I lay on the couch last night semi-comatose, the result of nightly workouts in a desparate attempt to do some last minute conditioning before my next belt test in karate. Mrs wandered in the room and plopped on the other end. It started off innocently enough. She peeled my socks off of my feet and began to massage my toes. After a while I grabbed her foot and reciprocated. We watched rerun after rerun of Heroes on Sci-Fi trying to get caught up. After an episode's worth of foot rubbing. Mrs switched positions so she was laying between my legs with her head resting on my stomach. It only lasted a few minutes. I felt Mrs hand slide to my belt. The next thing I knew, she had popped loose the buckle and was unzipping my pants, which slid off just moments later.

She took her time, running her hands lightly, almost tickling, my balls and my cock. My erection came on slowly. It started as more of a swelling. I had one of those porn star moments where I looked down at my slightly engorged cock and thought "Damn... now that is impressive if I do say so myself". My cock finally swelled to rock hard. Mrs grasped the base of my shaft and lowered her mouth. She took her time. Her mouth and hands worked together to explore the whole of my nether regions.

After a few minutes, she sat up and peeled off her clothes. Quickly she straddled me lowering herself onto my cock. I lay back as she rocked herself back and forth taking me deeper and deeper. We went slow and steady enjoying each other. After a while, I decided to change things up a bit. I scooted sideways on the couch pulling Mrs beside me. I turned her so we were spooning. My mouth went to her ear. At the same time, my hand found her clit. I felt goose pimples rise all over her arms. I raked my teeth along her neck to her shoulder. She slid her body so my cock rested between her cheeks.

Impatiently, Mrs spun to her back and tried to pull me on top of her. Instead, I knelt and pushed her over to her stomach. Once there, I pinned her with my body and continued kissing, nibbling, biting her neck and shoulders. She writhed beneath me. I slid my body so my cock eased between her legs. I could feel the head slip along her slit. She shuddered as it bumped against her clit. She tried to move her body so I could slide inside. But I pressed my weight down more pinning her in place. Her head went from side to side as my teeth rasped along her neck to that spot where her neck and shoulder meet. I nibbled between her shoulder blades up along her neck just below the hair line. My cock pressed against her clit moving slightly as her body shook and writhed beneath my weight. Finally, I lifted myself up allowing Mrs to shift her body to let me slide inside.

Once inside, I pressed my weight back down pinning her again. I resumed my assault on her ears and neck still holding her down with my weight. My cock slid back and forth ever so slightly as she writhed beneath me again. She started muttering "Oh God Oh God Oh God". I took that as my cue. I lifted my weight off of her once again. Mrs thrust her self back against me slamming my cock deep inside. I put one foot on the floor. I could feel her wetness spreading onto my thighs and the couch (thank God for leather). Her body quivered and she cried out as she came. I thrust deeper, harder, faster until I couldn't hold out any longer.

An apology.

I'm not sure what spawned it. But yesterday, God help me, I found myself wondering where my first girlfriend ended up. I wonder how many people go through this. I did a half hearted google search with no luck. Ah well. The quick exercise made me think of past lovers in general. I thought about how our relationship ended. Then I thought of a couple of other relationships that ended poorly (or at least in my mind) too. I have had plenty of relationships that ended badly that I never give a second thought. But these in particular stay in my mind because I feel I was particularly... hurtful or deceitful. 2 in particular. There is a third, but we have remained friends so I'm not nearly so bothered about that one. Though to clear my conscious I should probably fess up to the true nature of things with her. But I'll broach that later... if at all.

Be forewarned, this will probably bore most people.

The first is my high school sweetheart. I'll call her D. She and I dated for 2 years pretty steadily in high school. We were both virgins. She was a year behind me. Obviously, when it was time for me to go to college, she still had a year to go. I went away. Somewhere in the middle of my year, I met another girl. She and I fooled around a good bit. We never had sex. But in context of D and I, it was definitely cheating. D and I had that whole starry eyed hormonally driven love.

Summer came along. The girl went to her hometown, I went to mine. D and I picked up where we left off. Then she told me she was coming to my college. I wasn't really worried. The other girl and I weren't that serious. I was pretty sure she would date someone else when she got back. D and I picked our starry eyed romance back up. We were both still virgins. Which probably led to the way events unfolded later.

Fall rolled around. D and I came back to school. I had met a lot of friends the year before. I also hung out with a girl I kind of dated in junior high (as much as you could call it dating), I'll call her F. She was a year older and big into the social scene, sororities, parties so on and so on. When D and I first started dating, she was cute as hell. Then she started putting on some weight. By the time she made it to college, she was on the heavy side. Not huge. But she had an extra 40 or so pounds. It bothered me a little. But she was my girlfriend and that's just the way she was. F, however, really started in on me about her appearance. She told me I could do better and on and on. The little bit it bothered me turned into a lot.

Meanwhile, D and I finally slept together... had sex. It was both of our first times. I think I wrote about it somewhere in my archives. The first time led to many. She was the first girl I ever went down on. In fact, I would say she started my love of it.

The final straw came when the girl I saw the year before, sort of expressed an interest. Between that and the ever growing concern over D's appearance, I started thinking about breaking it off. Finally, a couple of months after we slept together, I told her I thought we should break up. I think she was pretty devastated by it. We had been dating around 3 years at that point. I don't know if she ever saw it coming. I'm 95% positive she didn't date throughout college. She moved in with a family as an at home nanny after college in a podunk little town. I know she got married at some point. I would like to hope she was just biding her time until the right guy came along. In my gut, I know a fair portion of it was because of me.

Things didn't even get off the ground with the other girl. I realized what a huge mistake I made at that point. But I really didn't want to jerk D around. I also was still pretty bothered by her weight. F was also in my ear the whole time telling me "You did the right thing. We are going to hook you up with some outstanding girls" (never did). I believed it for a long time. I thought I would find someone better.

In hindsight, I firmly believe I did the right thing. I was way too young to make a commitment to someone for life. I needed to get out and get crazy. Do all the shit young people are supposed to do. But I really did love her (as I knew love at the time). My biggest regret with her is the pain I know it caused her over what, at the time, was purely selfish reasonings.

The second is also girl with whom I went to high school, I'll call her LP. She was a couple of years younger than me. Eventually, she attended the same college as I did. When we met again, I was sort of in limbo girlfriend wise. I had been seeing the girl who would become the ex-Mrs. The ex-Mrs had a real problem with school. She flunked out several times. Or rather, she flunked out once and while she wasn't flunking in other attempts, she never could bring her overall GPA up enough to stay in (once you flunked you have to bring it up to a certain point). I honestly can't remember which time this was. Maybe the first. Maybe the 2nd. I dunno. Anyway, she moved back to her home town and got a job. LP and I started hanging out. One thing lead to another and she ended back up at my place a couple of times. While we did sleep together, we didn't have sex.

Now, on a scale of 1 to 10 for enthusiasm for what we DID do, I'd have to say LP was an 11. Aside from my regrets about the way things ended, I really regret never finding out what it was like to have sex with her. LP was the only girl to ever give me a hickey (and an experience I found to be rather unpleasant actually). The first time my hand made it to her tits, she went completely apeshit. That was as far as I got. I think she might've actually snapped my neck had I been able to go down on her... Maybe crack a few ribs. Sadly I'll never know.

Anyway, our relationship was pretty relaxed. The few times we went out, was more like a date than anything else. We chatted a little in between. But it wasn't like we HAD to talk to each other daily.

Then, to my chagrin, the waiting period for the ex-Mrs to come back to school came to an end. I honestly can say I didn't expect her to come back. But she did. During her break from school, she came to visit a few times. I'm pretty sure we had sex when she did. In fact, ex-Mrs claimed she was a virgin (a claim I have questioned for a long time). I'm pretty sure we had crossed that bridge quite some time before this break. In the context of this story, that fact came into play when I found out she was coming back. I was faced with a dilema, or a choice really. Ex-Mrs, or LP. For some odd reason, I felt that I had been "going with" ex-Mrs before, and therefore should stick with her. Never mind the fact that I found LP really attractive and the ex-Mrs, well... I never could really put a finger on why I stuck with her. Maybe it was because she was persistent. LP was a real sweetheart. She had a great disposition, cute as hell, clearly had great potential in bed. Most importantly, she really seemed to have an honest heart. So when it became clear I had to make a choice, I decided to make a choice rather than hedging them both and trying to have 2 girls (I'm definitely no saint, I have been down that road and am not proud of it. But occasionally I try to do the right thing). Which is where we come to how things ended.

There were a few weeks of break in school. I had an apartment and a job. LP lived in the dorms. She went home. I stayed. Then they ALL came back. I went a week or two after they got back without having any contact with LP. Finally, she called and wanted to see me. I had her come to meet me in my office. This is the part I really regret. I broke it off with her clean. And I never exactly lied to her. But I chose my words very carefully to imply I had seen someone else before she and I started going out (true). I don't remember my exact words now, but they IMPLIED I knocked the previous girl up and needed to take care of business with her. I never lied to her. But I'm a realist. I may as well have. I don't know how she felt about me. But she was a real sweatheart and deserved much better than that. Most of my regrets with LP are purely selfish. But the way things ended with her has been one of the moments in my life I'm least proud of.

To make a truly sincere apology, I should probably hunt them down and write them a letter. But seriously, who does that? I mean, A) it has stalker written all over it. B) LP at least would probably say "Mr who?". C) in spite of the fact I can't help myself, it's really pretty sad that I'm even dwelling on these things. Oh how my life has sunk at the moment. So this is the best I'm gonna muster. A half assed, anonymous apology to people who have most likely moved on after the first sentence anyway. But here goes:

D, LP, I offer my sincerest apology for the way I treated you. You both were of very kind hearts and deserved much better.

Could I be losing my touch?

As I've said over and over... ad nauseum even, my favorite sexual activity is eating pussy. I believe I'm pretty good at it. I love the way my tongue feels exploring various nooks and crannies of female parts. I especially love it when I have a woman completely losing control over her body. It was almost a nightly ritual with the woman I dated prior to Mrs. She had a body that I loved to explore. To me, it was like sinking your teeth into a perfect peach (well... maybe not teeth, but you get the picture).

Maybe it's the guy in me. But I measure my success with an orgasm. I know that's not always the female way of thinking. But it's mine. In the past, I have been able to make Mrs cum pretty quickly. However, in the past few months, it seems I have to go on for hours before I can get her to cum. My poor tongue feels battered and swollen by the time she does. Don't get me wrong, I still love doing it and if it takes hours and she enjoys it for hours, then I'm game. But compared to before, I have to wonder if I'm losing it somewhere.

So Sunday night, after I got home from my trip and Mrs and I had some time alone, we climbed into bed to say a proper hello to each other. After the cuddling, came the petting, which lead to more intimate explorations, which finally lead to me sliding my head down between her legs. I went through my usual bag of tricks. Slow.. circling... sucking... generally using my tongue to prod and probe every square inch of her pussy. Finally when my face was soaked, I concentrated on her clit. At first I lightly flicked my tongue over it. Occasionally I would linger using more pressure. Her legs would quiver every time I did this. Mrs hands wandered to her nipples. I began to stroke her clit with my tongue harder. She cried out and thrust her hips to meet my mouth. Then the marathon began. I continued to stroke her clit faster and faster. I tried using a finger to hit her g-spot. All things that had her squirming... for a really... REAAALY long time. You know how you can feel an orgasm building and you know to keep doing what you're doing to send them over the edge? It feel like I did that for a good hour or so.

Finally Mrs screamed, slammed her legs together almost breaking my nose and literally threw me away from her. Being the evil bastard I am I tried to keep her going, which only met more violent convlusions and shoving.

Mrs quickly rolled over and took my cock into her mouth. Without much fanfair she pumped her hands and mouth together hard and fast. At this point, I was pretty turned on. It wasn't long at all before I felt the need to slow things down. I pushed her back on the bed and moved between her legs. She grabbed my cock and used her heels to drive in deep inside. I wanted to slow down and make things last. But Mrs would have none of it. She put her hands on my hips and literally pumped my ass faster and faster. I think I may have lasted a whole minute.

Now, don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed things. But afterwards, I lay there wondering if I've lost my touch. I pride myself in my ability to have a woman a quivering mass. I'm more than willing to put the effort and time in. But damn!!

Clearly I need more test subjects. Anyone? Beuller?

Whew!! The Thanksgiving holiday is behind us now.

Actually I had a blast. Nothing really juicy to write about. I spent it in the company of a bunch of redneck buddies and my Dad in southern Georgia hunting dove and deer. And I have reaffirmed yet again I suck at both! I couldn't hit a bird if my life depended on it.

I'm not sure if we'll be able to do it again next year. A couple of the guys brought their wives and evidently there was a little bruhaha amongst the women. It pissed off one of the guys in our group. There is a good chance he will say something about it to the host (as it was his wife and the host's wife in the tiff). The host is a good ol' boy with certain... values about women and I have a feeling it's going to come down to this hunt or her next year. I'd say it's 50/50 which way he'll go. Maybe I'm wrong. On one hand, this crowd can be tough, especially the guy in question. His nickname is "pig" and it is well deserved. If you can imagine the nastiest behavior possible, he is worse. It's 50/50 whatever he is doing will involve a bodily function and he'll probably talk about it and maybe even show you. And that's only ONE reason he's called the pig. He has this boyish charm that kinda makes up for it. But I have a feeling the hostess was taking out her disdain for him on his wife. The host and the guy have known each other for over 20 years. They talk daily on the phone. Sometimes more than once a day. Who knows how it is going to turn out.

Aside from the drama in the hen house (and yes.. it is derogatory.. and yes.. I think it is deserved) it was great. We had 5 dove hunts. The birds were as thick as mosquitos. The weather was perfect. The guys and our host were great. The hostess was even great. She did a lot of work to cook dinner and make sure we were all fed. I hope to get to do it again.

At one point during the trip one of the boys started giving me a hard time because I couldn't seem to hit anything. For some quick background, I'm the oldest son for my Dad. I have one sister and 2 half siblings. The halfs are from each parent. I'm 17 years older than my brother who is my Dad's son (as opposed to my youngest sister from my Mom... follow that?). My Mom and Dad split when I was 7. We moved back to my hometown. My Dad stayed in South Florida. We talked on the phone at least once a week when I was growing up and we saw each other for anywhere from 2 weeks to a month in the summer. He'd come visit for a couple of days every once in a while too.

My brother is now 20 (he'll be 21 in 2 weeks). My Dad and Stepmom raised him. He has been a real handful. Going out all night when he was a teenager. Drinking. I don't think he has ever done hard drugs. My Stepmom works in a lab and would periodically test him when he was getting wild. He never popped positive. But he is definitely a drinker. He dropped out of High School. Moved out when he was barely 18.

You got the picture. At least as it is relevant. Back to the story. So the boys were giving me a hard time because I couldn't seem to hit a damned thing. One of them said "Pop, you really shouldn't play favorites with your boys. I mean, C (brother) has this fancy new gun and all Mr. has is that ratted out old gun held together with duct tape (not exactly true... though C's IS nicer)". That sort of became the joke of the whole weekend. C forgot his toothbrush. We stopped at a convenience store on the way to or from somewhere. My Dad grabbed him one while he was paying for gas. When he came out I shouted for everyone to hear "Diddy, why didn't you buy ME a toothbrush".

It was all in good fun. But I have to say, something has pissed me off a little bit about that deal. My Dad never has bought me a shotgun. There are a lot of things my little brother has that I never got. My Dad did buy me my first car. He has done stuff for me. But my little brother is spoiled as hell. The thing that kinda pissed me off is, my brother got a 20 guage pump gun when he was 13 or 14. It is the same kind I have (I bought my own) except for the guage. When he was 16 or 17, he sawed the barrel off and cut off the stock. A) It is illegal as hell and B) it technically wasn't his gun. So my Dad demanded it back from him and took it. Which is all fine. So when he showed up for the hunt, I wondered, what the hell is he shooting? So I asked my Dad about it. He said "I bought him a new gun a couple of years ago". Now THAT kinda pissed me off.

I don't care that he got a lot of things I never got. I don't even really care that he got to grow up with a Dad and I basically didn't. It's not my brother's fault and it's not mine. My Dad made an effort to be involved in my life, sometimes even more so than my Mom who I lived with. But what pisses me off is, the little shit has had everything handed to him. Then he went and took something, fucked it up, along with fucking up in general, and my Dad buys him a NEW gun?!? Then, throughout the whole weekend, he was a pain in the ass and my Dad coddled him and catered to him. For instance, he fell asleep on Thanksgiving day.. like most people. Around 2:30 it was time to head to a field. My Dad woke C up, then everyone else. All the guys got ready and got in the vehicles except my brother. My Dad went in and asked "Are you going?". His answer was a shrug. So we all waited. Someone came out and said C was inside making a huge plate of dessert. So my Dad went back inside and asked "Are you coming or not? Everyone is outside waiting on you?". Again he shrugged and said "I guess". So my Dad comes back outside. We wait another 5 minutes or so. Finally C comes out. My Dad started yelling "Come ON!! Everyone is waiting". C shouted back "What the fuck is the problem?! Can't you give me 2 fucking minutes to get up!!". Keep in mind, everyone waiting was also asleep and woke up at the same time he did.

He's not my kid. So I can't say anything. But I think I would've left his ass. At the first shrug, I would've said "You have 1 minute to be outside or we're leaving without you". And then I would've left. He's an adult now. But he's still acting like a kid. Same thing with the shotgun. If he took care of the first one, then I could see him getting another one. It doesn't piss me off that I never got one. I'm a self-made man. Yeah, my gun isn't as nice as his (and it actually is part of my problem... but I won't go into that). But it's not a hand-me-down piece of shit duct taped together. I bought it new with my own money. I have had it for about 7 or 8 years. Any problem I have with it is of my own doing. But it does piss me off when I think about the fact that I have made my own way, and he keeps getting stuff handed to him on a silver platter. There is a tiny little part of me that does think, after he chopped up the first one, if you were going to give one of your kids a gun, give it to the one that would really appreciate it.

Anyway, Mrs was pretty randy when I got home. But I have gone on and on longer than I meant. I'll talk about it some other time.

I can't remember the last time I had a blow job. Let me clarify. To me, there is a fine line between foreplay, and a blow job. The word "job" implies a task to be completed. I.e., cumming. The usual script for sex at the pluff household involves Mrs sucking my cock just long enough to, presumably, check off of her sexual todo list. "Suck penis (she would never say cock).. check... play with balls check... have him suck boobie... check... get on top... check.... ok we've had good sex whatever happens now is gravy". I don't really consider whatever happens during the script outside of actual sex anything more than foreplay... appetizers.. you get the drift.

As I mentioned, I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving. Mrs always tries to send me off... satisfied. Except she has her period. No sex. Though.. she often bends.. well... breaks the shit out of her own no sex during period rule. I'm not sure why she was enforcing it this time. But anyway, I got home from karate last night and started to pack. The more the night went on, the more the after effects of class started kicking my ass. It's hell getting old. Knees.. hips.. even my shoulders started aching. Around 11:30 or so I finally had enough. I popped a couple of advil and ran the bath as hot as I could stand it. Not even 1 minute after the water stopped, Mrs waltzed in the bathroom. "I thought you were going to bed. I was going to GIVE you something [wink, nod]". Then she walked out.

Now, it's a sad state of affairs when I'm sitting naked in the bath tub, and I have a serious debate with myself. "The tub feels REAALLY good on my joints... but I'm gonna get some kind of nookie... but that would require moving...". Ultimately my cock jumped up and smacked me in the forehead.

By the time I got out of the tub, Mrs had flitted off to do something domestic. I wrapped the towel around my waist and plopped down on the bed. After just a few short moments, Mrs reappeared. She marched straight to the bed and unceremoniously yanked the towel from my waist.

I enjoy blowjobs. I enjoy them as much as I love eating pussy. At one point in my life, I would've rather had a blow job than actual sex. Lately, while I still enjoy them, whenever I get one I tend to conncentrate on the end goal. It's almost as if I'm masturbating. This time however, Mrs really took her time. And it was like I was a teenager again. I guess I was relaxed after the workout and bath. I layed back and let Mrs explore my cock and balls. I really don't know how long it lasted. I wasn't watching the clock. It felt like at least 30 minutes or so. It was probably less but who cares. It was GOOOOD. For a split second, I thought Mrs was going to titty fuck me (still on my list of never dones). She slid up my body letting my cock slip between her tits. Just as quickly as my cock slipped between them, she went back to giving me head. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. She had me close to cumming for what felt like forever. I had one of those full body orgasms. You know the one, where you grab anything you can get your hands on, your entire body tenses. I grabbed the headboard and as I came thought I was going to rip it off of the frame. It was gooooood.

And on that note.... I give you HNT... Half Naked Thanksgiving... early. I won't be around to post it tommorrow. So this is a combo CBW and HNT. A quick post shower (though it could've been post bath last night...) peek.





Happy Thanksgiving!!

Boring boring boring... I seriously have NOTHING good to talk about right now. All prospects on the mischief front have dried up. I have been contemplating being more active with my AFF account. But the few times I tried to chat or make contacts, I got nowhere. Eh.. well see.

I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving. My Dad and I are travelling to one of his buddies house. Every year he has a big hunt on his property. There will be 30 or 40 people there. I haven't been able to go for the last few years because my Grandfather has been renting a house close to all of the Grandkids so we could all be together. I love my Dad and really like doing the hunt, but my Grandfather is in the last years of his life and my priorities have been to spend the time with him. This year all the Grandkids are spread out. My sister moved to the west coast. My youngest sister has school obligations and my Mom clearly needs to be with her. So we're not doing it this year.

I'm pretty excited about it. The last time I went it was an absolute blast. And the host is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. His wife too. You get that many guys together and things can get pretty rowdy. She's a straight laced church going woman. A few of the guys are real pranksters and have tested her poise. I hope this year they lay off. I mean, she's gracious enough to have everyone into her home. It's the least we could do to not torment her.

I haven't any clue as to whether or not I will actually do any good. For anyone stumbling across here, I compete with a pistol. I'm pretty deadly too. I do surpisingly well, though I don't usually talk about it here. I have a myspace account I use to talk about events and my progress. However, I SUCK with a rifle and shotgun. Well... suck isn't really the right word. I'm ok. But I don't seem to have a natural ability with long guns as I do with a pistol. I'm sure if I really spent time practicing, I could be decent with skeet or trap. And I can hold a decent group with a rifle. I just have to concentrate a hell of a lot more. But, I haven't practiced. And dove are freakishly fast. I'm pretty sure I'm going to spend most of my time shooting... and NONE of my time actually hitting anything. Maybe I'll get lucky and scare a couple into heart attacks!

Anyway, I probably won't get to post before Thanksgiving. Everyone have a happy one and everyone get laid for me... At the moment I'm living vicariously through you all!! :)

What the hell is wrong with me? I woke up this morning feeling like there has to be something off in my psyche. Let me back up a sec and I'll 'splain.

Wednesday nights have typically been "my" night. C has ballet. The Mrs-in-law picks her up from school and takes her. C loves to spend time at the MIL's afterwards. Mrs usually spends a couple of hours at the MIL's house. In the past, I played league pool on Wed nights. It worked out well in that C got to spend time with her Grandma, I got to hang out and shoot pool without pressure to be home or anything. Since I quit pool, I started participating in a shooting sport every other Wed night (guns, not pool). On those nights, sometimes, I will either go hang out with my work pool team or with HF's team (also an old team of mine). Which is what I did last night.

The night was fun and interesting. I ended up keeping score for them as they were short handed. Of course HF was there. I talked a lot of shit. At one point I started to massage her back. She tilted her head forward so I could massage her neck. I leaned in and said "The right way to do this is naked". She said something to the effect of "I wish I could, but I'm so tired I'm ready to fall asleep right now". This went on for a while. I said "Come on, when this is over, let's go back to your place and let me do this right. You can fall asleep even". She replied "I have to be up at 5 (or maybe she said 4)". I said "Nothing else will happen. You just need pampering a little. In fact, I won't LET anything else happen". She was supposed to drive one of the teammates home. I added "Drop him off, then meet me at your place and I'll massage you to sleep". I don't remember what the reply was but essentially it was something like "I wouldn't be able to just let it go at that... I need my sleep" etc. etc.

Their team is playing a format where you play both 8 and 9 ball in one night. She ended up being the last 8 ball match. I hung around and watched her. Tried to encourage her. The rest of the team was watching B play at first. Finally another member came over and watched as well. In the middle of her match her phone rang. She looked over at B and said "Go ahead and answer it". B chatted with whoever was on the other line for a while. Then she came over and said "He had something come up. But he wants to see you tonight. Call him when you are finished".

HF continued her match and WON. Her first ever. Afterwards, B and W said "T, we're going to take you home". I took that as HF was going to meet whoever was on the phone earlier. So I said Bye to everyone and left.

I hope everything went well with her. I have mixed emotions about the situation, not because of jealousy. But because HF and I exchange e-mail off and on all day long and this was the first I heard of any potential date... BF... whatever. On one hand who the hell am I to need to know this information. She has her life and it's none of my business. But I feel kinda like an asshole for talking so much shit and coming on to her if she had something in the works. I also feel a little bit... I can't really think of the right word... handled. I'd just rather someone come out and say "Not interested".. or "I would love to but there's this guy..." rather than be "handled" and feel like an asshole for pushing things. I don't feel out of line for talking shit. It wasn't that long ago she asked "So.. when are we going to hook up again?" Of course we never did, but with questions like that, I'm gonna ask and I'm gonna push a little bit. I've known HF for several years now and I would hope that she would learn I'm not the jealous type and I am more than willing to back off to a purely playful level of banter and shit talking for her to pursue whatever makes her happy. It's like she doesn't trust that and feels the need to omit.. or deflect.. I still can't put my finger on the right word for it. It's not deceitful.. it's... I guess handling is the best I can come up with.

So anyway, it was an interesting evening, but a bust on the salacious front. So I went home. To my surprise, the lights were on when I pulled in the driveway. Mrs was running around in a nighty in the kitchen clearly working on something. I strolled through the door and asked what she was up to at almost 1am. She said she was cooking something for her company's thanksgiving luncheon. I walked behind her and put my arms around her. I kissed her neck and let my hands slide down to her hips and around to her ass... HEEELLOOOO no panties. So I asked "What do you think your co-workers would think if they knew you were cooking their food damned near naked?!" (I hope none of them read this!). I don't remember the reply. Frankly, I was a little drunk at this point.

I wandered around, grabbed a snack, drank a lot of water. About the time I finished eating, Mrs was finishing up in the kitchen. I wandered to the bed room throwing off my clothes on the way. Mrs came in not long after. I turned off the lights and rolled towards her side. She went about her nightly rituals. When she finished, she came into the bedroom. She slid under the covers and rolled towards me to give me, what I thought was a kiss goodnight. Instead, she got a firm grip on my cock. Which responded immediately. Usually I'd go into the gory details, but this is where I get back to the whole "something must be wrong with me" thing. I'll paraphrase. She pretty much shoved my head down.. obviously wanting me to go down on her. Which I did.. my favorite thing after all. We ended up in 69. She pretty much attacked my cock. When she got close to cumming she shoved me off of her in a way such that I was still going down on her.. but she could now play with her own tits and presumably concentrate. She came... HARD. Then in a porn moment she sort of... stood me up to kneeling (remember we were in 69 so I was still kinda positioned next to her head) and launched herself at my cock. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or what because she really was giving it her all. Finally, I decided it was time to fuck instead of all the foreplay. And we did. And we both came... her again (yeah this was paraphrasing for me!). We both fell asleep immediately.


So this morning I woke up, having had a great night the previous night.. got to shoot.. got to go out.. talked some shit.. got thoroughly fucked when I got home, and I felt like it wasn't enough. I had this feeling like... "Yeah, Mrs and I had great sex... but I wonder if there's potential at the next match.. or maybe that cute little blonde who gave me that great smile at karate..." Which is the whole "what the fuck is wrong with me deal"... Why can't I just accept my life and enjoy it for what it is?

Unfortunately, as I write this, I have about 5 minutes to get over to employee health for my physical and screening... read "Drug Test". This is part of the the whole changing employer thing. Blech. I'll have to revisit this later.

My word of the day (from the Urban Dictionary):

squnt

when a coochy also known as a pussy tightens (contracts) around a penis or other objects
"when she squnted it made me wanna blow my load."

I heard the word driving into work listening to the radio. It wasn't in this context. But I almost spit my coffee when I heard it. I just had to google it. Obviously the definition in the Urban Dictionary was different than the radio usage. But it invoked memories and flashbacks. Her riding my cock. Her warm velvety, cunt gripping my cock as she slid up and down. Her hair falling over her face as she closed her eyes. Her pussy pulsing as she grabbed the sheets, quivering in orgasm. The whispered "I want to feel you cum inside me" sending me over the edge.

Sigh...

I'm going to be in rare form this evening. I have a kitchen pass tonight. And I'm randy as hell. LOOK OUT!! Hopefully I'll have something interesting to say tommorrow.

I hate wasting kitchen passes. The Mrs-in-law had a minor, unsuccessful procedure Friday. I got a call from Mrs late in the afternoon. She suggested I go out to happy hour as it would be much later before the Mrs-in-law would be out of recovery. Unfortunately, everyone had already left. I tried to coax HF into doing something. She already had plans with her girls. Ultimately, I ended up at the house burning the hell out of a perfectly good steak (even I screw up one occasionally).

Mrs called to say everything was ok. The Mrs-in-law was tucked away safely in her bed. Mrs had a couple of free movie certificates from the rental place and offered to pick something up. Call me weird, but I don't want to rent REALLY good movies. I prefer to buy those. I kinda feel like if I rent them, then I will never have incentive to buy them later. I like having my own library of really good movies. I had mixed emotions about it. But I was broke and bored so I said sure. Later, she called from the rental place. She wanted to know if I would rather watch the new Pirates of the Carribean or... I don't remember, I just POTC and said "THAT ONE!!". Some of you movie geeks are scratching your head... don't worry... it will all be clear in a moment.

Mrs got home around 9pm. We put C to bed and went to the movie room. Mrs popped the movie in. I turned the lights down and got settled for the movie. I noticed right away the DVD menu looked a little... cheesy. I thought "Damn, they sure skimped on this part". I tried to find the section to set sound options (if available I always go for DTS...)... nothing. Again I thought "Damn they really cheaped out!!". I started the movie. The opening scene was in a jungle. A group of Pirates was obviously looking for a place to hide a treasure chest. The sound was awful. I could barely hear the dialog and it sounded like someone was using a built in mic on a camcorder. It was so horrible I started looking to see if maybe I disconnected a speaker somewhere. Finally I gave up and sat down. The acting was awful. I kept thinking, maybe it is just this scene... maybe the movie is going to start in earnest and WOW me... kind of a little joke the director is playing on us. There was a convoluted gunfight and some pirates were turncoats. I couldn't really follow what was happening. The scene ended with a couple of pirates crawling through the sand back to their boats, "survivors" of the "incident". They turned towards the jungle behind them to face some sound only they could hear. Suddenly, what looked like a cross between a giant tarantula, a cochroach, and a flea leapt at the camera. Presumably it ate the "sole survivors". This thing was the cheesiest effect I have laid eyes on in this decade. It was almost reminiscent of the old Godzilla movies.

I couldn't take anymore. I grabbed the cover and looked more closely. The movie was called Pirates of Treasure Island. And it is a blatant rip off of POTC. After, I realized, POTC hasn't even been released to DVD yet. They used the same Type, the same style of cover art. If you put the two side by side it would be very easy to mistake one for the other. They even had a Johnny Depp wanna be play some deranged pirate. He even did the whole "crazy eye" thing... except really really badly.

Mrs and I broke into laughter. We tried watching the "bloopers" to see if there was any redeeming value to this movie. The bloopers were so bad you couldn't tell when the "funny part" was. The rest of the night we walked around saying "ARRRGgghhh and doing that awful google eye thing the guy tried to do!"

The rest of the weekend was kind of a blur. I travelled to middle state city to participate in my redneck sport again. I was a blast, but with travel it consumed the whole day. Friday night/Saturday morning I got paged in the wee hours. I ended up working for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. Between lack of sleep and the day of travelling I was exhausted. I don't even remember what we did Sat night. I think I got laid though...

The people I travelled with were the ones from the post a week ago. Some of the seemingly salacious relationships became a little more clear and aren't nearly so juicy after all. I did get to spend a tiny bit of time with one of the sisters. Sadly she had to run out to work immediately after it was over so there was never much opportunity for adventure.

I definitely got laid Sunday. Mrs was in rare form. I was walking around the bedroom looking for something. She reached out and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I kept walking around the bed still looking for whatever it was. She sort of.. scooted around the bed to keep her grip on my cock. There is nothing really spectacular to write about. Except I spent a lot of time slowly fucking her. In different positions. Taking my time feeling every inch as I slid my cock in and out.

Oooohh... I just remembered. HF has a photgrapher friend. She took a bunch of partial nudes. All of the poses were such that nothing really naughty made it on film. But in some ways it's actually more sexy that out and out nudes. Call me weird, but I prefer the hint of sexuality over the overt.

I don't think she would allow it (or the photographer either), but I would love to post one with her face blurred out. I probably won't even ask. But anyway, that lead to me spending some time on Xtube. Which lead to a decent boner. I briefly thought about taking more pictures for CBW or HNT, but lust got the better of me (or should I say self lust). So all in all, I guess I actually ended up having sex one way or another a lot... well at least more than normal for me.

And as usual, I want more and more. That little bit just simply doesn't seem to be enough.

HNT:



















This is the price of taking karate when you get old. I know. It's not very sexy... not a hint of sexuality peeking out of various articles of clothing. Sorry.

My left wrist is evidently arthritic now. I can't do pushups normally (on my palms). I have been doing them on my knuckles instead. Tuesday night, we did this nifty little drill where we were doing "hopping" pushups. Long story short, we did them from one side of the floor to the other... several times... then racing each other. The skin came off the last go round. If you won the race, you got to relax. If you lost, you had to do it again. I was determined not to lose.

Alas my hopes are dashed. Today the Boss sent out an e-mail assigning me to a new task. He named Work C as my backup.

The spine hath wilted.

I don't get it. I don't get it. I don't get it. It's as if nothing happened. Work C didn't show up AT ALL yesterday. And he's waltzing around today. It basically tells me, management has absolutely no spine whatsoever. The let this kind of thing slide and slide. Sure they've "had talks" about it. But I have learned with Work C, talk means nothing. You can tell him something over and over, but until he's slapped in the face, he won't believe it. And even then, he won't realize he has done anything wrong. I guarantee he is telling his wife that those people at work are entirely unreasonable. He has it justified in his head that somehow, he is "owed". I found out that basically, last week he demanded a massive pay raise. From what I heard, the figure was so ridiculous. Management "took his request under advisement" and returned just Friday with a resounding no. HELL no in fact. If he had gotten it, I would've been shocked. This is a man who used all of his sick leave in January last year. We have actually had a pool going as to weeks he would ACTUALLY put in a full 40 and we had to roll them over (no exaggeration). So far, Work C has had to meet with users out in the wild 3 times this year, and all 3 times, he was pulled from the project because of his attitude or his mouth (once was one of MY projects). Since the day he started working here, he has been complaining about how much money he makes. Always citing other jobs he could've taken (and yet hasn't). I know he told our old boss he didn't feel the need to put too much effort forth because he was being underpaid. My current boss finally told him, show me something and I'll show you something (money you pervs!!). This year, I will admit he has gotten his hands into 10 times as much stuff as in previous years. But he still can't make it to work. So NOW, he's unreliable and key to tons of projects. When he doesn't show up, instead of holding up 1 or 2 projects, he's holding up like TEN! We used to have "flex time" here in that as long as you got your 40 in, no one cared whether it was 10 to 7 or 8 to 5. The boss cancelled that thanks to Work C. We used to have unofficial comp time for compensation for on-call. Again, because of Work C's abuse, the boss cancelled that. Finally, because we work at a location away from our main office, the boss allowed us to dress casually on Fridays. We also would wear jeans if we were doing a lot of manual work in the computer room. Again, Work C wore jeans almost every day and got that policy cancelled as well. And yet the dumb ass has the unmitigated balls to demand a raise?!?

Personally, I wouldn't care. Especially if it was another team. But I've been here for 16 years and he's managed to utilize (illegitimately) more vacation than I get. And yet management does nothing. He has given my team black eye after black eye because of his mouth, and yet management does nothing. He has thumbed his nose at every policy on the books... and again, management does nothing. And it really pisses of those of us who DO play by the rules. Hell, I feel I should be compensated. I should go and demand a raise.

Maybe I'm being premature. Perhaps this whole thing is going to take the week to unfold. Firing on a friday etc. Today, through an admittedly unreliable source, I heard the boss said "I hate to do it to a friend.. but I gotta do what I gotta do". I'll believe it when I see it.

It has been several months since I participated in one of my sports of the redder variety. I finally got to shoot over the weekend. Or rather, I got to shoot in competition. For one reason or another, all opporunities to compete have been a bust through no fault of my own. One place was shut down while they moved. Another had an unusual cancellation at the last minute.

It was great. I shot well. Better than I ever have. I finished around 50%. Which for me is awesome. I am going to travel to mid-state city this coming weekend to participate in another.

One thing I have noticed in past months, is, at least what appears to me, this incredibly incestuous relationship amongst several of the "core" competitors. The Match Director always seems to be with one particular woman. Her brother and and younger sister also compete. Throughout the day, I caught glimpses of the younger sister with her arms wrapped around another competitor (I know, this is starting to get confusing). The sister, we'll call her S, spent a lot of time talking shit to both Work C and myself a couple of months ago. I was trying to get a feel for the situation when she made mention of her boyfriend and cocked her head towards yet ANOTHER competitor. Throughout that same day though, she was pretty touchy feely with the guy I saw her with this past Sat. At one point, she even gave him a smooch on the lips. At the end of both days, she pressed pretty hard for us to travel to the mid-state city for that competition as well. She said everyone will often meet at a local restaurant for breakfast and carpool there. THEN... she added "Even my boyfriend's wife goes with us sometimes". In my head I heard that old rrrrRRRRRRPP (of the needle skipping off the record). What?!?! Boyfriend's wife?!? So I have seen S with arms around 2 different guys. One either is or WAS her boyfriend, we're not clear on the other, but she has laid lips on him IN FRONT OF the boyfriend. And now, there's mention of the wife in the fray.

The final bomb for the whole incestuous thing came Saturday. We were talking to the Match Director. Work C said something about the older sister, let's call her A for now. I don't remember what his response was. But, Work C, never being one for subtleties, asked "So... A isn't your better half? I kinda assumed you two were together?" The MD kinda blushed a bit and said "No no... we're best friends. We chat on the phone all the time". So now I'm totally confused as to the whole situation. Not that it really matters.

So what DOES matter... at least in my mind (BTW, we're going into male pig mode here).. is S is pretty cute in a tom boy kinda way. She has that wholesome pretty face. An ok body. Nothing spectacular like HF. But ok nonetheless. But what really is the kicker for me, is a fireplug attitude. There is no timid in that girl anywhere. So on the guy "would I do her" scale... For me, oh yeah... in a heartbeat. And I think it would be one hell of an adventure!!

So I'm hopefully travelling with the whole crowd to mid-city this weekend to shoot. My main goal is to shoot well. But, there is a possibility for adventure as well... even if it is just as a witness.

Ok. Pig mode off.

In other news... I have ranted over and over about Work C. So much so I got tired of ranting about him at all... to the point where I don't even have the energy to link to prior rants. However, I think we may have finally hit the last straw. The word "fire" has come out of my bosses mouth a few time with respect to Work C and his antics.. most specifically his inability to put in a full 40 hours of work for the last 6 years. But, until now, I have always chalked it up to a frustrated boss verbalizing a fantasy. You see, my boss doesn't actually have the power to fire anyone. He is merely a "team leader". But that is not to say he can't discuss and recommend to our manager. I have sensed in recent months the attitude change from fantasy to close reality. I know there have been several conversation with Work C about shaping up.

But... today... yet again, without a single word, Work C didn't show up. No one has been able to contact him. I talked to a co-worker after lunch. He said, the boss told him and another guy to "be prepared to take over system X and Y". Again, I don't know how much of it is him verbalizing a fantasy, or if it's real. I hate to see a friend get fired, but he has put himself in this position time after time. But after six years I have to say it's about damned time. Even if he is out for a legitimate reason.. maybe he's on death's door, perhaps he was in an accident, it's irrelevant. He has pulled this kind of shit so many times that legitimacy no longer matters. There were times at the beginning of the year he wouldn't show up simply because he "didn't feel like it"... his words. So now, even if he's on death's door, his lack of planning gets no sympathy from the rest of us who still have leave and sick time.

I'm really anxious to see what happens tommorrow.

Belated HNT!!

BTW, Mrs PAC-MAN is naked... wearing only a bow... rrrRROOOWWRRRrr!!

I had a weird night last night. At first, I couldn't fall asleep. Then, not 10 minutes after I did fall asleep, a magazine Mrs was reading flipped off of her nightstand causing me to leap out of the bed preparing to fight what had to be an army of home invaders (in my mind anyway). Now, wide awake, I was back to the "couldn't fall asleep stage" again. THEN, I fell asleep again and not 10 minutes later, either something else crashed down in the room or I dreamed something crashed down. Either way, again, I leapt out of the bed prepared to engage a horde of rampaging vikings looking for candy in our bedroom. The rest of the night I went from dream to dream waking periodically to check for the horde still possibly roaming the house desparately trying to soothe their sweet tooth.

The first dream I remember was the classic "back to school" dream. I quit my job and went back to college. Except Mrs was there too. We lived in the tiniest apartment on either the first floor or second depending on if you counted the lower floor as a basement or not. In other words, there was a floor below us. It was about the size of a dorm room, but with a kitchen. The toilet was in a corner in full view of the rest of the room. I had the sense it was generally run down. To get to the tiniest apartment, you climbed an even smaller set of stairs. They were steep enough that you ended up using your hands and feet to climb and narrow enough that each shoulder rubbed a wall. But we were content in that it was cheap and we were financially free.

Back in college in real life, to graduate, you had to attend X number of "cultural events". These were either talks, presentations, plays, concerts, exhibits. The events were approved to count towards your total by some committee. To prove your attendance, Graduate Assistants would stand in the exits after it was over with a slip of paper you had to fill out and leave in their presence. Most people found a way to get their slips to those people without actually attending.

In my dream, I had to attend one of these events. I climbed down the tiny stairs from our apartment. I walked out the front door, and behind me, my ex-wife walked out as well. It was evident to me (though I don't know how) she lived in the lower floor/basement. She also was attending the cultural event. I had a gut feeling we were going to end up having sex somewhere, but my dream switched.

The next dream I remember I was on the shore of a lake. It vaguely reminded me of the lake near my hometown. At first I was standing on the shore. Then I was standing on a dock next to a boat. Then it was a sail boat. Each place was a kind of flash to a "setting" if you will. No real action. Just, I was at point A, then it was point B etc. with no real transition. Almost like my brain was setting the scene, then improving upon it. The dream settled on the boat being a sail boat. I don't know all of the people on the boat. But evidently I was the only one who really knew anything about sailing (I used to race sailboats for real). So I set about rigging the jib. I vaguely remembered how to tie a bowline to the clew. Once rigged, I hoisted the jib and off we went. I turned my attention to the main sail and realized, there wasn't one.

At this point, the two dreams kind meshed. I realized the main sail was back in the apartment. Except, not in MY apartment, the downstairs apartment. Now, I don't know how I got off of the sail boat to be back at the apartment to retrieve the sail. But there I was. I felt dirty sneaking into the downstairs apartment (after all, mine was upstairs) to get the sail. Then I was back on the boat. I vaguely remember rigging and hoisting the main. The boat was now in a harbor. The water was rippling from a stiff breeze. I warned the crew that once I set the main the boat would heel pretty good in this wind. We made our way to the entrance of the harbor. I thought about the seas outside of the protected waters and worried about getting seasick. Sure enough, as we cleared the jetties, the waves were steep and menacing.

Then I woke up. I looked at the alarm clock. It was 4:58am. The alarm was going to go off for Mrs around 5am. I don't know why. She just hits snooze for an hour or so. 2 minutes later, it went off. Predictably, Mrs hit snooze rolling on her side to do so. I rolled over to spoon with her. My cock naturally found the cleft between her cheeks. I thought to myself "Wait a minute?! That feels a lot like skin to skin!!" In deed Mrs had opted to go aux natural. She was wrapped like a mummy in the comforter when I went to bed so I didn't notice.

My hand found her breast when I draped it across her body. She turned toward me draping her leg over mine. I knew she would sleep for another hour, so I relaxed and enjoyed the body heat. After a few minutes, Mrs rolled over to her stomach. I was still on my side facing her. When she shifted her body, she moved her hand to her side between us. Almost immediately, her hand wrapped around my cock. You don't have to squeeze me twice. I slid up her body so that my mouth was at the nape of her neck. My balls now rested in her hands. She tickled the underside causing me to press myself against her uncontrollably. Quickly, she flipped over to face me and pressed my face to her nipple. I slid my hand to her thighs. She lifted her leg so I could slide my fingers into her pussy. Clearly, she wanted this. Her pussy was soaked. That wasn't what she wanted though. She pulled me on top of her. My cock slid easily in her pussy. She wrapped her arms around me forcing me to press my entire body against her as my cock slid home. We held each other in the dark feeling our body heat, the throbbing between our legs, our breath on each others neck. I began to rock my hips sliding my cock back and forth a tiny amount. She slid her legs around my hips and used her thighs to guide my motion. Slowly, almost lazily, we fell into a natural rhythm. There was no urgency. Our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs. She buried her head against my neck. I could feel her body tense. Her pussy squeezed my cock. Our orgasms washed over us like a warm wave in the tropics.

I'm not sure if I even felt Mrs pull away. I drifted back off to a deep.. DEEP sleep for another hour and a half.