Woohooo I'm on vacation!! At least officially as far as work is concerned. I have so much vacation acrued I need to burn a little. So why not start vacation a day early? We don't actually leave until Sunday. We have a wedding to go to Saturday. I have absolutely no idea what to do tommorrow. Maybe pack... boring. I thought about taking the boat out fishing. Maybe someone out there in pluffland will make me an offer too good to pass up .

The wedding we are going to is for one of Mrs' friends. I actually went to college with her. We didn't really run in circles together. But when Mrs introduced us she looked really familiar to me. Once we figured out the connection I remembered seeing her around campus a fair amount.

The wedding is going to be either highly entertaining... or annoying as hell. I imagine it all depends on the mood of the bride. You see, of every person I have ever met in my life she is without a doubt, the most self-centered person I have ever met. And I've met a few that would give her a run. It's almost actually part of her charm. Like a really bitchy celebrity. You would be disappointed if say... Shannon Dougherty was really nice and genuine and warm in person. You expect the bitch to start a cat fight over a pair of shoes or something. You are almost disappointed if nothing happens.

When she comes to town, she expects someone to throw her a dinner party. It was our turn the last time she was here. At one point during the evening, one of the guests asked me a question about wireless routers. We were off to the side. I'm more than happy to talk about what little knowledge I have. The bride to be walked up to us, listened for about 15 seconds, then proclaimed "I'm bored with this conversation. I want to talk about XXXX" whatever the topic was. I've never actually had anyone do that before. I was completely astounded. And the killer is, people actually like her and WANT to throw her these parties. Again, it's part of her... charm.

Of course, me being the pig that I am, I evaluated her on my fuckable scale. If I could only figure out a way to shut her up... She's actually kinda hot. I think she would be a difficult lay though. I think she would criticize a lot, demand a lot of service without return, and in the end would expect you to agree she was the greatest pleasure of your life a la Fatima Blush (from Never Say Never Again -- Bond film). When I visualize fucking her, it's with a ball gag and a hand full of hair.

Anyway, once we get past the wedding, our vacation begins in earnest. We're making family rounds. A few days with my Mom... a few days with my now, elderly Grandfather. Lastly we're going to venture up to some land my Dad owns in the mountains. If I haven't already described it in the archives I'll do so when I get back. For now, let's just say the Unabomber's shack probably triples the square footage of this one. You actually have to take the garbage can out just to be able to get IN. Like the bride to be, it's all part of the charm though.

Everyone have a safe and fun 4th of July!

I'm having the beginnings of one of those days where you just want to go back to bed and start over. Mrs had to be at work at some ungodly hour. So I had to take C to school. Which isn't a big deal except today is "water" day at her school. They get to play in sprinklers and kiddie pools. Which means not only did I have to dress C, but I also had to put on sunscreen. Ok.. no problem. BUT, I also have to "fix" her hair. Come on. I'm a guy. Poor little C's only saving grace is that I once had really long hair. I CAN do a ponytail. That's it... on me. On her it takes 20 minutes. So I pulled into the garage at work 30 minutes late. Then as I'm driving looking for a parking spot, this damned mustang comes flying at me. I slam on brakes. She give me this look like "WTF?!" I put my hands up apologetically and waive her on through. I parked my truck and started walking to the elevators when it hit me... she was going the wrong damned way. It wasn't MY fault. I actually had the right of way. I mosied on to the elevators and hit the button. She came sauntering down with this eat shit look on her face. We stood for a few minutes when I realized the button didn't "take". She made this exasperated sigh, walked over, and hit it before I could. So now I'm thinking, "Great, she thinks I'm an asshole even though SHE was in the wrong AND NOW, I'm incompetent to even run and elevator". We piled in the elevator and waited awkwardly as it SLOOOOWLY ground it's way to the ground floor. We all got out and, as it turns out, ended up walking the same way. We got to a pretty busy street we had to cross. Usually, you can wait for a break in traffic and walk to the turn lane, then wait for the next break, and walk the rest of the way. Today there were about 6 people waiting for the break. We saw our chance and walked to the turn lane. I looked to my right to look for cars. Nothing was coming so I started to walk on across. At this point, I had moved up to her side. She was on my left. I was looking right when I started to move when she stepped RIGHT in front of me literally cutting me off (on foot). I caught a smirk on her face as she brushed by 3 inches from me so I know she did it on purpose. I SO wanted to say "M'am, have a nice day. And BTW, READ THE FUCKING SIGNS WHEN YOU WALK TO YOUR CAR!!!" But I'm trying to be much less confrontational.

The final straw is, I forgot my damned cell phone. It's my lifeline at work. I'm seriously handicapped without it. Damnit!! I'm not driving all the way the hell back to my house. People will just have to GASP... call me at my desk GASP!!

Elsewhere in pluffland. We are going on vacation next week. Nothing major. We're visiting my Mom for a few days, then my Grandfather for a couple. Then we're heading to the mountains. My Dad has some land on the side of a mountain. He finally got around to putting a camper up there. We're going to spend a couple of days "roughing it".

As I've said before, I live in a city with a long and rich history. The downtown area has been carefully preserved to show it's heritage. Most of the homes downtown are beautiful colonial and victorian houses. The downtown area is also home to a couple of small universities. Many of the houses have been converted to either upscale apartments or college housing.

Every other day, since I started taking karate, I jog from my office, down one of the main streets, past a park or two, finally stopping at our waterfront. Then I turn around and repeat the route back. The scenery is beautiful. Ancient oaks. Beautiful old homes. Beautiful women out walking or jogging.

In keeping with my new found hormonal state, when I run, I tend to think about all things sexual to keep my mind off of the pain. Today it dawned on me, I'm passing some really interesting real estate sexually. We have the college students in some houses. Many of the houses have a Jag in the drive way. I'm sure there are plenty of hot housewives along my route. Not one single time have I ever caught a hint of a moan on the breeze. Never an "Oh God" slipping from antique windowsills. No creaking of bedframes. Surely somewhere along my route someone is naked contemplating carnal pleasure?! The again, maybe I just can't hear over the pounding of my own heart and my chest sucking every last ounce of oxygen into my lungs. The closest I ever came to any kind of afternoon hanky panky on my route was, one time when I reached the waterfront there was a work van parked along the sidewalk. I could see a female (at least I think it was) and a male in the van. Her head was very close to his, as in she was sitting at his side. I was tempted to jog that way to see if I could catch a glimpse of her hands in his lap etc.

Hmph!

Lately, I've been feeling like an hormone crazed teenager again. Maybe since I started taking karate the testosterone is flowing more freely. It could be the lack of sexual... I would say activity, but that's not strictly true... I think fulfillment is a better word... lack of sexual fulfillment. Perhaps it's some lingering effect from the evening on the boat with HF. Nothing happened. We just talked. But when I told her I had never been titty fucked and she said "well tonight's your lucky night!", even though nothing came of it, my mind has played out the next little bit of what might've happened over and over. Each time I think about her kneeling before me while pushing me back, kneeling before me, undoing my belt, unzipping my shorts, peeling her shirt over her head, and wrapping her beautiful tits around my cock on the deck of my boat, laid out below the stars, gently swaying on the swells of the lake... I feel my cock swell ever so slightly. Who knows.. maybe it's just a combination of all of the above. All I know is, a cool breeze gets me going... which is saying a lot as we've had near record highs the last few days.

I have been thinking about that night a lot though. I even had a dream that started around the titty fuck comments. At least I think that was where we started. I don't really know if, she had in fact, titty fucked me or not. I had the impression the dream sort of started in the middle. I was laying back on the deck of my boat on my elbows. She stood before me. Her tits were free to the night air. Her nipples stood erect against the chill. I reached up with one hand grabbing the waist band of her shorts pulling her towards me. She knelt between my legs. I pulled her around so she sat where I had been sitting. I moved so that I knelt before her on the floor of the boat. I slid my hands along her thighs higher and higher. My fingers pushed inside the legs of her shorts. She layed back on her elbows. I continued to run my hands higher and higher along the top of her thighs. My thumbs brushed along her inner thigh until my hands met well inside her shorts. My thumbs slid along each side of her mound. As my hands moved up to her stomach, my thumbs brushed her lips, then squeezed her clit gently between them. I felt her legs quiver for just a second. I slid my thumbs along her mound again, letting one then the other slip to the moistness of her entrance. Slowly, I pulled my hands back out of her shorts. She looked at me as if to say "well, now what?". I playfully popped the button on her shorts in an "oops" sort of way. She looked at me in a challenging way. Meticulously I eased her zipper down. I went so slow you could feel each tooth of the zipper pop free. Finally, I eased her shorts over her hips. My hands returned to their previous game. Sliding along her thighs while my thumbs massaged and teased her pussy. I heard her breath catch each time a thumb found it's way into her pussy. She started to move her legs a bit as if she wanted more. I followed my hands with my mouth. My thumbs ran along the outside of her lips as my tongue dipped into her slit. She let out an approving moan.

Unfortunately, that's as far as the dream got. I'm not really sure if I woke up or if I went on to another dream. I vividly remember the taste of her pussy and the amazing feeling of her soft, moistness on my tongue. Sigh...

Sometime soon after that night and subsequent dream, I noticed I was in a semi-constant state of arousal. The timing also is coinciding with me settling into a work out routine. Maybe that night has nothing to do with it. Maybe it's a sudden surge of hormones as my body is adjusting to my workouts. The end result is, I think about that night a lot.

I hope she didn't/doesn't feel uncomfortable. I pushed the conversation pretty hard that night. To a degree, I felt like I was back on the pool team. The shit talking etc. was part of the fun. Let's face it, if she HAD done any of the things I dreamed and thought about I would've been ecstatic to oblige. But it was a whole lot of fun just hanging out and telling each other dirty secrets too. I hope I didn't push her too hard. Even if nothing were ever to happen, I enjoy the feeling of arousal I have had after. There's just something extremely hot about having conversations like we did with a smoking hot woman. I just wish I could channel that somewhere.

Along those lines, Mrs has been after me to watch a movie I got for Father's day. We were going to watch it Wed night. But she was too into her reality shows. Then Thurs night she wanted to watch after I got back from Karate. But I managed to mangle the lights on the boat trailer on the way home from the lake (I dragged the wires until they frayed in two). We had plans to take the boat out Fri after work and I needed to fix the lights before then. It only took me about 20 minutes after I got home. But it was enough for her to slip into her lethargic state. She was asleep by 9:30.

Last night, we went out on the boat. On the way back, she asked if we could finally watch the movie. I was skeptical she would actually do it. But I agreed. We got home, put C to bed. Mrs went to our room and changed into this red silk teddy I bought her. It barely covers her ass. Whenever she bent over, it rode up exposing her bare ass and if the angle is just right, a glimpse of her pussy. So I thought "Hmmm... maybe this movie will work out after all". I popped the movie in. She got us a couple of glasses of wine. Then she plopped down on the couch next to me. For the next hour or so, she sat next to me watching the movie. I tried to put my arms around her... run my hand along her thigh, anything intimate. She never budged. I may as well have not even been in the room. Finally, as is usual during movies, I saw her head nod out of the corner of my eye. She fell asleep!! I nudged her and said "Go to bed!" She just grunted. I nudged her again. She grunted again. Finally, she got up and staggered off to bed. But on the way by, she had the nerve to bend down (blocking the movie) and trying to lay a lingering kiss on me. After she cold shouldered me for the whole freaking movie NOW she wanted a real kiss?!?!

I trolled around the net after the movie was over enjoying the benefits of my new broadband connection. Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot of mischief to be found.

I slept in this morning. Around 9ish my phone rang. It was a guy from work who is new to the team but who I don't think is going to work out. Basically, the two times he's been on-call he called me for EVERY little thing without even trying to handle it himself. I got off the phone with him and turned on the TV. I planned to watch a little bit while the fog cleared from my brain. Evidently, Mrs heard me on the phone. She came sauntering in the bedroom, waltzed over to my side of the bed and again.. got between me and the TV and tried to lay a "sexy" kiss on me. Which just pissed me off considering the cold shoulder from the previous night. Undaunted, she climbed in bed with me and peeled the covers back just enough to expose my extremely limp cock. I thought to myself... so... NOW you want some from me. I was highly annoyed. She couldn't take the hint... AND, because she pulled the damned blanket down, now I was cold. She ran her hands all over my body and over my unresponsive penis. Finally, she moved between my legs and took me in her mouth. Now, I would've thought that a woman taking a limp dick in her mouth without so much as a muscle twitch would've been enough to send a signal. But nooo... she plowed ahead..... and it worked. At least for her. Try as I might, a woman sucking my cock turns me on even when I don't want to be. With my cock in a semi-erect state, she climbed on top. I just layed there hoping she would get hers and leave me alone. She rode me for what seemed like forever. Finally, I decided to speed things along. I rolled her on her back and started fucking her. At first I was just trying to get it over with. But then, I kept thinking about how, yet again, we're on HER terms etc.. Then I started fucking angry. And the harder I fucked her, the more she moaned. And the more it pissed me off... so the harder I fucked her. At least for me. I can't really ever fuck anyone hard enough to hurt them. Finally I felt that feeling begin at the base of my cock. That special tingle that tells me I'm starting to get close. I thought to myself "Finally!" and I came. Now I feel guilty for fucking her. Like I shouldn't have just gone through the motions.

The bad thing is, I feel even more horny than ever. Which is what I meant by not being sexually "fulfilled". I know whine whine... want some cheese. Some would say at least I'm getting it. But I can truly say, this is almost more frustrating that not getting it at all.

I'm going to admit something... Something so horrific for me... I shudder at the thought of writing it... until yesterday... .... I.... .... had... ..... DIAL UP !!!!!

Yes all you pluffsters... I'm a bonafide geek... and I used dial up. I actually had DSL at one time via one of the large telephone/dsl providers. But they pissed me off with all of these hidden charges. I realized they added almost 50% to the advertised price. After it was all said and done, I just couldn't justify paying that much. As a unix geek, most of my work can be done via command line through a ssh session. So speed isn't crucial. It's annoying. But not crucial. More importantly, I found out my company was paying for broadband for many employees. Not to toot my own horn, but my group is crucial to day to day operations. Failure on some of my systems will literally take out the entire enterprise (little things like name services etc). It seemed horribly unfair that someone who supports something as trivial as a marketing web statistic server gets broadband for free when no one on my team does. So I dropped DSL both for economical reasons and out of protest.

My boss has been pointing out the lack of balance in this scheme in a very loud and public manner to upper management. Finally, after a good year of this, they decided it was time to pony up and pay for our broadband. Let me just say.... AAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!!!

Of course, what did I do first? I went out and bought a wireless hub so I could sit in front of the TV and watch porn. The question is, what ever shall I do with my new found power?! Anyone out there bored and want to have some cyber fun?

On another note, I've been giving serious thought to posting pictures again. Unfortunately, Mrs has the only digital camera in the house and it stays in her purse all the time. I want my own camera. But I don't want Mrs to hijack it. So I'm thinking of sneaking a digital camera under the radar this paycheck. I don't want to, and can't really afford to drop tons of money. I was thinking of a 5 megapixel camera. But then I started to wonder if I could get away with 4? Anyone out there with experience with both?

I had a really interesting night last night. I finally got to go fishing. AND... I took HF with me. Unfortunately, we didn't catch any fish. I have been reading fishing reports all morning. We were in the right place at the right time... but with the wrong bait.

Not that I really cared. I mean, it would've been nice. But I had a blast talking MAJOR shit with HF. The conversations ranged from cum rags to sex swings. We had several great inventions. One of which stemmed from the fact that I rarely wear underwear (there was a whole conversation about that too) and the pitfalls of not wearing underwear. For guys, it's usually not a big deal. Except whenever you are fortunate enough to have sex. The problem is, for those of you who aren't aware, guys have problems with... leakage well after sex. If you don't have on any underwear... well... it becomes apparent you have either had sex sometime in the last 4 hours OR you pissed yourself. She told me of an ex she had who, while he did wear underwear, he had to wear scrubs all the time. He had a similar problem. Evidently, he would wad up a little tissue around the tip of his penis after having sex to keep this from happening. But the problem with that is the little discussed phenomenon of tissue turning to epoxy when combined with cum. The solution you might ask? A little yamulke shaped pad to slip over your penis after sex. We never came up with a catchy name though.

At one point she had to pee. She didn't want to hang over the side so she opted to hop in the water. Afterwards, she spent a good hour or so trying to warm back up. Eventually, she put her shirt and shorts on over her bikini. She did the whole Flashdance thing with the bikini top. She stood with her shorts pulled up, but undone and unzipped. She said "Here's the cool thing about these bottoms" and unsnapped the sides. I could only mumble something and stare as she slid the bottoms off (her shorts still undone essentially hanging out in the breeze). Then she zipped and buttoned up (damnit!).

Later I had to go. Earlier I had run around trying to get the boat ready sweating profusely. I felt nasty. So I opted to peel off all of my clothes and jump in to get the sweat off. That and I love skinny dipping. I realized the immediate problem with this in that A) the water was pretty cool and B) shrinkage (see previous post). I quickly jumped back in and covered up.

We spent a lot of time discussing personal sexaul preferences. At one point she asked, "Is there anything you have never done you would LOVE to do?" For guys the obvious is a threesome (if you haven't). I don't really have anything that springs to mind that is a "must do" aside from that. But I did think of something I have never done that has just never come up. I have never been titty fucked. I've had women brush their tits across my cock. I thought Mrs was going to do it once. Instead she just slid my cock around her tits then she went on to other things. HF said "Well THIS is your lucky night!!!" My cock almost lept out of my shorts on it's own. Sadly, it never came to pass. Sigh...

Finally around midnight we hadn't caught any fish and we decided to call it a night. I have to say, it was a great night, but the whole "this is your lucky night" comment really had me horny as hell. By the time I got home though, I was WAY too tired to do anything about it.

I'm in one of those "musing" states. Don't take anything too seriously in this post.

I walked by the mirror yesterday morning after I got out of the shower. Of course I glanced at the boy. I think this is a male thing. Every guy, whether he admits it or not, ALWAYS looks at his cock in the bathroom mirror. I can't say there is any particular thought in my head when I do. Maybe I'm just making sure it's still there. Anyway, yesterday, I looked at the boy and thought to myself "DAMN!!! THAT is one decent cock!!" Today, I strolled by the mirror after I got out of the shower, glanced at the boy and thought "Where the hell did my dick go?!?!" Which started me on this musing. Over the years I have noticed my cock has around... 30 different states. Anywhere from, what appears to me, the tiniest dick on the planet... to fully erect and aroused splendor. And it changes regularly. I'm sure you've all heard the phrase "Grower not a shower". That definitely applies to me. I would say, fully erect, my cock is average. Not huge. Not small. I'd like to think I come in a hair on the larger than average size. But I'm sure if measured, I would be right there with most every other man. I have never had a complaint or heard of any ex joking about it. Believe me, I've had some real class acts who would've if it were the case. One day, after a visit to her gynecologist, my ex-wife confided in me that sometimes it actually hurt her. She talked to the Dr. about it and he explained her anatomy to her and they discussed me. Evidently, it is big enough to bruise the cervix. So I know while it's not huge, it's enough to get the job done. I'm not talking about fully erect. I'm talking about any given moment OTHERWISE.

I've noticed a couple of consistent things regard the state and size of my cock though. A) it always shrinks to the smallest possible size immediately following sex. That's not to say it won't become fully erect again with appropriate stimuli. But... it gets pretty tiny immediately after. Which can be a little bit embarassing when your partner is ready for said stimuli. B) cold water DOES induce shrinkage C) you CAN stretch it. At times when it appears to be just a little nub, I can give it a tug and VOILA!! An extra inch or two. Which, when it is in it's most shrunken state is a big deal and D) every other moment of the day is a crap shoot size wise.

So having said all of this, has anyone else ever noticed this phenomena? You or your partner's penis being all different sizes? For any ladies who read this, do you judge a penis when you first see it? Or do you wait until it's time for business?

Lately, I've been finding all of this behavior amusing and fascinating. I have actually considered starting a "penis report" of sorts. Maybe taking a picture of it to post in various states. I think it would be either amusing, or embarassing. What do you think?

Groannnnn!! Poor C is still very sick. Wed night Mrs spent the night with her. Last night was my turn. C has rarely ever slept in the same bed as us. Even when she was tiny, she slept in a bassonet right next to our bed. But rarely ever in it. I think we all share a bed 2... maybe 3 times a year. Nights like last night remind me why. The poor thing has these wild swings in her fever. Which is why we're reluctant to leave her alone all night. It goes from normal to 104 in about 30 minutes. She's a squirmy sleeper anyway. But when her fever is high, I guess she aches all over and her legs squirm constantly while she tries to get comfortable. And she whimpers. I can't sleep when she does that. Then, around 3am, she threw up. Her fever was through the roof and medicine wasn't helping bring it down. So the squirming reached new levels. Finally, around 5am her fever dropped some and she fell into a deep sleep. Today I'm firing on about 2 hours sleep. At my age, it's WAY too little.

I got my boat back yesterday. It cost me more than I was originally quoted, but when you look at what the guy did, he charged me about 1/3 to 1/5 what my regular shop would've cost me. He kept showing me things he did and didn't charge me for. Like, one of the hoses was chafing and getting a hole in it. So he took the starter off and ground a section down to keep it from chafing any more. He didn't charge me for that. I'm pretty sure I caused one of the main problems too. I tried to be cute and start the boat with a dead battery and a charger. A quick mechanical lessons to all you pluffsters, if you're charger isn't designed to jump start, DON'T TRY IT. Anyway, I have no doubt in my mind I paid a more than fair price for the work he did. In fact, I certainly hope he can stay in business because he's my guy from now on. Have you ever met some of those people who are GREAT at what they do, but who don't have the best sense as to how to make money? I get the impression he's like that. A mechanical genious. But scared to charge for his services.

Anyway, I had planned to take the boat up to one of the lakes around here to fish for catfish after work today/tonight. The hot friend (I think her moniker will be HF from now on) was going to go too. But she had a change in plans and had to cancel. With C being sick and my lack of sleep my motivation is completely gone.

My boss is going on vacation next week. I guarantee NO ONE will be in the office a full 8 hours. I think I may joing in and sneak out after work to take that evening fishing trip. HF says shes up for it too. Hopefully it will work out. It's a rednecks' dream. Beautiful night. Fishing. Hot woman adorning the boat. If it works out I could maybe die happy.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Since I've moved to this building a couple of years ago, interesting things seem to happen. One day last year a car hit a utility pole causing the wires to swing wildly ultimately touching each other. Essentially, we had the worlds largest electrical short outside a window RIGHT NEXT TO MY CUBE. It sounded like someone set off a bomb. You've never seen so many geeks hit the floor so fast. Anyway, yesterday, I start hearing shouts from one of the offices. I ran over to see what was going on. A crowd of my co-workers were staring out the window shouting "There it goes!!! Wow... look at the shoot out!!!" One of the institutions largest parking lot is across the street from our building. A car had caught on fire. There were flames shooting out from under the wheel well sending massive plumes of smoke a few hundred feet into the air. The funniest part though, was watching one of our public safety officers running to respond to the fire. This guy is in shape. ROUND shape that is. He ran about 50 yards. Then he abruptly stopped. Bent over and grabbed his knees. Wavered... then puked. And I felt bad for almost passing out in my karate class. But shit even I could run 50 yards. And it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.. NOT! This particular cop is a royal asshole. So next time he gives me shit about my ID or something, I just going to take off running. Anyway, the fire department showed up and to all of our cheers, SMASHED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF EVERY WINDOW ON THE CAR!! It was awesome. Especially since it was someone else's car.

DAMNIT!!! C is sick again. She came home with a pretty high fever and headache yesterday. This makes 4 times in as many months this has happened. I feel really bad for her because the headaches are severe. The poor thing lays in her bed writhing. We give her motrin, but it takes a good 45 minutes to an hour to make her feel any better. We try not to give it to her until her headache comes back because the fever needs to do it's thing. It makes me cringe to see her in that much pain. And she doesn't understand it either. She knows her head hurts. We tell her the medicine will help. But all she cares about is "MY HEAD HURTS REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW!!!"

Elsewhere, I was talking with a co-worker the other day. Somehow falling off the bed during sex came up. It reminded me of an amusing little episode back in college. But before I go into that, does anyone find it wierd I will talk about C, then go into a completely different thread about sex? I'm too lazy to do separate posts. But it just dawned on me how wierd it may seem.

Ok back to the story. When I was a sophomore in college, I started seeing an artist. I met her at a frat party (neither of us were into the whole greek thing... it was just a place to get beer where age lines were a little blurry... i.e. I could drink underage). I found out she had seen me in the cafeteria a few times and had a serious crush. We started hanging out. Then things started getting a little more serious. To this point, my sexual experiences were relatively limited. I wasn't a virgin anymore. But I could count on one... MAYBE two hands the number of times I actually had sex. She wasn't a virgin either, but we both had that whole high school mentality still. You know.. work up to sex. Sex is taboo. It hadn't really dawned on us that we were now, at least legally, consenting adults. We did the whole, go out on dates or do stuff together. Kiss. Pet a little etc. Of course, being the male I tried to push the envelope as far as I could. She did her job and fought me off... wait that didn't sound right. Said "No".

One night, we were in my dorm room. I had managed to scam a room without a roomate. My room was typical of all dorm rooms in that it had basic furnishings. Two desks, two twin beds etc. I made mine into a "big" bed by tying the frames together with 2 extra long tube socks my Mom still thought I wore. I can't remember what we did before we were in my room. But as we always did when we were alone, we were fooling around. I can't remember if we achieved any state of undress. But I do remember I was pushing the envolope pretty hard. It's safe to say we were petting pretty heavily whether above clothes or under. Finally, we reached that point where we were about to have sex... for the first time (together that is). She looked at me and said "We really shouldn't". Being the southern gentleman that I am, I said "I understand". We were supposed to go somewhere, to the library or to meet our friends, I can't remember. We straightened ourselves out and got ready to leave. Then we had one of those sitcom moments. A look into each other's eyes, the lust still burning in our loins. We launched ourselves at each other tearing clothes off. It was like we were a couple of tasmanian devils colliding in a whirlwind of dust and clothes while chasing bugs bunny. She fell onto the bed. I was on top of her sliding my cock into her pussy in record time. Remember, I was still probably in single digits for number of times having sex. So I went... to... WORK!! I was pumping away for all I was worth. The passion over came me and I completely lost myself in her body. I remember for a fleeting moment thinking to myself "yeah baby... THAT'S the way I FUCK!!". Then she made this noise... One with a tiny bit of fear. For a split second I thought "Oh shit... too hard?" Then the damnest thing happened. Her stomach and pubic region kinda.... fell. Sort of like a cake falling. I can't really say what I THOUGHT had happened. It happened so fast I don't know that I ever had time to form a coherent thought. I just knew that I was "tearing that shit up" when 'that shit', suddenly went flat. Then she squealed and it hit me what was happening... about 1/4 of a second too late to do anything about it. I was pumping away so furiously, I guess the tube socks, which were admittedly tie amateurishly at best, came untied. The beds split apart. The squeal last heard, was the sound one makes when one's ass suddenly comes in contact with extrememly cold linoleum as your partner crashes on top of you because his hormone laden brain was just a.... TICK... too slow to realize that the beds just fucking split apart.

After 10 minutes of riotous laughing... I think we slowed down and "made love". She and I dated for most of that school year. I was totally in love with her. One of the maybe 2 times I can say I was completely irrationally heads over heels in love. Then she got... wierd. I assumed she met someone else as she would disappear with this other "artist" friend from another college. We got together one other time almost a year later as sort of a fluke of circumstances. I got an e-mail from a friend of a friend a couple of years ago. It prompted me to do a quick google search (haven't we all at some point or another). She had an unusual name, one that google would either find or not. Turns out she went to work for a survivalist company. She takes people out into the woods and teaches them to eat bugs etc. I can't say I'm surprised. Oddly enough, her picture on their website looks EXACTLY like she did in college. She hasn't aged much at all.

My morning routine goes something like this:

Mrs wakes me up around 7:30... usually whenever C finishes her breakfast. I stagger out of bed, throw on some shorts, wander into the living room and plopdown on the floor where Mrs has laid out C's clothes for the day. C walks over and gives me a big hug. Then I supervise while C puts her clothes on. She does all the work. I just say "That's backwards" or "You can't put your socks on over your shoes!!" Then another big hug from C and I stagger off to the shower. Afterwards, I do my normal guy stuff. Shave... deoderant... make my penis bob up and down to my amusement. Guy stuff. All naked.

I love being naked. It's one of my favorite states. If I lived in the country and didn't have a little girl wandering around the house, I would be naked all the time. In fact, I'm probably naked a little too much as it is. There are certain windows in my house without any curtains. I still walk around naked when I know C's asleep or if she's staying with the MIL. I try to dart past the windows as quickly as possible if I need to say... go to the kitchen for something. My neighbors would probably say the "darting about" isn't nearly so effective as I think it is. But fuck em if they can't appreciate a fine male specimen such as myself (ha!).

So back to my routine. I will stay naked as long as I possibly can. But at some point, I have to start getting my clothes together which often times involves walking to the laundry room or ironing something before I put it on. All things that involve me walking to areas where C could wander by.

Now, I don't think there's anything wrong with nudity. I don't want C to think there's anything wrong with nudity. C runs around naked after her baths like it's the greatest thing in the world (that's my girl!). But I firmly believe a child should learn about her body with gentle guidance and to a degree, on her own. I think it horribly inappropriate for me to be wandering around with my cock flapping in the breeze. I don't freak out if she walks in the bathroom while I'm going through my routine. I just say "Daddy's naked. Go back to the living room". So I cover up when I think she could walk in on me etc.

Again, back to the routine.. and maybe a point to this post. I have a pair of shorts that, to me at least, is almost as good as being naked. They are... as best as I can describe, workout shorts. They have an elastic waistband and are made of this really soft cotton. I have worn them until they are just on the verge of falling apart... in other words they are just getting perfect. They afford me a decent degree of modesty (there are no holes in any important places), but are so comfortable and so easy to throw off, they are without a doubt my favorites shorts to wear around the house. When it's time for me to quit amusing myself in the mirror with the dancing penis trick, I throw these on and go about my routine. I iron my pants and shirt. Get my lunch together etc. etc.

This morning I stood at the ironing board working on my pants. I wore my ratted out shorts. An important detail about these shorts is, the seam along my right hip pretty much the length of the pocket has come undone (like I said, they are falling apart). There is nothing important exposed here, just my hip. It's almost like a pocket within a pocket. I stood at the ironing board working on my pants when I felt a hand snake inside the hole, around the front of my leg/hip, and grasp my cock. I started to pull away (I'm still pissed at Mrs). She said "You do it to ME all the time". Ok, I thought. I can play this game. I stood still while Mrs slowly ran her hand along the length of my shaft. Ocassionally she let her hand slide down to my balls. Her touch was soft enough to tickle the stubble of hair covering them (I trim). I felt my cock begin to swell and strain against the fabric. Quickly I turned to Mrs and kissed her deeply invading her mouth with my tongue. I grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up enough to slide my hand underneath to her pussy. I let my finger trace the outline of her slit through the fabric. I pulled aside her panties and sunk my finger deep into her pussy. Her legs quivered as she groaned.

Then I pulled back and said "I'm going to be late for work" and turned back to my ironing with my cock straining against my shorts. She's going to have to go without for a while.

Arrrghghhhh.. my weekend was... eh... a blur.

Friday night I was supposed to take my friend out to shoot pool. Unfortunately, the plans for Friday night actually started to unravel around Wed. I thought I could work it all out. It seemed easy enough to do. But alas, things conspired to make it impossible.

My boat hasn't run since last year. I have been furiously trying to get it to a state where I can actually use it instead of letting it rot in the back yard. A buddy of mine at work has a mechanic he swears by. That and my friend says she loves to fish so... boobs on my back on the bike... boobs on my boat... you know it's just good incentive to USE my toys and thus, get the boat working. Anyway, my buddy was going to run to the shop with me and pursuade the mechanic to work me into his schedule. We were supposed to go Wed. My buddy was a no show at work. Thurs he was at work, but by then the mechanic couldn't look at it until Friday afternoon. So I thought to myself, ok no problem, run the boat to the shop (did I mention he's in a town about an hour from here?), drop it off, swing by and have some drinks with friend and shoot some pool... live the playboy life for a few hours (ha!). It's all good. But no... it didn't work out that way. The mechanic is actually a great guy. When I got to his shop he said "This is your problem (pointing to a little red plastic needle that controls the automatic choke). It's a $10 part and 10 minutes to swap it. It will probably fix your other performance problem too". Now, had I taken it to the shop I had been going to, they would've replaced the whole choke and charged me $600 to do it. So right there in the parking lot, the guy stopped what he was doing and replaced the part. Though, it was a smidge longer than 10 minutes... about 40 to be exact but hey, I am not about to argue his time estimate. I mean, I have a guy who is going to work on it cheap, and RIGHT NOW. What else could you ask for?

Unfortunately, this threw a kink in my whole go out and shoot pool with hot woman plan as now, I am still dragging my boat with me. So I had to call and cancel. In the meantime, while I was on the phone cancelling my plans, the mechanic rolled my boat over to the tank to test the engine (again, what service!). We screwed around for about 40 minutes trying to get it to crank. No go. He looked at me with this really worried look on his face and said "I hate to say it. But it looks like I'm going to have to do a carb job on it". My heart sunk. Though I expected this in the first place (the $10 part was a pleasant surprise). He went on "it's going to get expenseive". I started thinking of credit cards I could use to pay for this... savings accounts I could dip in to... fixing the boat but not being able to afford gas to take it out.... he finished "we're probably talking $120... if I have to replace the needle another $20 on that". What? $120?!?! $140?!?! EXPENSIVE?!?! I tried to keep this horrified look on my face as I'm thinking NOW of things I could do with the $480 I DIDN'T have to spend at the other shop. "Well... if we have to do it..." I said. So NOW I'm back to leaving the boat at the shop.

At this point, I momentarily thought of calling the friend back. But I had already canceled and figured she would make other plans and I didn't want to jerk her around. I headed home. Mrs and C were at the pool. I threw on shorts and joined them for some family time. Later, after dinner and bath for C, Mrs resumed her nightly ritual. 10 minutes of reality TV followed by 4 hours of snoring. This was the highlight of my weekend.

I promised Mrs I would paint our foyer as a Christmas gift (yeah I know it's june now). Our foyer has 20 ft. ceilings and a staircase running up one wall making it a challenge to get to the very top to cut in. It's not so much the height, as it is the stairs blocking a ladder. I scratched my head and asked around with no real good solutions. We took bids from workers at Mrs' office to do it. They came in WAY high. So I decided to bite the bullet and figure some way to get over the stairs. I spent Saturday engineering a platform to sit over a couple of steps where I could set a ladder. The rest of the weekend is a mind numbing blur of set up ladder, paint 2 ft. move ladder, paint 2 more feet, balance precariously on ladder and widow ledge, paint 2 more feet. Climb up... paint, down load roller, up paint, down load roller, move ladder, up paint, down load... you get the idea.

However... Mrs is happy. And did I get a blowjob out of it? Noooooo... sigh.

I stood by the shower door naked waiting for the water to heat up. My eyes were still "foggy" and my limbs still had that "heavy just woke up" feel to them. Mrs walked over and started kissing my neck, my chest. I gave her a quick peck (self conscious of morning breath). She ran her hands down my side to my ass. Her other hand slid along my hip to my cock. She knelt before me taking my cock in her mouth. I grew instantly hard. She cupped my balls in her hand as she ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I still had my hand inside the shower feeling the cold water turn luke warm, then hot. Mrs took my cock completely in her mouth. I said "I have to be at work on-time today", opened the door and stepped into the steaming water.

Back up 9 hours. I sat on the couch watching "The Ultimate Fighter". I was wearing a still damp towel from the shower. Earlier, I did yard work, cleaned the boat, cleaned the gun I used to compete with last weekend (overdue). Mrs went to a girlfriend's house for "bunko night". C was asleep. I was contented to sit mostly naked and watch guys beat the shit out of each other. Mrs walked in the door. She had that "I've been drinking and am pleasantly buzzed" look about her. She sauntered over to the couch with a HUGE bottle of wine, poured some in my cup (it had water in it earlier and was now empty), and sat next to me. It had been a few months since she had hung out with her friends. She caught me up on all the goings on.

She told me about a couple we met at a party a year or so ago. They are friends of friends. The wife got a little crazy at the party. She actually took her tits out. The husband was furious and he rushed her out. We saw them a couple of times at various other friend's houses, though I don't think I would recognize them if I saw them. Evidently, the couple are swingers. They were just toying with the notion back when she flashed her tits. The husband was pissed because it was unplanned and inappropriate for the party. Since then, they have gone full tilt into the lifestyle. They have a web site and everything. Though, their success seems to be in debate. Apparently, they have approached all of their friends. All of whom turned them down. At one point, they had another couple over for "drinks". They have a hot tub. The couples retired to the hot tub. According to gossip, the wife sat between the man and woman of the other couple, grabbed the womans tit's and the man's cock. I guess they weren't prepared and the quickly left.

Mrs said "Can you BELIEVE someone would do that?!" I kinda shrugged. I am fully aware of my alter ego here in pluffland, Mrs is not. She said "You DO believe it? You aren't interested are you?" Now this is a delicate situation. I'm not opposed to it. But I know Mrs would freak if I suggested it. So I simply shrugged and said "Nothing surprises me anymore".

Mrs leaned in putting her head on my chest. Fighters on TV were nearing the end of the 2nd round. Mrs sat up and said "I don't really like this. I'm going to bed. I'll be waiting when this is over". She went to the bedroom. I watched the rest of the fight (all of 5 minutes). Then I walked into the bedroom. Mrs had already turned off the TV and had the covers pulled up to her chin. I dropped my towel and climbed in bed next to her. I put my legs around her and snuggled up. She never moved. Rigid. Stiff. Not even so much as put her arm around me to snuggle. I sat like that for a minute. She still never moved. "Fuck it" I thought and got back out of bed, skulking out of the room.

Back up to the night before. Mrs stood in the kitchen making dinner. I eased up behind her sliding my arms around her waist. I sunk my teeth (not too hard) into her neck just behind her shoulder where her neck and shoulder meet. I felt goose pimples form on her arm. I moved my mouth to that little spot just behind her ear and used my teeth to gently and firmly bite her again. Her arms seemed to explode with goose pimples. I ran one hand up to her breast. She said "I can't, it's that time. Maybe we can play later". Ok... no problem. I walked off. Later, she sat on the couch (her usual position). I just got out of the shower (I went to karate earlier). I walked over to Mrs and let my hand run along her arm to her neck. She let out an exasperated sigh. So much for "playing later".

Back up another night.... same deal.. a week... same deal. Fuck... this... shit! So this morning, I stood there with my dick in her mouth, admittedly physically aroused. My mind was screaming, "Oh... so you're going to just be a little pussy boy and take whatever little bit she tosses out". I got really mad. Yeah I could've fucked her. But it would just validate this behavior. What pisses me off the most is, it's not like I'm unaffectionate 90% of the time and am only affectionate when I want some. I kiss her all the time. I hug her constantly. I'm always walking up behind her and putting my arms around her. It's not like I walk through the house ignoring her all the time. In fact, the other night we just sat around with a couple of drinks, put some music in and talked. Just chit chat. Nothing in particular.

I hate to say it, but I'm pissed off to the point where I have no interest in having sex with her. I'm trying to picture Sat. night when C is over at the MIL's spending the night and I would seriously rather be fishing. I'm pissed enought that I actually spent time trying to find that couple's web site. I wouldn't ever consider doing anything with them. Our group is too small and they seem to have... issues. But it's a pleasant distraction from reality.

I woke up with a mental image. I don't know if it came from a dream, or if it's just a flash of fantasy.

I picture a body beneath me. The curve of perfect breasts blending with the rib cage. Stomach muscles covered in sweat, heaving in the breathless moment post orgasm. That delicious dip between the hip and the lower belly. The pubic triangle prominently displayed in naked glory. Her mound swollen in arousal begging to be pierced by my straining cock again.

Damnit!! Now I'm NOT going to Chicago. I love it when management makes snap decisions. Actually, it's probably a good thing. The project really doesn't belong on my team anyway. Sigh... I was looking forward to Chicago.

Looks like I'm going to Chicago for a class next month. Anyone out there in Chicago? Females? Anyone...

Wow did I ever ramble.

There really isn't much more to talk about with Beth. As I said, she was from a town right next to my home town. At one point during the summer we all had a week off. Right before we headed home, she suggested we get together and have a party with some of our old friends. Her Mom had an apartment between our towns. We all met there. I vaguely remember getting a recipe for home brew wine coolers (yup.. it was the late 80s... yup I was a geek... yup it was a sure fire way to get girls drunk). I'm pretty sure that was my contribution to the party.

I ended up being the only guy there. Which was ok by me. Aside from Beth, there were a couple of girls I used to hang out with from High School I hadn't seen in a couple of years. You know how some girls put on the freshmen 40? And some late bloomers really turn into gorgeous women. Well, with the exception of Beth, they all had turned into stunning women. One was even a model.

At some point someone suggested we go "out". You have to know my home town, but "out" either consisted of cruising up and down main street (all 3 blocks), or the movies. It sounded wierd to me but I was game. We went to an apartment complex in the college town next to ours. It was the strangest deal I've ever seen. It was like someone opened a bar in the apartment clubhouse. You had the pool. The "clubhouse". Then there was an upstairs area with a no shit full service bar. I thought it really bizarre that they would have a bar RIGHT next to a pool like that. I can only imagine how many drunks pissed, puked, fucked, whatever in there.

Anyway, we got drinks. The bar was packed so we all stood around outside. All of the sudden, Beth started squeeling and running in place. This really tiny little blond came strolling up. It was Beth's sister. Introductions were made. I found out she was a ballerina. I don't mean as in, she took ballet and was still in High School. She was a real life professional ballerina. I'm a little vague on my memory here. But I think she worked in New York as an understudy to bit part dancers. Like some of the background toys in The Nutcracker or something like that. She moved back to one of the bigger cities near us to have more prominent roles (and I assume better paying). Being the pig that I am, my mind instantly went to "Hmmm... ballerina = flexible... HMMM!!" We hit it off and started chatting. I feel certain I asked her if she could put her leg behind her head. I think she even demonstrated.

I remember the next part vividly. Maybe it should have been a warning of things to come. I leaned my head way back to drain the rest of my beer. Even though I was chatting up Sister, we were all standing in the typical little click circle. I was in mid-beer drain when WHAM!! Someone hit me right in the gut. Not the stomach. That little section just below your sternum that sucks the wind right out of you... and... if you've just downed a full beer ALL OF THE BEER TOO!! Actually, I didn't puke. But I came damned close.

Once my brain wrapped itself around the situation, I realized BETH had hauled off and knocked the living shit out of me. I remember after what seemed like an hour (really about 15 seconds) I got my wind back and said "What the fuck was that for?!?!" She just giggled and said "Don't be such a baby. It just seemed like fun at that time".

It really pissed me off. You know the whole fight/flight reflex. Well, mine is decidedly fight. But.. she's a girl.. you don't hit girls.. etc. etc. I just steamed for about 20 minutes until I finally calmed back down. I pulled her aside and asked "What the hell did you do that for? Was it because I was talking to your sister?". She just laughed and said "No... your head was back... it was right there... I couldn't help it". Needless to say, the night was a wash at that point.

Months later, during Christmas break, Beth had another party. This time we stayed at the apartment. Her Sister was there again. As soon as I walked in she came over and we started chatting picking up where we left off over the summer. The night blurs into an alcoholic haze. But I remember making out with her a LOT. We tried to figure out where we could go (it WAS her Mom's apartment). I don't really know what happened after that. I'm pretty sure she rode with someone else and they had to leave or something like that. Never heard from her again.

Man... I am dddRRRRRUNK. And alone. Mrs and C had a birthday party this morning. I went to the grocery store and stocked up on really bad stuff for the day. Tons of snacks. Olives for martinis. I got home expecting to see Mrs and C. They were nowhere to be seen. So I fixed myself a drink. Plopped down on the couch and tore into the bags of cheetos etc. I bought earlier. An hour or two went by and still no Mrs and C. So I fixed another drink. Finally, they walked in the door just long enough to tell me one of the mommies from the birthday party invited them over to swim in their pool. I was NOT invited. About that time, it hit me that I've had a fair amount of alchohol and NO food other than snacks. So I am, at this very moment, dddRRRUNK. I am seriously having to watch every word I type because I misstype... well... pretty much every one.

I have a followup to my previous post. I wrote the post in a spare few minutes at work. I was swamped and didn't really get much time to proofread or even edit much. After I left work I thought about the incident. A whole flood of memories came back to me about Beth all at once. I had completely forgotten about how much we hung out before this. I'll get into more detail later. But in involves me almost... so close... within the proverbial cunt's hair of having sex with her sister (who was way UP on my fuckable scale).

OdelisqueK asked if I had any contact with Beth afterwards. Well.. technically no. My memory is a little vague here, but I'm pretty sure I saw her in passing and did everything I could to avoid her. As I said in the previous paragraph, a flood of memories I had completely lost came back to me shortly after I wrote the previous post. I'm not sure of the timing. I think all of my new revelations came before the locking in the apartment incident. It makes sense logically. They are all disjointed... interactions. I will reveal more tommorrow. It's confusing at the moment. But after I tell the stories maybe it will make more sense. In short, I think the answer is no. I did not have much/any contact with her after that incident.

So back to the moment. Here I am... drunk... as usual full of mischief... and nothing to do with it. I started ribs on the smoker thinking we would all have a "family" day. I cook them the good ol' southern way. Slow cooked over low heat for hours and hours. Which leaves me unable to leave the house. So EVEN if mischief came calling, I couldn't do much about it. Damnit!! If only I had known I would have the whole day to myself. The possiblities are endless.... well.. the possibilities are... the reality probably is very limited.

Ok... the drinks are really hitting now and I'm realizing how disjointed this post is... I'll post more after I've sobered up... maybe tommorrow.

I reread my "I never" post. This technically doesn't fall under any of the "I nevers"... and I'm not sure why that meme reminded me of this. But I had an amusing (to me anyway) thing happen to me in college I thought I would share.

I don't even remember this girl's name. I'll call her Beth (I don't know anyone named Beth so I think it's a safe name). When I was in High School, a friend of mine dated Beth. It was a big deal at the time because she was a couple of years older than us and therefore was on her own. As opposed to us High School geeks who still lived at home and had to sneak out to do "adult" stuff. I remember her vividly because my buddy was the first of my close friends to lose his virginity... to Beth.

I went off to college in a town far away from my hometown. Eventually I got a part time job teaching the computer lab for computer science 101 students (yes I was THAT geek). One summer, about half way through a class I noticed one of the girls staring at me. It took a couple of weeks of staring for it to click this was Beth. I was a junior at this point so were talking around 4 to 5 years since I had seen her last. We chatted for a long time after class. She invited me to hang out and have a beer and catch up.

Being from a tiny town, it is rare to run into someone from the same area much less someone I knew. We started hanging out a fair amount. I never really knew much about her back in High School. She was a fleeting fixture. I always saw her in passing as my buddy and I were always doing our "guy" thing. I didn't really hang out much outside of that. When they were together it was always a case of them going off somewhere presumably to have sex. I learned a fair amount about her in a short time. She had been a cop in the town next to ours (will be important later). She had a kid when she was a teenager that her parents were raising. She had put on a fair amount of weight since I knew her. She had gone through a ton of guys. Generally, I just got the impression she was carrying a lot of baggage. So I was cool with hanging out, but as I always think of "fuckability" when I meet someone, I determined she was off my fuckable scale.

One night, a bunch of us went to a college bar. One of my co-workers and good friend was desparate to get laid (he was a geek too... go figure). Beth was there with us as well. At one point during the night, she make it clear to me she was horny as hell and looking to get laid too.

At some point in the evening, I started talking to a pretty cute girl I knew. Things were going well. We reached that close talking stage, you know, the one where you are pressing in close getting more and more intimate. Beth came walking over and said "I'm drunk... I need a ride home". My dorm (ah the days of cheap housing) was just a block away from the bar so I walked. I told her I didn't have a car hoping she would ask someone else and I could continue close talking with what I was hoping to be MY ride home. No luck. She insisted I take her home. At the same time, I noticed my coworker swaying a bit too much as well. I also realized, the two of them lived in the same apartment building. Reluctantly, I agreed thinking maybe I could take them BOTH home and get them together. I promised I would come back to finish what I started with the cute girl. We piled in Beth's car. The coworker and Beth both sat in back.

We made it to the apartment building. I helped the staggering drunks to the door. We started climbing the stairs. My plan was going well. That is, until we reached the floor where my coworker lived. Beth turned to him and said "You go home now". I tried to help him out, but she was pretty adamant that he go to his place without her or us. I still hoped I could get her to her place and get back to the bar to pick up with the cutie.

We got to Beth's apartment. She fumbled with the keys. Finally, I took them from her and tried them one by one until I got the door open. She fell into her living room. You had to see the apartment. It was a 1 bedroom apartment she and her roomate were using as a two room. Her bed was in the living room/kitchen and the roomate's bed was in the only "bedroom". She pretty much landed on her bed when she fell through the door. I closed the door behind me and was about to check on her when, through a miraculous recovery, she pounced on me. It was like a damned comedy. Picture Ms. Ballbrecker from Porkies attacking the poor unsuspecting prank victim in the hotel scene.

This is the part where her being an ex-cop come's in to play. She got freakishly strong. I mean, I could handle her, but we're approaching body slams as result. And as I've said before, I cringe at the mere thought of hurting a woman. She had me pinned up against the door and was doing her best alien impression on my mouth. With great effort, I held her back long enough to get out "we cand do thith.. I liik u ath a fwen (she was still trying to suck on my lower lip)". It didn't slow her down. Finally, I led her back towards the bed, stepped forward so she had to sit down and said "Stop... I have a girlfriend. I can't do this (partially true... but mostly convenient)". I turned to open the door and she pounced again, slamming me against the door and the door shut. At this point, it flashed through my mind "this must be what a girl feels like with a guy who has his hands all over her". She had her hands on my crotch, her mouth on my neck. All of this was happening as I was essentially in the frisk position. My face was even smushed against the door. If any of my friends saw this I'm sure they would've pissed themselves laughing.

This scene repeated itself several times. Finally, I agreed to stay then night and just cuddle. After another half hour of wrestling her off of me she finally seemed to relax and drift off. I was laying on top of her covers, completely clothed still wearing my shoes.

Gingerly, I swung my legs to the side and slowly lifted myself off of the bed. I tiptoed around the bed towards the door when.... you guessed it, "Where are you going! Don't go!!" body slam. And the wrestling continued.

Somewhere around 4am the door opened and her roomate walked in. I knew her pretty well and could only imagine what she was thinking. I gave her this pleading look like "help please". She just shook her head, laughed and went to her room..... bitch!

Finally, around 7am I convinced her I had to go get ready for a class. The walk of shame had a whole new meaning for me as I walked all the way back to my dorm hoping and praying I wouldn't see anyone I knew... especially anyone who saw me leave the night before.

Quick post. Ugh what a week at work!! One of my partners in crime is on vacation and a ton of his work is falling to me. That and we're having to do a reconfig on one of my machines. The annoying thing is, the vendor is demanding this reconfig, but what they are demanding makes no sense as to the problems we've been having. So we're doing this just to say "Ok... we did this and it didn't work. NOW FIX IT!!" I'm having to do the work at midnight. I hate that because my body wants to wake with the sun, even if I've only had a couple of hours sleep. I tried to sleep late today and woke up with a massive headache for my efforts. And I get to do it again tonight.

Completely unrelated, to the single blonde walking in front of me to my car yesterday, Thank you. Thank you. It's not often I'm completely mesmerized by the someone who has a close to perfect ass. This girl had ass, the walk, the perfect outfit to accentuate it all... damn!!