Windin' down the week. Just got back from an entertaining lunch. Ladies, especially young college age ladies, let me give a quick word of advice (for what it's worth). When you are in public, even in a group of your friends, try to remember you are in public and leave the pimple popping, butt picking.... any general fidgeting at home. We sat down to lunch at a popular college hang out. As it is a beautiful day here, we opted to sit on the back patio. The table next to ours was occupied with 5 college age women. They were all in various styles of dress. You had the standard tie dye hippie. You had the 'dress like a hippie for now but I really have a 4.0 and several interviews with bio-weapons executives next week' type. The 'I adore Pink (the artist)' type. So on and so on. One young lady was beautiful. Red hair. She had that natural beauty about her. She wore those calf high sweat pant things, a halter top (the ones with the strings over the shoulder and that shows a lot of belly... I'm a guy I don't know what the hell you call these), and flip flops. She couldn't keep her hands off of herself. She reached around the back of her arm and picked a zit. She kept sticking her hands down the front of her shirt and either adjusted her tits or wiped crumbs out or god knows what. At one point she ran her hand down her side and into the waist band of her pants and for a split second I thought she was just going to pull them on down. In fact, it seemed like she was actually going to. Like she would do this at home without thinking. Then it seemed like she suddenly remembered where she was. Instead she let her hand slide around the waist band almost like she was caressing her hips finally pulling the waist band out and looking down into her pants like she forgot if she had underwear on or not. She crossed her legs and fidgeted with something on her calf and on and on. The only thing she didn't do was pick her nose or teeth. I have to say, it's not often I'm turned off by a beautiful woman. But in this case, I just wanted to scream "STOP FIDGETING!!!! YOU'RE GROSSING OUT THE REST OF US!!!!" I supposed it could've been meth or something like that that made her so fidgety. Anyway, it was amusing watching her.

Then we had an awkward moment where we were all eating. By this point, there were only two tables occupied. The redhead started talking about her boyfriend . Evidently, they got in some kind of fight. It wasn't particularly graphic or anything. But talk about awkward silence from us. We had no intention of eaves dropping. But we really didn't have anything to say to each other. We were stuffing our faces. AND, it seemed like an obvious attempt to cover the fact that everyone... and I mean EVERYONE was listening to what she was saying. Her voice was the only sound to be heard on the patio. Again I wanted to shout "Helloo.... there ARE people behind you". I mean, it'd be different if the place was packed. Instead, I kept expecting her to turn around and shout "Did you get all of that?!?!"

Elsewhere in pluffland, I took the friend from the beginning of this post out to shoot. Again, I'm not sure how much I should talk about her (if you're reading this.. you know who you are... feel free to chime in)... but there's nothing really salacious anyway. As I've said before, I'm a redneck and I enjoy redneck hobbies, shooting being one of them. There was no one at the range when we got there. Just us and the range master. Well... there were a couple of guys who left as we were getting set up. We had the place to ourselves for a good while. I took a gun large in size but small in caliber. I thought the lower power and large mass would make it easier to handle from a recoil standpoint. Anyway, I walked through some basics with her. Talked about stance, squeeze the trigger etc. Then I loaded 1 round and let her get a feel for the recoil. Then we went on to two etc. etc. Each time she shot I'd show her something more.. trying to build on basics. While I would talk to her... she would back away towards the air vents. It was... warm in the range. Not brutally hot. But definitely on the warm side. After about 15 minutes she finally said "I'm really hot" and turned towards the vent. She bent slightly forward and pulled the top of her shirt out so the air would blow down inside. I haven't really discussed her build etc. yet, but easy on the eyes in an understatement. She is model material. I'd even go so far as to say she could even be playboy material. She has a spectacular body. Her breasts are perfect. The shirt she wore was a little low cut. Enough to show cleavage without being obsene. She turned back to me and said "I'm dying. Give me your hand". I held my hand out. She grabbed it, lifted her shirt, shoved my hand up under and inside the wire of her bra and said "See!!! Booby sweat!!" Some people might have been grossed out... but it was so damned cute... and well. she's so hot who the hell would argue. Anyway, I think I showed her a few more things... I may have taken a few shots myself... I really don't recall... there's a... blank spot in my memory for just a few moments after.

As we went through the rounds and I showed her a few more things... she started shooting better. I decided to take things up a notch (training wise you pervs!!). I told her "Ok.. now, every time you flinch, you have to buy me a beer". She flinched a few times.

As we were leaving she said "We're going to hang out later. Will you come out and let me buy you those beers?". Who am I to turn down an invitation like that. So... I went and grabbed some dinner. She went home and got all unsweaty. Later, we met at the bar where everyone was going. I saw the same people from before. Again, it was just a little bit weird because I was obviously there to hang out with her. But we got past that quickly. One of the guy's girlfriend was there who I didn't see the previous time out. She's fun to talk to... in moderation.

Eventually my friend and I started hanging out and shooting some pool. As I said before, she's pretty open about her sexuality. It's one of the reasons I like hanging out with her. The talk eventually turned sexual. At one point, she said "Do you know what I've really been thinking about lately? Cowgirl". Then she mimiced it and said "Oh yeah... LIKE.. THAT!!!" Call me easy to amuse, but there's something about a smoking hot woman acting out a position that sends my brain off into fantasy land. Later, she said "Do you know how long it's been since I've had any (this is the friend who is going through a divorce)?!?!?!" She started ticking off the months. There were quite a few. I said "Well... not to sound like cheesy creepy guy, but.... you know I'll be glad to help out in that department...." That almost goes without saying. Anyone who knows me and who has read this blog knows damned good and well I would "help out" in a heartbeat.

Anyway, not much else happened. My kitchen pass expired and I had to leave. I enjoyed hanging out with her and the old gang. I don't know if she would ever take me up on my offer. I certainly wouldn't say no. But if nothing else, I have always had a blast just hanging out with her. Being in the company of someone beautiful who will talk about damn near anything is something I really missed from pool night. I guess living vicariously through others appeals to my inner voyeur.

While tripping down memory lane in my archives the other day I saw this post. It was actually about someone I knew. But at the time I wasn't sure how much I should say so I half-ass attempted to anonymize it a bit. Don't know how successful I was. Anyway, I don't usually get into stuff like that dream. I don't know if I could ever do it in real life or not. I'm really a big ol' pussy and cringe at the thought of hurting someone. But for some reason, maybe because deep down I knew this was a game to the both of us and ultimately this was about pleasing her, this one did and still does kinda turn me on a bit.

Hopefully, I'll have something more interesting than rehashing old posts soon.

Long slow weekend. The weather was pretty shitty on Saturday. It was sunny just enough to make you start to do some sort of outside activity. Then, the clouds would roll in suddenly threatening a torrential downpour. Sometimes it would pass and the sun would pop back out. Finally, at the end of the day, it rained. Had I known the whole day would've gone by without rain until the very end I would've done something... anything other than waste the day away surfing channels endlessly bored.

I had every intention of going for a ride yesterday. The weather was perfect for it. One thing lead to another. Mrs decided to go for a run leaving me to watch C. Then after she got back she wanted me to wait until she had her shower. Then she wanted me to take C to the playground blah blah blah. I also had a project I needed to do weighing guiltily in my mind. Finally, I decided to compromise. I talked C into a quick ride around the neighborhood (first time for her on the motorcycle) then I tackled my project. C had a blast. She giggled a lot. When I leaned into a turn (we were only going about 20 mph) she grabbed my arms tightly and giggled maniacly.

My project only took about an hour to do. I should've gone for a ride after, but I was feeling overly self satisfied and lazy afterwards. So I opted to watch the Godfather... over... and over... and over.

I had this long post going about a friend. Somewhere in mid-post I decided I didn't want to spend the effort to write anymore on that subject. So I went back and read some posts from my archive and came across this post about a day I took my motorcycle for a ride. The weather is beautiful this time of year and I have a sudden urge to go for another ride.

So there I was... naked on the couch.

Earlier, I worked in the attic on a project. I had been covered with sweat, sawdust, and fiberglass insulation. After I finished, I immediately peeled off all of my clothes and jumped into a cool shower. Afterwards, I was still hot. I walked out of the bedroom to the living room to be under the big ceiling fan. Some of the windows in my house are missing important features... like curtains. I covered my nether regions with both hands as I sauntered into the room. Mrs said "Don't cover him up.... like anyone wouldn't know you were naked.. I mean, your bare ass is still hanging out!!" I plopped down on the opposite end of the couch draping my legs over Mrs'. The cool breeze from the fan instantly chilled me. I could feel my balls tighten as I finally felt as if I were cooling off. Mrs said "Wait right there" and disappeared to the bedroom. She came back out with 2 bottles of lotion in her hand. She settled herself at the opposite end of the couch. "Give me a foot" she demanded. I held up my left foot for her. She rubbed lotion onto her hand. She started with my toes running her fingers in between each one. I have to admit, while this wasn't where I was expecting the lotion to be applied, it was pretty nice. She worked the lotion into the area between my toes and the balls of my feet working down to my heel. She repeated the whole process with the other foot.

Then, unceromoniously, she dropped my foot, capped the lotion, and shifted to better watch the TV. I sat there, completely naked, partially aroused and she ignored me. I thought to myself "Ok.. I can play along".

After the show was over, we both went to bed. I climbed under the covers still naked (of course I sleep naked anyway). Mrs went to do her nightly routine. After 10 minutes or so, she emerged from the bathroom wearing a silk teddy. She climbed into bed, gave me a quick peck on the lips and rolled over to her side. I rolled over to spoon with her. Her neck was at the perfect angle for my mouth. So I gave a little nibble. She rolled back towards me letting her legs part slightly. I let my hand drift along her stomach. Her teddy hiked up slightly so that her left leg and hip were exposed. The teddy just covered her pussy and her right leg and hip. My fingers traced the outline of her mound through the fabric. I let my middle finger slide along her slit. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the cool fabric. She didn't budge. I continued to trace along her thigh, then back to her slit. Nothing. After a few minutes I thought to myself "Fuck it" and rolled over on my stomache facing away from her. She rolled over draping her leg across my ass. You had to see the way I was lying. I faced to my left. I had one of my pillows tucked under my left side to prop me up just a little. My right arm was along my side (so it wouldn't fall asleep) with my hand resting on it's back next to my hip. When Mrs rolled over and draped her leg, my hand was naturally between her legs. I could feel her mound press against my thumb. I didn't move. After just a few moments. I heard the telltale heavy, pre-snore breathing. I lay there frustrated trying to think of something to take my mind off of the fact that I haven't been laid in quite some time. As she started to snore, I wondered what would happen if I slowly stroked her. In this position it would be really easy. Would she have erotic dreams? Would it wake her? I slowly pressed my thumb against her clit. At first nothing happened. I let it move ever so slowly in a circle (or really it was back and forth... it was hard to move too much with my hand pinned). Her breath caught. Her hips twitched slightly. I continued to move my thumb back and forth applying a little more pressure. Nothing. Then I felt her get warm. I could feel her lips spread slightly through the silk of her teddy. She still snored. I continued. Alternately applying slight pressure and moving my thumb. Her breath caught again. I wondered what she was dreaming? Was it erotic? Or was she just annoyed, like the sensation of having to pee but you just don't want to wake up? I'll never really know. She coughed and rolled back over to her side.

I usually don't talk about my site stats... like search terms etc. etc. But occasionally, I have to just shake my head. Someone found this site with:

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It's a regular ol' panty party up in here!!

I am curious...

Does my writing turn you on? Do you read a post, glance around to see if anyone is near, then find your hand sliding lower... your fingers easing inside the elastic of your panties. Do you feel the warmth of your hand on your stomach as your hand moves down? Does your hand assume the position so that your favorite finger dips into the warm wetness?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Ugh what a week!! One of my systems got hacked and we, unbeknownst to us, joined the army of evil spam minions. Our response was relatively quick. But it's embarassing nonetheless. Unfortunately, there wasn't much we could've done to prevent it. The exploit and subsequent fix was announced DURING the attack. Sort of the old close the barn door after the horses got out deal. Anyway, we sheepishly begged forgiveness of the gods of blacklist and all is well now.... for the moment.

I had another interesting dream. I hate to talk about my dreams so much. But they are way more interesting than reality right now. In my real life, Mrs and I have sex. Not as frequently as I would like. But we do. When we have sex, it's always the same way. The same time. The same positions. Etc. Etc. I can only describe them in so many different ways before I have to call it what it is... boring. At least to read or write about. Don't get me wrong. Sometimes we have good sex. But you can only get creative with "I climbed on top, slid my cock in, and fucked 'til we came" so many times before you just run out of ideas. Which leaves me with my dreams. They are the only thing with any variety worth writing about at the moment.

I actually hesitate to describe this one because it wasn't a turn on. It was plenty graphic. I'm sure for some it would be a turn on. For me, it was just disgusting. I'm more interested in why I had this particular dream. Anyway, here goes.

I don't know where we were. I had the impression we were in a room at a place where you would vacation, like a beach house. There were 4 or 5 people in the room, though I couldn't tell you who they were except for one. She is an aquaintance. I have a group of friends who, before kids, were pretty close. We frequently would take trips together. We went to Mardi Gras one year. Sometimes we would rent beach houses or condos in interesting places. Everyone in the group is mostly conservative. We would party and drink hard, but that was it. No wild orgies etc. Just heavy drinking. The girl in my dream is a friend of a friend. She lives in a town across the state. She tags along on some of these trips every once in a while. I wouldn't call her a "core" member of the group of friends, but I wouldn't call her an outsider either. If she were to move closer to the rest of us I would imagine she would be right there with everyone else. Of all the people in the group, she is probably the one who I would expect to attempt to take our partying to the next level of debauchery. When she gets drunk, she's loud, obnoxious, sometimes really hillarious, and sometimes embarassing as hell. Mrs tells me when the women get together, she is the first one to want to talk about sex. I guess this is why she is the focus of my dream. I could see her trying to get people to get naked at a party. I don't find her particularly attractive. She's overweight. She reminds me of a teacher I had in elementary school I used to hate. Do you ever find that you can look at someone and instantly recognize a person in your past in their features and associate this person with the context of the person from your past. In this case, a teacher who delighted in embarassing me at every opportunity. As result, I have an automatic subconscious distaste for her (unjustly so).

She was lying on a bed. I was kneeling naked beside the bed with my chin resting on the mattress next to her head. She was discussing what was going to happen with other people in the room. I have the impression there was a group of people with at least one other guy. Maybe there were women in the group there to watch. Maybe there were other guys (plural) to participate. I just sensed we weren't alone. I don't remember what she said, just that I knew we were going to fuck her (and it was definitely WE and not just ME). I felt like I was hypnotized. I didn't want to fuck her. Especially with other people. It was as if I had no control over my body.

I either don't remember the next bit of the dream or it just cut to the next part. I was now on the bed. She was on top of me facing away (reverse cowgirl). She was fucking me slowly and talking the whole time. "I'm such a slut... I have so much cum in me already... I need more... This is so good". I don't remember everything she said, just bits and pieces. I couldn't see anyone else, but I had the impression people were milling about, almost ghost like, chatting amongst themselves, watching us, doing their own thing... typical party atmosphere... but more surreal. I still felt out of control. My body reacted on it's own. While I didn't feel horrified to be fucking this girl, it wasn't a turn on either. It was like I was resigned to carry out the act and hey, at least I was getting laid.

Then she lifted up off of my cock, leaned forward, grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks. It was obvious she had been fucked in the ass. There was cum all over her ass and around her asshole. She looked back at me over her shoulder and ordered, "Lick it!!!" (this is the point where resigned indifference turned to out and out disgust). To my horror, I raised my head and moved closer to her ass. It was still as if I was watching a movie from within my head. The last thing I remember of the dream is disgust at myself for not being able to stop.

Ok 10 Easy Step, Learn at Home Psychoanalyzers, WHAT... THE... FUCK... WAS... THAT?!? Do I feel some remorse for having fantasies (and in a case real) about other women? Is my subconscious screaming for me to change my internet surfing habits? Do I really want to lick someone's ass who has just been fucked by other's and I'm disgusted by my subconscious desire? What the hell?!? Have you ever awakened from a particularly disturbing dream and wondered what the dream says about you?

Ok so I didn't post more on Fri. I got preoccupied with other pursuits of liesure. Anyway, here's a particularly good dream I had. A little bit of it actually happened in real life. The rest, sadly, was just a dream. I am including a little bit of real world background that wasn't part of the dream. The dream kinda started in the middle. I obviously knew that, but without the information it wouldn't make much sense.

We met at a bar. We used to hang out there a lot a few years ago. Sometimes you color your memory of a place based on circumstances of the times you visited and not on any sort of reality. Almost as soon as we walked in, I realized this was one of those moments. The bar was the same old shithole it always was. Smokey as hell. The bartenders were obviously 1 step away from a 12 step program of one sort or another. She said "Let's go somewhere else" and walked out. My car was parked behind the bar. She parked in front. Since I didn't know where "somewhere else" was, I followed her. I asked "Where are we headed?" She said "Let's go to X's place... I'll drive". We made idle chit chat on the way catching up on major life events. At the new bar, we saw friends we used to hang out with. There was an awkward moment when we all saw each other and it was obvious I came with her. We shot pool, ate, drank, and were generally merry. Finally, as the evening wore on, she said "I'm ready to go". Again, another awkward moment as we said goodbye because I was leaving with her. Almost as soon as the doors to her car closed she said "I went to tan and got a little bit burned. This bra is driving me crazy". She pulled a "Flashdance" move and peeled the bra off from under her shirt. "You don't mind do you". Like I would say no. She turned the key to start the car. Immediately, a blast of cold air rushed from the vents. She said "My nipples could poke an eye out". We pulled out of the parking lot riding in silence for a few blocks. Instead of going back to where I parked my car, she turned down a road I didn't recognize. In hindsight I probably would've questioned her. But at the time it seemed like just another way to go. We pulled into a parking lot. It looked familiar, but details were all askewed. As if the details from buildings I knew were all jumbled into this dream parking lot. She said "Do you like my new truck (more of an SUV... but we won't argue semantics)?" "Sure". Looking back she said "There are a lot of seats back there. Go try them out." At the time it just seemed like a natural thing to do. I got out of the car, opened the door to the back seat, and climbed in. It was pretty roomy. I could sit in the middle and stretch my legs. She was now sitting on the console between the driver and passenger seat facing the rear (don't know how she got there or if it is even physically possible.. this is a dream after all). I said "Very roomy". She replied "The seats fold down to make a bed. I know (in a very 'I just let you in on a secret', mischievious voice)." I replied "This seat is big enough to be a bed without folding it". She leaned forward placing her hands on my shoulders lowering her face almost to mine and said "I know". She leaned back sligh tly letting her hands drop to my lap. Quickly, my belt buckle came undone. The details get a little fuzzy, but I ended up with my shirt unbuttoned. My pants were gone (presumably on the floor?). Not that it really mattered. Her hands were back on my shoulders. She was leaning forward touching her forehead to mine. Her beautiful eyes were locked onto mine, never blinking. The look was one of pure lust. If I wasn't already rock hard, the look alone would've done the job. She placed one knee on my left side, followed by the other on my right straddling me. I felt the exquisite warmth and silkiness of her pussy envelope my cock as she lowered herself. I could feel every beat of my heart throb deep inside her. She shuddered as she ground herself into my lap. Every nerve screamed to cum. I grabbed her hips and forced her up and and then down. Again, she ground down shuddering as our pubic bones rubbed together. She slowly lifted herself. I felt every inch of my cock slide until the tip almost slipped out. The intense pleasure concentrated on the head of my cock. She threw herself down landing hard in my lap. Over and over she lifted herself almost to the point where I slipped out, then slammed back down. Over and over she threw herself onto my cock faster and faster. The light strobed from passing cars causing a surreal stop action of expressions on her face. The dream cut to a new position. She was on her knees facing the back of the seat. Her elbows rested on the tops of the seat back. I was right behind her (another miracle of physiology and time/space). My left knee was next to hers on the right. My right leg was lifted so that my right foot was on the seat outside of her right leg (hard to describe). I held onto the headrest on either side of her. I drove my cock deep inside over and over. Waves of pleasure rode the length of my cock. I was so close to cumming but couldn't quite get there. I drove my cock harder and deeper with each thrust. She arched her back so that she was pressed against the seat and I drove even deeper.

And then I woke up. I REALLY hate it when I have an awesome dream but can't quite seem to make it the extra thrust to finally cum. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to fall back asleep to finish. But it wasn't happening. Daylight was just starting to stream through the blinds. I rolled over next to Mrs spooning her with my rock hard cock pressed against her ass. She stretched, rolled over, buried her head in the crook of my neck and shoulder and said "I can't this week and I need to clean the kitchen". Then she rolled out of bed and strolled out of the bedroom leaving me with what can only be described as petrified wood.

Sometimes I seriously wonder if I'm a complete idiot. I turned down the job offer. I think I made the right decision. The money was a little bit better than what I make now. It was more than what I expected when I first posted about the opportunity. But I found myself talking about the job and all the things that would suck instead of all of the things that were great. Don't get me wrong, there were great things about the job. Like the fact that it would have a direct impact on our troops. Obviously more money is a positive even if it is just a little bit more. But then I realized most of my excitement had nothing to do with those things. They were more personal. Like, leaving here. On one hand I'm terrified. I've been here for 15 years and unless I fuck up horribly I could be here until I retire. But on the other, the thought of a new place, new faces, new things is really exciting. But ultimately the wrong reason. I make good money right now. I'm not at the top of my industry in general. But I'm at the top of my industry HERE. I don't think I could expect to get a lot more money locally. So any move I would make in this area would have to be for something special. I'm not opposed to making a move. But this one simply wasn't that special.

Having said all of that, I hung up the phone with the guy I interviewed with and felt horrible. And it caught me off guard. I really liked the guy. He seemed genuinely nice and interested in me and not just a person to fill a position. He was a no bullshit kind of guy, not in the way the Marines were no bullshit. But he pretty much cut to the chase and layed things out. After it's all said and done, I feel like a heel for turning him down. I wish circumstances were a little different. Maybe more corporate (instead of military). Maybe new technology (they were stuck on OS's several revs back... like solaris 8). Maybe a real desk and cube instead of a table in the middle of a computer room and I would've jumped at the opportunity. Maybe I should have never put my resume out in the first place. Though I didn't actively put it out. It's on monster. I haven't sent it to anyone. He found me. But I feel sort of like a fisherman who inadvertantly hooked a seagull. It's not my fault the gull dove on my bait. But then again the bait was out there.

Anyway, it's over now. I'll have more interesting things to talk about soon. Possibly even later today. My whole team has decided to play golf today. So I'm here almost alone. After all of the job drama, I feel like slacking off a bit. Something I don't think I would ever have the luxury to do in the other job... more later.

The interview went well. Really well. The job would be working with and for a bunch of former military guys. Mostly marines. If any of you know marines, you know they have a certain... attitude. In the interview, they didn't mince words. They asked very pointed questions about my experience. I.e., where do you set parameter "X". Sometimes I knew the answer. Sometimes I didn't. In the cases I didn't, it was simply a case of not ever having to set that particular parameter in my experience. I told them so and ventured a guess as to where. Evidently, my guesses, when wrong, were close enough or showed enough of a thought process that they believed I could do the job. After every group of people I met, one would pull the main guy I interviewed with aside and talk to him. I thought they were saying "This guy is full of shit, get rid of him". Apparently it was the opposite. Which is refreshing. I've been in enough interviews where they would do the same thing. Ask pointed questions about things. If I didn't know the exact answer they were looking for, then game over. Interview done.

Well... as I typed this I received an offer letter. I guess it did indeed go well. Now it's time for decisions... decisions... hmmmm...