectively this time. I.e. without alcohol and see what happens. Unfortunately, PP was my hook-up and now I'm not so sure if I should pursue it. Also, I'm a complete idiot when it comes to supply. Everytime in the past, I was with someone who provided. I don't even know the language. I feel like such a square. I can see me now walking up with $5 "how much 'stuff' can I get for this?" It's hell being a dork.

Groan... what a weekend!

C's birthday party was a huge success. Mrs is one of the most creative people I know. We did the whole thing at our house. She did a "safari" theme and set up ALL of the decorations herself. The cake, while baked in a bakery, was decorated by Mrs. She made little edible palm trees out of pretzel sticks, leaves from fruit roll ups, little icing palm fronds. She even made these little monkeys out of dark and white chocolate. It was amazing. The weather mostly cooperated. But it was fucking hot... wait a minute, no it was fucking HAWT!! In keeping with the theme I wore some cargo shorts, one of my fishing shirts, a boonie hat, my combat boots, a belt with a machete and canteen. I was sweating profusely the whole day. We had a threat of serious rain, but it went around us. By the end of the day the storm brought in a breeze which felt AWESOME. C had a blast.

I crashed around 10:00 last night, exhausted. Around 2am I suddenly woke up. My body decided that it was time to get up and that was that. I'm not sure what time I fell back asleep, but I woke up again around 5ish. After the day we had, 25ish screaming kids, extreme heat, cleanup, I am completly baffled as to why I kept waking up.

Today I had to take C for her 4 year check up. For those of you without kids, I think this has been the most horrible check up of them all. You see, at 4, they have to have a whole ton of shots. They have them every year up until then too. But this year is the worst because when they're an infant, they don't really know what's going on. Same thing at 2. Then they hit 3 and they sort of know what's going on, but it goes in and out of their brain. But the 4th year, they know, and they remember... and YOU took them there for no good reason (at least in their little minds). It's bad enough hearing that blood curdling scream followed by the silent scream. You know the one, where they are crying so hard they don't make any noise. But then to watch them get stuck again.... AND again. It kills me. Thank God I have Mrs to be there with her. I have to leave the room. This year I actually felt a tear well up because I know that she understands what's going on and I feel guilty for taking her there. I know she's better off having had the shots. She'll be more healthy and will not suffer the horrors of the diseases these prevent. But SHE doesn't understand that. Only that she had a great birthday yesterday, then we drug her off to the Dr. for no good reason and stuck her a bunch of times. Mrs was going to take her to school, but she decided to spend the day at home with her playing with her new toys. Fortunately, these are the last shots she has to have for many years.

So, no takers for geosexing? Damn! I thought I was onto something. Ah well.

2 times in 1 day. This bitch is ON FIIAARRE!!

I was reading more about an interesting hobby, geocaching. I have GPS, a sense of adventure, a compass. I think I'll give it a try. For those of you still stuck in the pre-tech age, geocaching is like a treasure hunt. There is a central repository of caches. You go look up one in your area. It's basically a set of coordinates. Then you take your GPS and try to find it. It can be anything from a tuperware container with little knick knacks to a log book. There are even caches were the location is in front of a webcam. You have to get someone to watch it, capture the image, and post it. Something to try when I'm bored.

Being the pervert that I am, I thought of an interesting... mutation if you will. You have dogging in the UK (where people meet in designated parking areas and hook up), but there's nothing comparable in the US. Or if there is, my head is so far up my ass as to have discovered it. We could start geosexing... Essentially, you advertise a location... maybe your gender.. maybe even your desire... m for f etc... Maybe not and whatever happens happens. I'm surprised no one has thought of this yet (or again, if they have my head is too far up my ass...)

Ponder... talk amongst yourselves...

Blogger has made a change to their main page which either a) hangs firefox or b) crashes it altogether. I'm attempting this post using their ""mailto" feature.

While surfing my usual sites I discovered Ledemure has a new site at http://www.ledemureannex.blogspot.com. Let me just say that her first site is awesome. God I wish I were in my 20s again. This site seems to be a side project of sorts... and DAMN! This girl is smoking.

Also, a shout out to new linker, Still crazy in love. Reciprocal is in the side bar.

This weekend is going to be nuts. C's birthday party is Sunday. Mrs invited a SHITLOAD of kids. I have so much work to do in the yard. Then my damned sister decided to horn in on C's time with grandma. I've noticed my parents seem to choose to do "events" with my nieces over C.

For instance, My Mom has gone to several of my niece's birthday parties, but has yet to come to one of C's. My Dad has been to a couple of things too. He hasn't come to anything for C either. This weekend, my Mom decided to come to C's party. Ok. I'm glad. We can check off that grandma has come to at least 1 thing. She's getting in town Saturday afternoon. The original plan was, for her to take C out and do stuff while Mrs and I stayed home and worked. Except now, my sister has decided to bring her kids to visit Sat. afternoon as well. Now I'm all for her
kids seeing my Mom. They have just as much right as C does. But damnit, it's not like my Mom is just coming up for a visit. We're throwing a huge party and have shit to do! My sister is a stay at home Mom. My BIL is in the military and often spends months away from home. Sis takes these opportunities to go visit the grandparents. I'd say on average, she
visits my Mom and Dad about 5 or 6 times a year. Whereas Mrs and I work and can't always drive all the way to south florida or atlanta. We probably only get to visit them 3 or 4 times. Less with my Dad. More like 2 or 3. I would never hold her spending this much time visiting
against her. She has the time. It's tough dealing with 2 young kids while the BIL is off fighting a war. And it's HER time and my MOM'S time. But when it's C's turn, let her have her turn. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO THAN ENTERTAIN!!! Argh!!!

Pool night was... different. We got our asses kicked big time. And I got into an argument with PP. She really pissed me off this time. Usually our arguments go something like... me: say something a little bit political... her: spout some uber liberal party line bullshit... me:
argue... her: continue to spout unoriginal crap straight from a politicians mouth.. often times incorrectly... me: refute... so on and so on. This time, we argued about Katrina. Except I didn't start it. As usual, she was dead wrong about a few things. First and most importantly,
who is responsible for maintaining the levee system in New Orleans. The politicians are all pointing fingers at each other. But really, at least from my research (and I have), it's actually the responsibility of New Orleans. The Corp of Engineers has oversite. But that's it. This actually came as a surprise to me. I, like everyone else, thought it was
their job to maintain. I saw a great interview on CNN with the head of the Louisianna division who layed out the structure of support. Anyway, I pointed this out to PP. Her response was simply "I ought to know, I lived there". Which obviously means she knows. I mean, I bet she can quote the Louisianna State of Emergency laws. I can. But I don't live there and
never have. I looked them up becuase I was pissed off about the state of "martial law" and government completely ignoring all rights. But since I didn't live there I can't possibly know more than an ignorant ex-resident. But none of this pissed me off. What really got me, was a) the way she argues. She can't possibly know what I'm arguing because she never lets
me finish a sentence. She'll finish it for me with some sarcastic crap straight from the liberal's handbook of what conservatives say (again, couldn't be more wrong). That doesn't really even bother me so much except that later, she'll remember HER version of the conversation and not mine. Then b) she told me to shut up. Which, when you're arguing with
me, is the quickest way to take it to the next level. I actually don't remember much about the rest of the evening because except that I really wanted to strangle her. Even she knew she took it too far. She immediately apoligized. I just shut my mouth and tried to cool off.

The only other semi-interesting thing that happened was a couple of new players. One was on the other team. Oh... My.. God she was hot! She wore these jeans that had to be painted with my favorite article of clothing of all time... a thong peeking out of the top. Sigh... The
other isn't really a team player. She is the love interest of one of my co-workers. She's pretty cute with a great body, has a take no prisoners attitude, is a really good shot, and likes hanging out with us. I would say, more specifically with the co-worker, but we're getting a vibe that says she more about playing pool than playing him. To me it's
entertaining to watch. I don't really have any interest in the outcome, just the interaction in general.

I woke up yesterday in the mood to jerk off. I don't know why. I didn't have a particularly erotic dream. Mrs didn't do anything to get me worked up. I was just in the mood to masturbate. Sadly, Mrs scrambled around the house trying to get ready for work in a most decidedly unorganized manner doing her best to stymie my plans. I procrastinated getting in the shower. Took my time getting C dressed. Watched the news a bit longer than normal all in an attempt to have a few minutes of whacky time after Mrs left for work and before I had to go. You'd think by now she'd be able to read my mind and know when to expedite her depature?!?! Finally she left. I was all alone.... and had lost the mood. Nothing I could do would spark the desire to experience self love. Finally I cracked open the laptop and looked at some weak free porn. It was enough to get the job done. On the whole, it was a completely unsatisfying experience.