I drove the family downtown yesterday for a dinner to celebrate Mrs' birthday. As we came to a stop at an intersection, I looked in the rearview mirror. A young couple, either in their late teens or early 20's, were sitting side by side in what looked to be a 90something Honda Accord, making out while waiting for the light. If I remember my cars correctly, there is a gear shift in both the manual and automatic version of the Accord that makes sitting side by side a challenging exercise. I kept half an eye on the rear view mirror while waiting for the light. At one point, he put his hand on the top of her head and pressed it downwards. For a split second, I thought she was going to disappear below the steering wheel. Instead, she pushed his hand away, laughed, and continued kissing him.

The light turned green. We were in a particularly busy section of town. Traffic crawls from light to light. I continued to keep one eye on the mirror. I noticed, while we drove, neither of her hands were visible. I felt a stirring in my loins as the voyeur in me awoke. I remembered my teenage days, driving to a date with my girlfriend next to me. I didn't have my own car back then. My Grandmother had a Delta 88 with the split bench seat she would let me use on Friday nights for dates. It was easy for my girlfriend to slide over to my side on the way to wherever we were going. She would never go "all the way". In fact, for the most part, our sexual experiences consisted of me trying to get my hands as far as I could. She rarely, if ever reciprocated in that way. Of course, after token protests, she would let me get pretty damned far before she would stop me.

I watched the couple in the car behind me thinking of the insane desire from raging hormones. The intense pleasure of the first touch of someone's hands (other than my own). I remembered driving to the movies with my girlfriend all the way over next to me, her head on my shoulder, resting her hand on my thigh just inches away from my rock hard cock thinking to myself "please.. just touch it a little". The desire and need coursed through my body leaving me in a perpetual state of arousal no amount of masturbation could satisfy.

Some asshole whipped in right behind us blocking my view (what little of it there was). Doesn't he know I was trying to watch them?!? When he pulled over to a turn lane, I noticed the heads were all where they should've been (i.e. back over in the passenger seat). They turned away at the next road. For the rest of the trip I wondered where they went. Back to their parents? To his place? Did they rip each others clothes off the second they walked in the door? Were they both so horny they almost came from a mere touch?

Women's bobhead... HA! There's something bizarre about getting a blowjob while watching women's bobsledding.

I had a really hard day yesterday. I know... wah... but it's my blog and I'll vent if I want to. Mrs and I took a little mini-vacation to the mountains. Yesterday was my first day back and I kept getting call after call about a system I put in recently. People keep saying it doesn't do X or it used to do Y and now it doesn't. Time after time I show them they are wrong. It does X or it does Y EXACTLY like it used to. Yesterday was the same. Except the complaint came down from as high up as you can possibly go. Again, I wasted hours proving that the system works EXACTLY as it did and should.

When I walked in the door yesterday after work, Mrs was walking around... scratch that, she was moping around. Evidently, she had a hard day too. It's that time of year where she goes through hell until about the middle of April (and no she's not an accountant though the stress levels and timing seem to match). Needless to say, between the two of us things were... tense. To top it off, C had a really bad day at school and got a note.

After dinner, I really didn't feel up to anything, not even changing the channel from the Olympics to something equally mind numbing. I sat on the couch in a semi-vegatative state lamenting my shitty day and the fact that I haven't been laid in weeks, not even during our mini-vacation. There didn't seem to be any hope of getting any in the near future either with Mrs being in a pissy mood and her job making life miserable.

She walked out of the bedroom freshly showered wearing a silk teddy. She moved to the couch blocking my view of the Italian bobsled team blast down the course. Not that I really minded. Without a word she knelt between my legs and unbuckled my belt. She was all business as she unbuttoned my pants, unzipped the zipper, and unceremoniously yanked my pants down. As soon as my pants cleared my feet she started running her hands up my legs, rubbing my thighs, letting her thumbs drift along the inside of my thighs until they were just teasing my balls. With her left hand, she slid her fingers across the top of my thighs letting them slide where her thumbs had just been so that they just lightly tickled my balls. Then she did the same with her right. She went back and forth, left then right, each time letting her fingers slid across the underside of my balls ever so lightly.

I have to say, I used to be able to take or leave any ball play. I used to always think to myself, "Ok that's great but put your mouth on my cock!!". Now, it is an extreme turn on. Especially feather light touches. Which is exactly what Mrs continued to do.

She lowered her mouth to my cock. As she teased my balls, she started fucking me with her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, using her tongue to apply pressure to various parts of my cock as she worked her mouth up and down. Her hands and mouth felt incredible. I wanted to explode in her mouth. Instead, I stopped her and pulled her on top of me. Again, she was all business as she lowered herself onto my cock, grinding her hips against me as I slid completely inside her. She pulled the straps of her teddy aside, grabbed my head and shoved my mouth against her breast. She continued to grind my cock deeper and deeper in her pussy. With both hands in my hair, she pulled my head from one breast to the other. Her sudden aggresiveness was an extreme turn on. Usually, when she's on top, I can go for hours. For me to cum, I have to be on top. To my surprise, I felt my orgasm begin to well up deep in my balls. To this point, Mrs had been satisfied to sit on top of me, my cock buried deep inside her pussy while she ground herself against me. She began to fuck me hard. With a scream she buried my head between her tits (almost crushing my nose). There is something so erotic about a woman screaming out as she cums. Especially if it is an uncontrollable scream. You know the one I'm talking about. Not the quaint little "Oh god I'm going to cum" on soft porn. I'm talking about the kind of sound she would be mortified to hear herself make. A combination scream, hiccup, snort, cough.. I can't even do the sound justice. But you know instantly that it's something that can't be faked. For me, knowing there are tiny little explosions of pleasure going off to make that sound, almost always makes me cum. Mrs body shook uncontrollably. She alternately squeezed and pulled away, as if she had to have more but couldn't take it when she got it. I felt myself go over the edge. I could feel the wave of pleasure start in my balls and rush up through the tip of my cock.

So ultimately, the day didn't turn out so bad after all.

I'm a little wierded out putting part of my face out there. I mean, I've seen other blogger pictures that were partial face and I'm sure I would never recognize them in a crowd. But I KNOW my face. It's still unnerving.

Valentines day was... well... a typical Hallmark fucking holiday. Mrs had to make 20 little goody bags for all of the kids in C's class. C came home with one of those large gift bags like you use to put a present in instead of wrapping it full of valentines.

Mrs said she only wanted a card. I had to work really late Mon night. But I stopped by the drug store and picked out a card for both Mrs and C on the way home. When I got home I promptly crashed. Yesterday morning, as I was scrambling to get the trash out to the curb, C came walking up with the cutest homemade card. THEN Mrs brought me a card AND a gift. I was pissed. She said no gifts. It wasn't much. Just a little tiny lunchbox with some candy in it. But I hadn't even signed theirs yet. I felt like an idiot scrambling around to sign their cards real quick. Maybe I should've bought 2 cards. One for this year and one for next. Of course, I would probably lose them anyway.

I just really hate this day though. It is such a blatantly invented holiday by retailers. And it couldn't come at a worst time. Taxes... post Christmas bills. To top it off, Mrs went straight to bed after C's bath and fell asleep. I didn't even get laid.

Lazy weekend...

I spent the weekend recovering from late nights at work. I didn't even bother to shave...

No takers on my offer of directorial control? Probably just as well. I discovered a flaw in my idea. Mrs keeps the digital camera in her purse. I may still try to get a picture or two up anyway if I can.

I had the week from hell. We implemented a new SAN at work. For those of you who don't know what a SAN is, it stands for Storage Area Network. Essentially it's a system that has massive amounts of disk attached that other systems can use. One of my systems, for example, has minimal local disks. For data, I utilize a SAN. It's kind of like a big honking pool of disks for everyone to share.

Anyway, we HAD a SAN. It evolved from a small one for one team to a global one. We quickly outgrew it. So the powers that be decided we would do it right and drop MANY millions of dollars for the end all of SANS. After almost a year of procurement we finally got it. My boss decided that we... more specifically ME, would me the first to move a system from the old one to the new. Long story short, the new one is problematic. Our experts haven't a clue about anything other than windows which resulted in a few missteps, half steps, and a lot of confusion. Ultimately, my boss and I ended up figuring out how to implement THEIR product on unix. I ended up working several nights until after 3am this week just to have problems bright and early the next morning. I know... wah.

Needless to say, there wasn't much interesting to talk about other than the side effects of sleep deprivation.

Often times, especially when I'm busy, I write a post. I know what I said in my head. But then later when I look at the post, some of what went on in my head didn't make it to the post.

Let me clarify the last post. I mean I'm open to suggestions as to photo content.

Work work and more work!!

I'm suddenly busy as hell 24/7. I've been on-call for what seems like a fucking eternity. Then, one coworker went out with appendicitis, one went out for training, another suddenly decided he had to go out of town for a week to a baby shower (who the fuck goes to a shower for a whole week?!?!). So... I'm taking call for the 3rd weekend in a fucking row!! I'm also doing some installs which are requiring all nighters followed by all dayers to make sure nothing goes horribly awry.

I know... waaah!!

Since I have nothing new to write about and work is pretty damed boring, I've been toying with the idea of an experiment. I'm thinking of....

drumroll.... hold on to your hats... the excitement must be killing you... posting pictures... in spite of my overwhelming fear of discovery.

Having said that I'm not sure what interests people. Usually I don't give a shit and write whatever the hell I want. But for once nothing comes to mind for the subject.

So... IF you have any suggestions I'd like to hear them. Really... No I mean it this time.

As much as I love my little girl, sometimes I feel like I'm ready to strangle her.

We're going through a phase where she refuses to get her face wet for anything. During bath she screams and cries. This went on last year some at the pool. Often it resulted in Mrs and I taking her home after just a few minutes in the water. Right now, we're trying to "practice" getting her face wet. So far it's C 4 parent's 1. We spent and hour cajoling, crying, screaming, yelling, last night to get her face wet. Nothing. I'll say this, she's stubborn as hell for damned sure. I'm almost to the point of just dunking her head once. But I'm sure that'll leave permanent emotional scaring. I'm not sure how much longer I'm ready to fight over this one. I hate to cave in. I don't want to teach her that if she's stubborn enough we'll just give up. I know I hate hair washing time. And it's weird. Most kids LOVE swimming and blowing bubbles etc. Argh!!

Tommorrow is birthday hell. Why is it we'll go for a couple of weeks with nothing, then all of the sudden we have 4 birthday parties in 1 day. Do all the parents get together and plan this?

I have an invite to go to PP's house for a Super Bowl party. In a way I'm dying to go. I have a feeling her parties get really crazy. Unfortunately, I don't think it will be very kid friendly (which is kinda why I'm dying to go). PP and most of her friends smoke. I know PP smokes in the house and I have no reason to believe they would (or should) stop for C. That's my one pet peave. I will NOT allow C around that kind of environment. I don't have anything against smokers. Hell, I even smoke cigars (outside and away from C). But I grew up with every member of my family smoking EVERYWHERE. In the house, the car, at gatherings, etc. and etc. I have 40% reduction in air flow to my lungs as direct result. One of my most embarassing days in junior high school was when one of the hot girls starting making fun of the cigarrette smell coming off of my clothes. My Mom chain smoked while driving us to school. She was also a slob and never emptied the damned ashtray in the car. It was constantly overflowing with butts. Ugh.. I do NOT want C experiencing that. So I guess we'll be going to the "family" Super Bowl party. We've been to this every year for the past 6 or 7 years. There will be a lot of kids and soccer moms. Ugh..

Since quitting pool I have absolutely NOTHING to get excited about. I really miss the opportunity for mischief. Which is one of the reasons I would love to go to PP's party. I mean, they are mostly lesbians. But I think there is ample opportunity to be around trouble if not in it directly. Ah what I wouldn't give to talk shit to some hottie. My level of horny is off the charts right now too. Sure Mrs and I are having sex ocassionally. But it has gone back to being so formulaic. She'll do X, then I'll do Y, then we'll assume the position. EVERY single time. My lust for something different is at an all time high. ARGHGH!!!