The Dare

It took a while but I finally a) remembered to do it and b) had opportunity to do it (read actually have sex)

Mrs and I were sitting on the couch watching lost. She wore this little red silk teddy I bought her for some thing/holiday/birthday/valentine or another. I like it because it usually means she's horny and it barely covers her ass... easy access. Her head was on my shoulder. My hand found it's way to her ass. I honestly don't remember what happened, there was SO much last night, but Mrs sat up and shouted (at the TV) "OH FUCK!!!" then slouched back when it jumped to commercial. My hand went to her thigh. She said "Daddy I'm TOO DRAINED!! I can't take it" meaning the TV. I said "Well let me play with your Luuuuv tunnel and see if I can make it better".... riotous laughing from her. me: "Come on.. I want to play with the LOOOOVE TUNNELL!!!" her more laughing "Don't call it THAT!!"... me: "LOOOOVE TUUUNEL EL EL EL el el el"... evidently the echo sound implying her pussy is cavernous is a mood quasher... though not my intent.

So I dove headfirst between her thighs eliciting squeals and screams.. I have to wonder what the neighbors thinks as Mrs screams quite frequently.. when she's pantsed... I tickle her feet... sneak up and press my face against the glass shower door saying "dduuuuuuUUUUUuuhhhhh". It's a wonder the cops have never shown up. Anyway, I dove between her thighs. She clamped them shut. So what could I do? I started nibbling... really it was more like biting, but with my lips covering my teeth. She went into hysterics. Evidently this is incredibly ticklish.

The commercial ended and I abruptly sat up leaving her in a general state of dishevelment. She was still giggling at "love tunnel". Another commercial.. I said "Or you could play with my LOVE MUSCLE!!" More hysterics... more thigh diving and faux nibbling... more screaming.. commercial ended... sat up again leaving her splayed on the couch.

At the next commercial I pushed her back. The straps on her nightie fell leaving her barely covered. I couldn't let it go like that. I nuzzled my way to her neck.. then slowly ran my mouth down from her neck to the top of the fabric. My chin brushed the nightie down; my whiskers tickling her nipples while my mouth passed. I felt the heat of her pussy press against me when my mouth finally surrounded her nipple. I licked and teased until it was standing tall. The commercial ended. Again I sat up to watch more of the episode.

Next commercial, I pushed her back again. This time I slid down her body lifting the hem of the nightie. My tongue quickly found her pussy. I let my tongue flirt around her clit.. She pressed her hip up to meet my tongue. I could hear her breath quicken. I began to stroke her clit with my tongue. Her legs started to shake, her back arched... the commercial ended. I hopped up to the couch to watch more of the show.

Honestly, the rest is kind of a blur. The show ended. We ran to the bedroom. I dove between her legs finishing what I started (in record time I might add). After making her cum with my tongue she pulled me up for a proper fucking. But I did work in both "Love Muscle" and "Love Tunnel" :)

HNT - Countree Livin'

This is what happens when I get bored in the woods...

Truth or Dare #4 - Results and Stuff

Truth or Dare time!! This week the format was a little different. I posted both of the ToDs Monday since I was out of town. A few people have already played. Here are mine:

Truth:

Tell us about the farthest you've ever travelled for sex? And why?

Hmm... I guess that would be to Memphis for me. It's about 15 hours by drive. Though I flew. We were going under the guise of doing the "blues festival thing". Let me back up. This was a woman I met through work. We were contracting her company to do some stuff. She was from Ohio. Me... the WAY east coast. I went to an unrelated conference. She was there. Her company invited me to dinner with a bunch of other clients. We talked. We drank. We ended up back in my room. I walked her to her hotel at about 5am. Had an interview with a prospective employer (fell asleep during the horribly boring compensation matrix explanation.. didn't get the job.. hmph!). Anyway, we met at the beach a couple of times. She flew all over the place for her job and gave me enough frequent flyer miles to meet her in memphis. We went to the festival.. some...

Dare:

During sex, you must use either the term "Love Muscle" or "Love Tunnel" depending on gender and context.

*Cringing*... I can't believe I forgot this one. It's not that I wouldn't do it. It's just... well... the little head takes over when it's time for some nookie and I flat out forgot. I WILL do this though. I'll just have to be late. BAD HOST!! BAD HOST!!

Be sure to come back next week. I have some good ideas.



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Thanks for all the comments yesterday. I've survived tight times before. I just hate to think of another XX years going by where I'm too tight and am not making headway on retirement, savings, debt etc. I have 2 really close friends who are in great financial shape. I asked them how they got there. The first said "My Father-in-law was a financial adviser his whole career. He would suggest things to me and I'd say 'I don't understand you... here are my accounts... remember it's your Daughter's future too' and we've been set ever since". My other friend went to a well known military school. The Alumni ALWAYS take care of each other. One of his classmates is an adviser and helps him for free. I don't have enough (I don't think) in my accounts to cover the expenses of an adviser (they usually require a minimum). I don't trust them either. My friends have personal ties to theirs. They won't push whatever deal their company is doing. I dunno I need to turn it over to someone who knows what they're doing.

I paid bills yesterday. After my "regular" bills, I have about $100 left. I need to pay a couple of "periodic" bills.. i.e. bills that aren't monthly but pop up every so often. I just HATE being this tight.

Different Kind of TMI

Sorry.. skipping TMI Tuesday today. I woke up in a serious phfunk today so this post may be a little... down...

I spent the weekend in my hometown visiting with my Grandfather. It was nice. I know his health is starting to decline, but he is much stronger than I expected. He stumbles with names a bit. But aside from that, he's as sharp as ever. His outlook on life is amazing. At one point the two of us sat outside while everyone else was off doing something. He started telling me about his ailments and what they mean for his longevity. He was a Dr. so his descriptions were very clinical and geared towards what I should or shouldn't do as I get older. Then he said "I just wanted to have a talk with you without anyone else around to hear it.. just some things you should hear".

I took him up to my Dad's place while I picked up a gun I'm going to use in a different type of competition from what I usually do. While locking the gate as we were leaving, I had a "shit my pants I'm gonna need a minute" moment when I put my foot down about 2 inches from the head of a copperhead snake. I realized what it was as my foot touched down. I'm sure I looked like an idiot when I started hopping around on my other foot trying to get away from it shouting "MOTHERFUCKER SONOFABITCH!!!"

My Mom came up that afternoon. We went to a little festival they were having in the downtown area later that day. The festival was a bit... sparse. There were a few tents set up along the main road. A lady was doing portraits in pencil. Mrs had C sit for a profile. It turned out REALLY awesome. I hope she gets it framed before it gets messed up.

We went out on the lake the Sunday. It was a pretty nice little trip. There is a waterfall we used to go to when I was a kid. Now they've developed all around it. But people still go there anyway. The last time I went, there might've been 3 or 4 other boats. There were probably 40 boats in there if there was one. C climbed to the top of the waterfall.

We got home late yesterday afternoon. Almost as soon as we walked in the door my mood started spiraling downward. I realize this one is all me and not so much an imbalance. I woke up this morning almost in full on despair. I realized, my life is SO not where I wanted it to be at this point. When I left college I decided I wanted to be financially set when I was 45. I've worked hard. Made some wise choices and climbed the salary ladder at work. I started saving as soon as I was eligible and pressed hard to put money aside. What do I have to show for it? Zip... nada. I realized this morning I don't have the proverbial pot to piss in. C is about to go back to daycare for the summer and I haven't a clue as to how to pay for it. I realized, while refinancing my house earlier in the year was the right move, ultimately it has taken me the wrong way on a day to day basis. I got rid of the higher interest 2nd and rolled in Mrs' student loan. Lowered the interest rate. Put things in escrow that weren't before. But now I'm scraping. And my savings (401k) has dwindled to almost nothing. Even though I put money aside aggressively, my investments have all tanked. For years my company used this ridiculous fund manager who tried to do funds of funds. During the dot.com boom when everyone else was seeing 20-30% gains, we LOST money. At this point in my life, I expected to have a 0 at the end of the amount I have set aside.

What has really sent me into the spiral, is this feeling that every choice I make is the wrong one and it's sending my family into bankruptcy. I tried to make something happen with the other business, and that went horribly wrong. I was fortunate to get my job back here. My only consolation is that other people have had similar experience. I don't feel like quite as much of a failure.

I knew things were going to be tough when C was in daycare. I buckled down and tried to be as frugal as possible. But the fact is, no matter how frugal I tried to be, I watched my expenses exceed my income. My credit card debt has crept up over time. I'm not talking 10's of thousands. But it is the most I've ever had. And here I am trying to figure out how to knock it down, recover my savings, pay for summer care, and oh yeah, have a little bit of fun shooting. I just can't see it.

I guess the real catalyst for the spiral was thinking of how relaxed my Grandfather is. I remember the day he and my Grandmother moved into that house. It is the house he planned to retire and die in. My Grandmother died about 15 years ago. He remarried just a couple of years later. My step-Grandmother has made the house her own (as she should) so it's not the house I remember. But it's nice. Relaxing. I thought about my house and realize it is not the house I will retire in. But I could make some changes to make it more relaxing and enjoyable and not just a roof over my head. Then I started adding up the dollars in my head. I thought "I could plant some trees here and shrubs there... $200 for baby trees and shrubs... where the hell am I getting $200?"

Ugggh.... I have to SNAP out of this. Sorry for being so blah today...

Truth or Dare # 4

I'm actually out of town so I'm changing the rules slightly. I'm gonna go ahead and post the Truth and the Dare here now. We'll resume with the regularly scheduled rules next week.

And on that note... IT'S THAT TIIIIIME AGAIN... TIME TO BEAR IT OR WEAR IT... SPEAK IT OR SANEAK IT!! TROOOOOTH OORRRR ddDAAAAAAAaaaaaarrreeeee!!!

Truth:

Tell us about the farthest you've ever travelled for sex? And why?

Dare:

During sex, you must use either the term "Love Muscle" or "Love Tunnel" depending on gender and context.

I guess since we're off the path on this one and they aren't a secret, post away as you please.

The Price of Getting Laid... or not as the case may be

We're heading out of town for the holiday weekend. I have mixed emotions about the trip. We're going to see my Grandfather. On one hand, it should be a relaxing weekend. He's getting up in age but they still like to do fun stuff. We're planning to take the boat out and cruise around the lake some. I think it'll be too cold to swim still. But it should be fun nonetheless. The downside to the trip is, my Grandfather's health is starting to fail. It shouldn't be a surprise to me because he's had congestive heart failure for something like 15 years now. I know he came to my town to see a specialist back when I was still married to the Ex-Mrs if that tells you how long he's had heart troubles. He's still ticking strong. Except, he's starting to lose it a little bit mentally. I talked to him the other night on the phone. Speaking with him is like verbal boxing. The phone is used for precise, concise, information exchange. Period. So I feel like "Hello" jab jab... "Hullooo grandson" left hook... "we're thinking about coming up in a couple of weeks" overhand right... "we'd love to have ya" uppercut... "we were thinking about memorial day weekend" left hook "let me hand you to Gran" clinch... discuss with her the details.. back to him "ok we'll see you and good talking to ya" overhand right.... knockout... When I talked to him the other night, while waiting for my step-grandmom (is there such a thing... his wife.. not my grandmother who passed) to work out the details, I tried to make idle chit-chat. Told him about C and how she's reading complex words by herself and how bored she's going to be in first grade. He said "Ya know my Grandson Pluff had to take all these tests to get in kindergarden"... I was thinking "I'M your grandson Pluff" but I didn't correct him. He looked right at my Mom when we went to dinner a while back and said "You know my daughter XX...." I think he catches himself and realizes his mistake. But for that brief instance he's confused. Something I've NEVER seen. So it's kinda sad.

I went to lunch with Sandy yesterday. We probably talked about 5 times on the phone too. I just don't get her sometimes. I didn't remember telling her this, but at lunch she brought up the fact that Mrs didn't know she went on the trip with us. It's not that I'm hiding anything from Mrs. I just... left out Sandy when talking about the trip. After the huge meltdown we had about a year ago over her and another match, I just think she's happier being ignorant. Quick recap, a year ago I was considering a match near my Mom's house. Sandy was interested too. I offered we could probably stay at my Mom's for free. She would take the guest room and I'd sleep in the basement. The guest room is across from my Mom's. Mrs freaked out and it caused a major fight. Almost to the point where I was ready to leave. Anyway, as it relates to this trip, I told her if it comes up, I'll say "yeah she was there". But until then... just not gonna mention it. Anyway, at lunch she said "I can't believe you didn't tell your wife I went". I think I said "well... it's just simpler if she's unaware of some things". I thought I had told her about the fight and the context. I guess I hadn't. So now she knows.

Then later, I shot her a text telling her she should come by karate and watch to see if she is interested or not. She's the type who will talk about getting in shape, but has a gazillion excuses. I've been after her to check out the dojo for a while. She called while I was on the way there (she wasn't coming). Out of the blue she told me a story about a conversation she had with her Ex-BF. This guy has been trying to get back with her since they split up last year. He's pulled some really bold shit too. I.e. when he came to town to pick up some stuff, she was on a cruise with her now BF. The ex had left his motorcycle at her house etc. She told him to PLEASE get it out. He still had a key from when they were dating. What does the jackass do? Made himself at home. Stayed there for a couple of days. She and her current BF came back from the cruise, walked into her house and saw his shit everywhere. Fortunately, he was out at the time. Personally, I think she should've thrown his shit in the yard. BUT... she packed it all up and set it in the living room. She called him and told him they would be going to dinner at X time and to please have his stuff gone before they came back. The current BF was pretty furious. Can you blame him?

Anyway, back to the conversation she had with the Ex. The Ex BF has been calling her several times a day. She's ignoring him most of the time... or at least so she says. A lot of the guys have been trying to help keep her in the sport. We've fixed things when they're broken. Got her set up to make her own ammo. Almost every step of the way, no matter what we've helped her do, this guy has been saying "No that's fucked up". At the match, Sandy had a freak thing happen. Well.. I say it's a freak thing. It happens to everyone in the sport eventually. But it doesn't happen often. She had what's called a "case separation". Essentially a case has a weak spot and when the gun fires the case comes apart... violently. Without going into great detail about the inner workings of a gun, it's scary, but not deadly. The worst that will happen is parts of the case may come out and hit you in the face. The worst I have ever seen was a guy had a couple of tiny pieces of brass draw a little blood. Usually, it produces a pretty massive fireball and the shock stings your hand pretty good. With guys, everyone gets a good laugh at the "shitting pants now look" most shooters get and then we move on. As it was Sandy's first, it freaked her out understandably. But it didn't cause any damage other than her almost loosing control of her bowels. We took her aside and made sure the gun was ok. She shot a few rounds and finished the match (actually winning her class.. though there were only 2 shooters).

When she relayed the story to the ex-BF he started in. "That's fucked up. How much powder are you running... that's WAY too hot. The books call for XX". None of which is true. She told me this and at first, it kind of annoyed me. She was terrified she did something wrong. We have tried and tried to explain to her it just sometimes happens. You get a weak case. Reload it... it happens. She didn't do anything wrong. Now there's this asshole telling her she's doing something wrong. The more I thought about it.. the more it pissed me off. Just because this asshole has his own agenda, he's undermining her confidence.

I got to karate and realized, like an idiot, there was a seminar that a) I really wanted to attend and b) it started an hour earlier. So I called her back and told her "The more I think about what he's said the more it pisses me off. YOU were there when we worked up your load. There were THREE seasoned loading veterans there helping you. YOU have checked the load through the chronograph as well as the match checks (they always test your ammo to make sure you aren't cheating with wimp loads). You KNOW your ammo is good. FUCK HIM". To which she said "Then I guess when I fly up there next week I shouldn't go to dinner with him".

I was stunned. Did she really just say what I thought she said? I asked "What did you just say?" She said her company is flying her to NJ (where he lives) for a meeting next week. I said "You're gonna hook up with him aren't you? You're gonna go up there, have dinner with him, and for old times sake head back to his apartment aren't you?" Said said "No no!!" Why in the hell would someone throw something like that out?

Later, she called me again. She was looking on the internet for supplies now that she doesn't trust the stuff she has. I went up to the office and put her on speaker so I could talk to her while looking at the sites she was pulling up. I was giving her a hard time about something when she said... on speaker.. "Well I still can't believe you didn't tell your wife I went". I froze. Said "hang on a sec" and took her off speaker. I picked up the phone and said "I think you should go with the stuff from XX... and btw, you were on speaker". She said "Yeah that sounds good. I'll talk to you later" and we hung up.

Fortunately, Mrs was downstairs and couldn't hear over the TV. But SHIT what the hell is she thinking? Anyway, I have to say I'm a little miffed about now. I don't get why she would throw that conversation with the Ex out, THEN say "will I guess I shouldn't have dinner with him". What kind of fucking mind game is she playing?

I think I'm going to lay low and not call her for a while. This kind of aggravation and I'm not even getting any is just too much. I don't mind being just friends. But when I've tried to back off SHE ratchets it back up saying things like "Well whenever are we going to share a room at a match". I know she's a tease. But this is downright mean. And dangerous because shooters aren't the type to sit idly back. When you start in about Ex-BFs undermining her, we'll say something and it could get ugly.

HNT - Fingers

When I was a kid I was a finger sucker. After a large amount of bribery I finally gave it up and picked up an even worse habit. Nail biting. I know. It's gross. My nails look like shit. But I'm a man so I haven't really cared. But recently I decided I was going to quit. So today's HNT is in honor.

Truth or Dare #3 - Results

Once again it's time for your host to reveal all... Here we go:

Truth: Have you ever had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour time period (not at the same time so we're not talking about threesomes/orgies/whatever)? If so, how long ago? What prompted it?

Hmmm... it's possible I was with HF and Mrs within a 24 hour timeframe. But I honestly didn't pay that much attention. So I have to reach WAY back to my college days. I was dating this girl who was just plain bad news. Shannon. She was a klepto, pathological liar, DJ at a local radio station. Anyway I was evidently number 2 on her list (even though I thought I was number 1). I was coming to this realization about the time this happened. I was in summer school and had a dorm room to myself in a coed dorm. Shannon lived about 45 minutes away with her parents. My first class wasn't until 6pm. Her first class was around 11ish. While she lived at home, her parents expected her home for dinner every night. We didn't really see each other after school except for "dates" once or twice a week. Everyday, she would get out of class, come to my room, and wake me up to have sex. Then she'd go to work or home.

Earlier in the previous year, I had met the ex-Mrs. We never exactly dated or anything, though we kinda flirted with it. According to her, I was the reason she flunked out of school. There was one Saturday where she came over to my room and we spent the whole day doing some serious petting. I remember I really tried and tried. I had my finger in her pussy several times. She never once touched my cock. I had the worst case of blue balls ever. But it was just the one time and we never really did much else after. She and I had kept in touch and she still came up to the college town to visit every so often. I got a call from her early in the week telling me she was coming up to visit and wanted to see me.

I honestly can't remember what day/night of the week this all happened. I think it may have started on a thursday night. It would make sense because most classes were out on Friday making Thurs night the night everybody partied. There was a girl I knew through a friend of a friend, Amy. I ran into her early Thurs and she invited me to go along to a "party". What I didn't know at the time, was all of her friends were D&D playing geeks (not that there's anything wrong with that) and "party" meant drink wine coolers and play D&D all night. But I didn't have anything better to do. So I went.

The "party" ended up being about 6 people. We played D&D for several hours.. until around 3amish. I'm a little fuzzy on the logistics of it all. I think the hosts just went to bed leaving me and Amy in the living room. Before long we were making out, then the next thing I knew we were fucking on the living room floor. It was NOT very good either. She was a blank starer. Freaked me out.

I staggered home shortly after. Then around noon there was the knock on the door of my GF for her nooner. I do remember we fucked long and hard. My dorm room was actually a suite. My suitemate was a Brazillian who finally decided to get his degree. He was trying to do it in just a couple of years so he was taking an insane number of hours for summer school and was on the verge of burning out. After Shannon left, he poked his head in the bathroom and said "Daaammnn... I can't take eet. I chavent' been lhaid in a chyear... Ju guys wen at eet for so loong. I yus wan a blow yob!!"

I showered, ate, went to work. The usual. Later in the afternoon I was sitting in my room debating where I was going to go for the night. My phone rang. It was the ex-Mrs. I had forgotten she was coming up. I told her to come on up to my room. When I opened the door, to my surprise, she rushed in and kissed me. It was kinda surprising because we really had just talked on the phone every once and a while. She did send me a few letters but it was always mundane stuff. Job, family, blah blah blah. But who am I to argue with a girl throwing herself at me.

I think we cooled things down just a bit and chatted.. got caught up on things. During the conversation we moved to the bed. Before long clothes were coming off. The next thing I knew I was sliding my cock in. After she told me I was her first (though I heard conflicting info later).

Dare: You must "pants" your lover/spouse/significant other. Definition: pants - to sneak up behind someone and yank their pants down. Let's not go out and get arrested on this one by pantsing someone you don't know or minors etc. etc. Pictures or description of said pantsing will be sufficient.

This one should've been easy for me because a) Mrs likes the flowing skirts with loose waistbands and b) I kinda do it a lot anyway. But it ended up being harder than I thought. First, I was so tired from the trip Monday night I passed out on the couch. Mrs woke me up long enough for some "welcome back" sex. But then I passed out again. Which left yesterday. I was getting ready for karate when Mrs got home. She was in the kitchen getting dinner ready for C and herself. I thought "here's my chance", then realized she wore a different skirt. One with a belt. So I improvised. I snuck up behind her, yanked the skirt UP and snatched her panties down. She giggled, the started yelling "OW! OW! OW!!!" I looked at her like "WTF?!" She giggled again and said "I was expecting you to spank me... I was preparing!" HAHA!!

After karate she was walking around in PJs. I changed into my fav shorts (very vulnerable to a pantsing myself). We passed each other in the kitchen and both went for the pants like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt in Mr & Mrs Smith when they went for the guns at the end of their fight scene. It was a stalemate. Later, she was putting up clothes in the closet. I snuck up to the partially opened door, snaked my hand around while I tried to stay out of sight behind the door and yanked on her PJs. I got them about 1/2 down.

FEEL LIKE JACK-SON MISSI-SSIPPI!! - and TMI too

Ugh what a long trip. I picked up Sandy Thurs after work and we headed out. Drove to mid-state city and picked up John and his son. We drove for about 5 hours and stopped somewhere in Alabama for the night. We ended up getting a "suite". Sandy took 1 room, the boys another. Nothing juicy.

The next day we were down at breakfast. Sandy was on the phone most of the time with bf. I excused myself to grab my gear and load up the truck. When we met back up, there was a "new" plan. Evidently the bf flew the redeye from some place he was working and was driving 4 hours to meet up with us. This really irked me. Not so much because they were meeting up. I mean, really I have my place and it's not even at the table so to speak. I'm lustful. She's a tease. That's my place. But what irks me the most is her line of BS. I sent my application off for this match not long after the NC fiasco. She had pretty much pissed me off with the whole "yeah we can get a room... then completely back out the night before to fly somewhere with the bf thing". When I sent my app off for this one, I didn't say anything about it to her. We had talked about it before. But I decided she could go or not and it's not going to affect me one way or the other. SHE opted to send her app in. Then she went on to make a point of telling me about a conversation she had with bf about it. Something to the effect of him: "I don't really like that match".. her: "ok.. but you're not invited".. him: "some indignant response". At least this is what she tells me. Then in the end he shows up for a booty call anyway. I said it with Taylor, and I'll say it about Sandy, I hate hate HATE mind games. I don't CARE if they are hooking up. They SHOULD be hooking up. These trips are one of the few times they can. Hell I'm MARRIED and having sex with Mrs. Sandy and I aren't even doing anything anyway. So why does she have to BS me? Does she think I won't want to hang out with her?

Anyway, he only stayed 1 night (booty call). The next day we started the match. I started STA-RONG. Then things went downhill. I had an equipment problem that really hosed me on one stage. In fact, it cost me 1st place in my class. I went into the next one all keyed up from the previous fuck up and had another fuck up. John said he had pictures and I was clearly jacked up on adrenaline and most likely caused the 2nd malfunction just from gripping the gun like I was trying to squeeze the life out of it. I went into the 4th stage pretty bummed about the whole deal watching any chance of placing go out the window. Had another minor problem on that one. By the time I made it to the 5th (out of 10), I had pretty much given up. Let me rephrase, I had given up on winning anything. So I just said "fuck it, let's just have some fun and learn something". And that seemed to make the difference. I ran the next 5 and placed either 1st or 2nd in my class on all of them. It was enough to squeak me into 3rd place of 22 in my class. My first time ever bringing home a trophy (and a little check) for one of these.

That night we went to dinner. There is a guy, Randy, who we see at a lot of these matches. I got to know him a little bit back in November. The best way to describe Randy is... NUT... CASE! I think I generally have a quit wit and often times keep my friends laughing. But this guy puts me to shame. I have never laughed so hard in my life. He rode to dinner with a couple of guys who evidently put the fear of God in him with their driving. He refused to ride back with them. So we gave him a ride. My truck was actually pretty full, so Sandy hopped in my lap (I had handed off the keys to John) for the ride. Randy sat behind me. The whole trip back he was telling the story of getting kicked out of a strip club for getting a little handsy with the dancers... as he was sitting behind me.. he demonstrated... ON ME... with Sandy in my lap. He said (in backwoods Alabama accent) "I jest leaned into her and gave her the hawt breth on the neck" leaning up to me saying "haaaaaahhh oh Tom" (he thought my name was Tom and we never corrected him). I was squeezing Sandy for all I was worth alternately cringing and crying (from laughing).

John needed to hit a pharmacy for some sinus medicine. Randy said "I need me sum beer" and jumped out of the truck leaving me and Sandy alone. I wish I could say something good happened but it didn't. Not 1 minute after they got out, Randy came skipping out of the store (yes.. skipping). He stopped... looked at my truck... and launched at it climbing up on the hood doing his best stripper crawl shouting "Oh TOOOM!!!" and clawing at me through the window (also leaving me a dent in the hood damnit!!). Then he jumped back in the back seat and started molesting me again "TOOM I missed you!!" stroking my ears breathing on my neck again. I just tried to curl into my happy place. Finally, and none too soon, John came out and we went back to the hotel. We pretty much crashed after that. No idea what happened to Randy. We lost him somewhere in the lobby.

We actually only shot the first 8 stages on Sat. The last two for us were on Sunday. We stuck around for the awards because there was a good chance we all would place. Plus they had a prize table with some really good stuff on it. Everyone was guaranteed something in a random drawing but you had to be there to get it. We didn't get on the road until almost 3pm Miss. time. 12 hours later after dropping off John and his son in mid-state city I dropped Sandy off at her car. I finally crawled into bed around 4ish.

During the trip between mid-state city and ours, in between napping, Sandy talked to me about another match coming up in Sept. It is far far away from her BF but not so much us. She started talking about going up for it and getting a room. I'm so confused. She implied together, but I can never tell with her. I'll stick to my same game plan. I'm going. She can go or not. Room with me or not. Don't care. I have a much less stressful time that way.

And that was my trip. Now onto TEEE EEEEM IIII TOOOSDAY!!!

1. How many credit cards do you own? Are they paid off?

Ugh.. I used to only have a debit card. Then I got a CC for work trips. I had it safely locked away. Then when we moved into the new house and C was in the horribly expensive school it started getting use and now has a balance. I am vigorously paying it off, but it did build up over a couple of years so it's going to take me a bit to get it down. Mrs also got us Amex to use to get points. We were going to use the points for our trip to Cali to see my sister (we did). I used it to go to Miss. so there's a balance on it right now.

2. Can you be in love with someone you don't trust?

Read above. The heart wants what it wants. I don't think you can control who you fall for even if there is no logical reason to be in love with them.

3. Should prostitution be legal?

Hell yeah!!

4. On a scale of 1-10, how good of a lover do you think you are? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)

Oh geez... I guess a 5 or 6.

5. What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them?

1. Lie to me
2. Talk on the cell phone at dinner or worse, talk on the phone several times over the course of the date. You're with me, not the people on the other end of the phone. Work and urgent issues will trump that of course. But chatting with your BFF while you're out with me.. not so much.
3. Get political. I'm dating you, not your party.


Bonus (as in optional): Tell us about your worst date ever.

Ironically it was my first date with Mrs. We met for dinner at a quaint/nice little restaurant. During dinner I got paged for work (see number 2 above). At the time, I supported literally life and death systems. We had just reorged the department and I was the only person on that team. So I was on-call 24/7/365. I had to take it. Rather than talk in front of her, I excused myself and went outside. The person who paged me is.. well.. dumber than a box of bricks... no nice way to put it. So the conversation took about 15 minutes to have with her. I came back apologizing profusely. The rest of dinner was kinda nice.

Then we went to a movie. I drove us from the restaurant (since we met there). We chose "The Haunting". The movie was ok. We got to the scene where the "guests" were meeting for the first time. Catherine Zeta Jones was introducing herself to Eleanore Vance and there was some strong... girl on girl vibes going. I said "aaaAAWW yeah" and make the bwow chicka bwow bwow sound. But it was more like the chawcka chwacka sound at the beginning of Voodoo Chile (Jimi Hendrix). Mrs looked at me, then turned in her seat so that her back was to me. She sat that way through the entire movie.

After, I drove her back to her car thinking "well this was just fucking great". I pulled up next to it and we started to make the awkward "date is over and we won't do it again but we're polite" chit chat. She said "interesting movie". I said "yeah.. and Catherine Zeta chawka chwaka (making the sound again)". She said "Ok... what the hell is that". I said "What?".. she replied "That noise you're making". I thought the question was pretty ridiculous... I answered in that "duh" kind of way "You know.. 70's porn music". She laughed and said "You are SO off the hook". I replied "Off the hook?! I didn't know I was on one". Still laughing.. she said "I thought you were making gross SEX noises!!" We both laughed. If only she knew. Hell sex noises are a daily staple in the pluff household! She started to get out of the car. I remembered about road construction going on. I lived on an Island with 3 bridges to get on or off. The main bridge was undergoing construction. We happened to park right between that bridge and another. So it was really 50/50 which way she could've gone. So I said "Oh.. btw, they are working on the XX bridge". She said "Oh so what you're saying I have to stay with you?" But she said it like she was serious. I gave an exasperated sigh and said "Jesus you're a pain in the ass. No I was TRYING to tell you you may need to take the YY bridge. Turn right instead of left. See you later" and pulled away.

She called me a couple of days later apologizing and asking for a second chance. The rest, as they say, is history.

Truth or Dare #3

Hulloooo evahbody! Sorry for the late post. I got in just before 4am this morning so I'm a little... draggy today.. But having said that, for those interested:

Truth or Dare?

(warning... today's dare will require another consenting adult you will probably see naked)

*announcer voice* for rules and conditions see Truth or Dare Rules

HNT - THA - REEE Years Strong!

Happy Anniversary to OS and HNT!!





















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Yesterday's Truth or Dare was a hoot. Lot's of good answers from everybody! I had every intention of catching up on commenting last night but I got swamped packing for my trip *hanging head low*. Be sure to tune back in Monday and we'll play again! I have some evil ideas for this one as well as some good suggestions... mwuaahahahaaa!!!

Truth or Dare #2 - Results

AAAALLLLRIGHTY then!! We came... (huh huh).. we played... we kicked IT'S ASS!!! Truth or Dare #2 result time!

As the host I opted to do both the "Truth" and the "Dare". These were pretty easy too. I haven't really gotten to out there... yet. Here goes:

Truth:

What is one thing you want your lover to do? It can be something a) he/she won't do b) hasn't ever done or c) used to do but hasn't in a while. And yes, we're talking about sex here, not doing the dishes or mowing the grass.. or doing the dishes and/or mowing the grass as foreplay... you get the idea.

Let's start with the pinnacle... bring a friend... duh (can I duh myself?). Ok more realistically. Let me go down on her more. It's my fav thing to do and for whatever reason I guess either I don't do it right or she'd just rather have my cock. It's a real turn on for me though.

Dare:

Spend the day without underwear.


This is me at work... sans drawers... or as we say in the south "Draws"















Come back Monday and play again!! I'm heading out of town Thurs. I'll be back in time for the T&D start, but I'm not so sure I'll be in the right... frame of mind so to speak. I have some ideas, but I'll take some suggestions too. Drop me a line if ya want.

TMI Tuesday One Three FO and other

Here we go with TMI Tuesday

1. Is there a TV show you HAVE to watch? If so, what is it?

HAVE to is such a strong way to put it. I love Lost and I really like.. *cringing because I'm such a geek*... Battlestar Gallactica. I'm a little grumpy when I miss them but that's what the on-line streaming vids are for. Though, for some reason Lost hasn't been working for me online.

2. What is you favorite drink if you are going to drink more than one?

Beer. Whenever I hit the "grown up drinks" I love a good dirty martini.

3. How long do you carry guilt around with you?

Does it ever really go away? I mean seriously, haven't you ever thought about things you've done at the weirdest times?

4. Where is or would be your number one romantic get away spot?

Pick any tropical paradise from any travel magazine.

5. Have you ever seen a counselor?

Yup.

Bonus (as in optional): Last summer the Archives of Sexual Behavior the 237 reasons people have sex and the Top 50 Reasons Men and Women Have Sex. What are your top 5 reasons?

1. Feels good.
2. Feels good.
3. Feels good...
4. Feels GREAT!
5. ya see where this is going?

Is there any other reason? Love? Ok sure. Lust... tied to 1-5.




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NOTE FOR TRUTH OR DARE PLAYERS:

What does one do with said Truth or Dare challenge? Why post about it on yer blog. For Dare's I'm leaving it up to you as to your method of proof. Some are kinda obvious. Other's (like this week) I could see "proof" in the form of pictures, story, third party confirmation. You could even come show me (ok so that one is only open to the female of the species). Be creative!

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Last night was the anniversary in Pluff Land. I have to say it was my idea of a perfect celebration. I picked up some roses on the way home. Mrs cooked a special dinner. C made little place cards and "menus". It was really cute. We put on some music. Few candles.

After dinner John Mayer's Daughters started playing. I picked C up and danced with her like I used to do when she was a tiny little baby. My back quit spasming an hour later (she's so freakin big!) haha!

Mrs and I had a little couch sex after C went to bed. That was pretty much it. Nice. Quiet. Perfect.

Truth or Dare #2

Yeah baby! A game so nice we're playin it TWICE! Truth or Dare. time. How do you play? Shoot me an e-mail with your preference... Truth... or Dare. Please keep the question secret so everyone gets a chance to roll the dice and make their own choice. Then Wed post your results on your blog. Ready? Cool...

Truth or Dare?

Amendment: Keep in mind, the idea is that you don't know what the Truth or Dare will be. So you must make a choice. However, if you wish, you can do both. But if you request both you MUST do them and not pick and choose.

Mudders Day and Uther Stuff

My ex-Mrs lived in my city for a few years after we split up. As part of our divorce I owed her a little bit of money. Our agreement provided for me to pay it over the course of 5 years which I did very dilligently for 3 years or so. After I remarried, I ended up with a huge tax return one year. I decided to go ahead and finish paying her to close that chapter of my life. This was the year I remarried and we had C. I went over to the ex's apartment and gave her the cash. We chatted for a little bit. I told her I had remarried and had a baby. She wanted to see pictures so I sat down with her and showed her some. Then she told me she was moving to Wyoming. A huge part of me was relieved. At that time, we lived in the same part of town. I had been lucky enough to not run into her. But it was always in the back of my mind whenever we went out to the wally world etc.

A few years later, Mrs and I were building the house we live in now. We were just a couple of weeks from closing when I got a message from the ex-Mrs. She told me her Dad had died and she was going through her parents house so her Mom could sell it and move closer to her. She found a few things that belonged to me. Mostly it was a bunch of pictures, but there were a lot of me and my Grandmother who passed while the ex and I were married. Important enough that I wanted them. Then she told me she had actually moved back and had gotten married herself. I told her I was happy for her. We talked about meeting for coffee and I'd get the pictures from her then. I added "It's a good thing you got me because we're moving in just a couple of weeks". She asked where. I told her about my neighborhood. She replied with a nervous "Haha.. that's where my husband and I live". In my head I heard "SONOFA!!.." Outside I think I said "haha what a small world". Fortunately, our subdivision is subdivided into sections. She lives in one section and I live in another. I've been here 4 years now and I've run into her maybe 4 times. Mostly in passing. I heard from my sister of all people she had a baby a couple of years ago. One of the times I saw her she was pushing a stoller.

Saturday I went out of town for a 1 day shoot. Just a quick trip up and back for me. However, Mrs and the Mrs-in-Law planned to participate in a neighborhood wide yard sale (don't get me started on those.. I'm just glad I was gone). Mostly it was just knick knacks we were selling. But, C has outgrown a couple of those Little Tykes plastic playthings. One was a toddler jungle gymn and another was one of those little red cars. A woman was interested in the car. She and Mrs haggled and agreed on a price. The woman asked "Can you break a $100". Mrs wasn't prepared for anything that big and couldn't. The woman said "Ok, I have to run to my house, it's over in X (another part of our subdivision)" Then she left. A couple of hours later she returned. Mrs had set aside the car for her. She said "Well.. I changed my mind about the car, but how much for the playset?" She and Mrs discussed a price and agreed. Then she said "Well.. I dunno, I have to ask my husband" and she started to hem and haw (you see why I hate these things? I would've cleared leather by now and forced her off the lawn... just kidding... mostly). She said "Well let me think about it. Take my number down" she gave it to Mrs. Then she said "Oh.. my name is XXX (first name of my ex)". Then she left. Mrs has never met her or has she seen a lot of pictures so she wouldn't have known it was her. It didn't dawn on her it might be my ex until after she left.

A little while after the conversation Mrs had to take C to a birthday party. She put the stuff on tables in the garage. The playset never sold so she dragged it up to the porch. She and C went to the part and ran a few more errands. After she got back, a lady who bought a table we were selling knocked on the door to pick it up. She said "I couldn't remember which house was yours. I passed it a few times because I remembered the playset and it's gone now". Mrs hadn't even realized it, but the damned thing was missing from the front yard. Someone, while she was gone, loaded it into a truck and left with it... in broad daylight. No notes in the mailbox or shoved under the door. Nothing. Someone fucking stole it!

Mrs was telling me about the whole day when I got home including the part about the ex. I have to wonder if she took it? Is it simple coincidence? Had I known she was looking for one I would've just given it to her. They only agreed on $20 so it's not like we were getting a ton of money for it anyway. It's just the principle. I'm tempted to drive by and see if it's in their yard. How bizarre is that though?

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Gear change:

Mother's day today. I don't know what it is about me.. but sometimes I just feel like I am raging inside for no good reason. The day started off ok. C and I (translation I) cooked breakfast for Mrs. She told me earlier in the week she wanted to go to a festival being held today with C and the MIL. However, the MIL trumped that and pretty much set Mrs schedule for her. I have to say that kind of irked me a bit for a variety of reasons which will become apparent.

First, she wanted to go to a chain restaurant in the most populace part of our metropolitan area. That same area is also either number 2 or number 3 for murders this year. Not my favorite area to go. Second, she wanted to eat at 4:00pm because she will be in bed by 7. SEVEN people. It's not even dark now. Timing is a whole issue with her. She'll tell us to come over for dinner at say.. 1pm. Then she'll call at noon to ask if we're close to ready to come over. Of course we're not. So she'll call back and say they are going to go ahead and eat but she'll keep plates for us. I can't describe how much that pisses me off. Whenever she does that I want to tell Mrs "Fuck it if she can't respect us enough to wait until the time SHE chose then she doesn't need our presence".

Anyway, we got to the restaurant. I had held a glimmer of hope that because it was so early, there wouldn't be a wait (this place doesn't do reservations either). Of course, when we got there the line was out the door. The wait was over an hour.

I could've handled all of this... I was miffed... but handling it. But then she started talking. I just... don't... get... the MIL. Her sense of humor isn't funny to me. It's down right mean. For instance, the waitress came up to us after we sat down and went around taking our drink orders... the MIL said "Well... you could've taken the order an hour ago". The waitress had this look like "what the hell?!" Of course an hour ago we weren't even seated so the waitress couldn't have taken our order. She was right there the second we sat down. Then the MIL put her hand on her arm and said "I'm just kidding we were outside waiting in line". It doesn't sound like much. But this is the kind of stuff that goes on non-stop. Even with C. She will tease C. Mrs and I know she's teasing. But a little kid... sometimes not so much. And you should hear her with her semi-retarded sister. She picks on her like a 12 year old picking on a younger brother or sister.

I felt it build behind my eyes. I sensed it coming earlier in the day. It felt like an angry animal pacing behind my eyes. I recognize it as a down swing. The flip side of manic. I know the best thing to do is to shut up and say nothing. As the saying goes "If you have nothing good to say... keep your mouth shut". Almost as if she knew I'd blow up, the MIL started in on me. Across the table I saw her look at me, then with an evil grin on her face, lean down to C and whisper something. C looked over at me, then back to the book she was reading. I have no idea what the MIL said. I SO wanted to ask her. But I knew almost anything she said, even something nice, would set me off. It was the smile as she leaned down.

The dinner was uneventful. Forgettable too. My food was so-so at best. Not bad. Just really... forgettable is the best way to put it. Not worth the wait.

Long Weekend Ahead

We have a ton of stuff over the weekend. My dojo is doing a "thing" at the local semi-pro soccer game tonight. Since C just finished her soccer season I thought it'd be fun to go. They're doing the whole tent/pizza/party deal before the game. This is the first family thing the dojo has hosted that I've actually gone to. I think C should have a good time.

Tomorrow I head up to mid-state city for a match. It's just going to be me and Sandy traveling from the local gang. I have an opportunity to pick up another red-neck toy from my Dad's place in the mountains. I thought about heading up for the night after the match. But Sandy reminded me it is Mother's Day Sunday. Doh!

Which reminds me. I'm gonna brag on my kid for a second. The other night I gave C a bath. We were in her room afterwards. Like most kids her mouth is in constant motion. She was putting her clothes on and talking about school or something when she suddenly said "*gasp* Daddy... I almost forgot. I already have Mommy's Muzzer's Day present". I thought maybe she was talking about something they made at school. "Really? What is it". She said "It's a purse". Hmmm... "Where did you get a purse?" I asked. She replied "I found it". Ok at this point I was thinking she found some ratted out purse lying by the playground at school or worse, grabbed a teachers. I asked "You FOUND a purse? Where?". She said "At Target. Mommy and I were there the other day and I saw it. We need to go buy it so take me to the store ok?". Aaaahhh I get it now. She went on "She doesn't know I found it. So we hafta keep it a surprise ok?" How could I possibly deny her?

It gets better. I picked her up from school so we could go to Target. As we were walking in the door she was talking a mile a minute about the purse she saw for Mommy. She made a beeline for the display. There were 4 different types on sale. She grabbed this big black leather looks like you'd carry chaps, ball gags, restraints, coupla whips thing. Not exactly Mrs' style. I said "That's very nice. I'll hold this one and you look at the other shelves and see if you see one you like better". Luckily she found a butterfly covered one she liked better (much more in line with Mrs' taste). I wanted to make sure she was thorough so I held the butterfly purse too while she looked around more. Finally, she picked a cute little purse... kind of a deep red with subtle little hearts on it. She said "This one is the one I want to get her". I looked at the price tag... $15. I thought "Hmmm... not bad". We put the others back and grabbed a card and gift bag etc. When we got to the check out line I was giving C a hard time while the girl was ringing up the stuff. I said "Where's your wallet? How're you gonna pay for this?" I wasn't paying attention to what the girl was ringing up. When I got ready to pay she said "$15.98". I thought "Hmmm the purse was $15.94, the bag was $3ish, tissue $3ish, card $2ish.. No way it could be $15". So I said "That can't be right. The purse alone was $15ish". She said "No, the purse was on sale for $3.94". Shaking my head... my kid just learned about sales. Sigh... I have to say I was expecting to spend about $50 on "stuff" from C so I'm not gonna complain!

Changing gears... I am SO fucking sore today. And not in my muscles. From bruises. Well.. I don't really bruise. The most I ever get is a light purple/red mark. But deep down I feel it. Today it's all in my elbow. Wed night I sparred with the big boys. I have such mixed emotions about that class. It's the only time I'm actually a little bit apprehensive because I know someone somewhere is gonna hit me really hard. Two people smacked me on the back hard enough that I had to fight the urge to do that little "ow ow ow" dance. With each person I wasn't going to give them a 2nd chance. Every time they threw that kick I'd try to throw my elbow out so they were kicking the pointy part instead of my side/back. It slowed them down but my elbow ultimately payed. Last night like the dense individual I am I went to class rather than heal from the night before. Thurs nights are also spar night, but open instead of invite only. Things are a little slower and more relaxed. Except yet another guy was putting a little bit of heat on his kicks so I gave him the elbow again. Today, as I type I'm getting these weird little shooting nerve things into my hands while I type. "Oh... Oh... carpal tunnel... I need to go home!" Wonder if the boss would buy it?

HNT - Bed Head

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Spent an evening with Sandy. Not much to say. Got my ass kicked in karate. Ouch. Purdy much it. I know boring huh?

The first ever Truth or Dare was a hoot. Lots of great answers. Tune in Monday and we'll give her another whirl...

Someone somewhere.. ahem.. asked for something.. ahem again.. in comments. I dug through the archives and found a post I did a while back... I may have linked back to it recently... seems like I did.. ah senility.. Anyhoo there used to me a little thing called "cock blogging Wed". The name speaks for itself. I was sort of musing the various states of things.. anyway.. not that much ever is on this site, but this is most def NSFW. My Cock... a Study.

Truth or Dare #1 - Results

Ok! Let the fun begin. For those who chose to play Truth or Dare and have been waiting anxiously to share... DO SO!! *fireworks... streamers... studio audience cheer track*!!

What? Did you ask something? OOoohhh... what about me? Well.. since I am the host I think it important I remain somewhat neutral in this whole thing... eh who am I kidding. Someone who shall remain nameless (ahem Renee) twisted my virtual arm.. or ballsack as the case may be until I agreed to play. But as the host I shouldn't just unleash the evil and sit back to watch it all unfold before me... So I'm doing both.

Truth: What is the most embarassing thing you have done/have happened during sex?

Have sex in the first place? I kid.. Hmmm... let me think. Aight.. I had a crush on a girl when I was in high school, Cindy. She was actually a year or two behind me. I went to college, lost touch etc. I was home visiting and ran into her. She suggested we do something. Long story short I ended up in the backseat of her Camaro (I wrecked my car only weeks after getting it). Nothing much happened other than the usual backseat fooling around. A couple of nights later my Mom went somewhere and I had the house to myself. I invited Cindy over. One thing lead to another and we ended up in my bed naked... and.. .well.. I realized I just flat out wasn't attracted to her.. physically. How did I realize this? My cock flat out refused to cooperate. I guess you could say this was really the first time that ever happened to me. I tried to get her to help me out a little bit... blow job.. hand job... hell JUST TOUCH it. But she wouldn't even though she was naked and we were clearly about to have sex. Eventually I got a little bit of life and had without a doubt the fastest and worst sex of my life. I'm sure she thought I was the tiniest man on the face of the earth because the boy only barely cooperated. Lord only knows what she spread around the High School about me after that.

Of course there are also the infinite number of times my HS girlfriend and I fooled around on her front porch and I had to walk in and say hi to her parents with a raging boner and pronounced wet spot on my pants...

Dare: Place a mirror where you are able to see your penis if you are a guy or vagina if you are a girl. Look for 5 minutes. Now, write 5 things you love about your penis/vagina.

Should've thought this one through a little better. Finding a mirror that would work was the first challenge. Did experiment with the magnifying part of Mrs makeup mirror. Ok.. answers

1) I love how my cock has almost chameleon like states. That one second I'm going "is that it?" and the next I'm like "aw yeah.. there's my boy"
2) I love how my cock pulses with my heartbeat almost nodding to a rhythm only it can hear or feel.
3) I love the texture of my cock, the ridges, veins.
4) I love how it hangs... just so to the left (my left). Almost as if it were nodding it's head and saying "How YOU doin?"
5) I love how the tip flares when it's hard, begging to slip into something warm..


Thanks for playing! Come back monday and we'll do it again!!

TMI Un Tre Tre

1. How many cell phones have you had? How long have you had your current cell phone number?

7? I think. I've had the same number for 12 years. MW aka Ellen gave me my first phone. I changed numbers briefly when I went to the company from hell (I have since let my company pay for my phone), but when I came back my old number was available.

2. Where was the last place you had sex?

I wish it were something really entertaining like the hayloft of a barn... but I'm pretty sure it was on the side of our bed. Side because I snuck up behind Mrs, bent her over the bed and had my way with her.

3. On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your love life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)

5.

4. Does Bliss sound like a fun game to you? Have you ever played it?

Uhhh... I'm so behind the times... Bliss?.. let me google... oh I see. Meh. We have the non-geek version. I.e. some game my Mom thought would be funny to slip in our stockings at Christmas (she has a warped sense of humor).

5. Is there anything or anyone you would be willing to die for?

Duh... C without hesitation. Mrs too. Pretty much anyone I love at any level. Friends... family...

Bonus (as in optional): If you were (or had) a magic genie and could only grant wishes for others and you only had three left, what would they be and who would they be for?

I would wish for three of the FINEST women to experience the greatest pleasure via my cock!! HAHA!!

Ok seriously... a) C to have a better life than me b) Mrs to have the happiness and true love she deserves and c) for Sandy to finally hit the lottery (though, somehow I think that one counts for me)




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TRUTH OR DARE

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Truth or Dare #1

Welcome to the first ever Truth or Dare post!! The idea is pretty basic. The "truth" or "dare" is a secret. If you want to play, email me at pluffmudinsouth@yahoo.com with which you prefer, a Truth or a Dare. Post your answer/reply on your blog on Wednesday. Please keep the truth or dare secret until then. We wouldn't want to sway anyone by knowing ahead of time what they are. I will be sure to have a follow up post here on Wed. Please leave a comment letting everyone know you played. I'd appreciate a link back if you do. The semi-still-a-work-in-progress-official rules are as follows:



1) On T&D day (Monday for now) I'll pose the question "Truth or Dare?"
2) I will have one of each prepared but not published. E-mail me with your choice. I will reply accordingly. Everybody will get the same truth or dare depending on your choice.
3) Perform said dare or answer said truth. Post proof of the dare or answers on your blog on "Answer Day" (Wed). For Dares, post whatever you feel will "prove" you did it. Story, 3rd party confirmation, pictures etc. I will leave it up to the participant. Be creative.
4) Leave a comment letting everyone know you have participated and where to read the results.
5) Keep the "Truth" or the "Dare" secret until answer day so people won't be swayed to choose one or the other.
6) Dares can't involve anything illegal, require 3rd party participation without consent, involve bodily harm, or endangerment.
7) Lastly, with or without consent, no one under 18. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here anyway (read my content warning), but lets just not involve underage people mm-kay.

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I shot a match yesterday. Good fun. Did well. 2nd in my division and 7 out of 24 overall. One of the stages had a bunch of steel to shoot. For those not familiar, we shoot at paper and steel plates that fall over. With the plates there is minimum distance rules because often times shrapnel from the impacting bullets will fly back at the competitor. The rules keep you from serious injury. The key word, "serious". The shrapnel won't kill you. But no one said anything about preventing it from hurting like hell.

So yesterday I was doing my duty as an officer and "officiating" a shooter. He is the son of my buddy who visited this past week. John Jr., The little bastard.. ahem I mean nice young man, is a really talented shooter. He usually finishes in the top 5. He's only about 13 or 14. Small for his age. The gun is almost as big as he is. So it's pretty damned annoying to watch him outshoot...well... ME. The stage required you shoot a bunch of steel through a carboard silhouette of a car. For us normal adults it meant kneeling down. This little bastard, ahem... nice young man, is short enough that he could just bend down and tear the course up.

I'm not exactly sure what I was doing... I know I was about to say something to his Dad about tying weights to him to slow him down or something like that when WHAM!!! A fucking piece of shrapnel from one of the plates hit me... are you ready for this.. cause again, what are the fucking odds... it hit me in the TONGUE!! Yes.. the TONGUE!! I guess I had my mouth open and it caught me just perfect. It hit me hard enough that for a split second I thought I might have a serious injury. Someone grabbed the timer and took over clearing the shooter etc. Of course there was a lot of laughter. I mean, really... the TONGUE?!? I started spitting to make sure a) it was gone and b) there was no blood (there wasn't). After a few minutes I was calmed down and chuckling about it when I felt a sharp pain on the side of my tongue. Damnit.. I went to the bathroom to try to figure out how to get a sliver of metal out without tweezers.. oh yeah and from my TONGUE!! Fortunately, it was a tiny piece in the shape of a little bitty dorito. It was barely sticking in. I did notice I was bleeding from the corner of my mouth too. Another piece evidently hit me hard enough to break the skin on the outside. Nothing sticking in me though.

The TONGUE!!

Sum a very nahse pehples

Just a little bit of housekeeping. I've added quite a few links to the blog roll. Be sure to check them out. There are so many and I can't remember which one's have been added recently to name them all, just be sure to check them out. Some very sexy people over there.

I've had enough people ask me "What the hell does Pluff mean?" that I added my little explanation to the "Notable Posts" section if you're curious.

Lastly, be sure to tune in Monday for the inaugural Truth or Dare post. The rules will be as follows:

1) On T&D day (Monday for now) I'll pose the question "Truth or Dare?"
2) I will have one of each prepared but not published. E-mail me with your choice. I will reply accordingly. Everybody will get the same truth or dare depending on your choice.
3) Perform said dare or answer said truth. Post proof of the dare or answers on your blog on "Answer Day" (Wed).
4) Leave a comment letting everyone know you have participated and where to read the results.
5) Keep the "Truth" or the "Dare" secret until answer day so people won't be swayed to choose one or the other.
6) Dares can't involve anything illegal, require 3rd party participation without consent, involve bodily harm, or endangerment.
7) Lastly, with or without consent, no one under 18. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here anyway (read my content warning), but lets just not involve underage people mm-kay.


Have a smashing weekend!

HNT - Use the Right Tool for the Job

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We went out again last night. I had plans to go home and change first. I was ready way before anyone else on Tues. I thought I'd have plenty of time. To my surprise, Sandy called around 4:30 and wanted to know where we were going. After the snafu with leaving John before I said "YOU are in charge. COMMAND ME!! haha" She said "Well I'm freezing and want to put on warmer clothes. Meet me at my house".

Nothing exciting. I tried to get her to model her jeans on so I could peel them off. No go. Then she drove us to the restaurant. We met John. His parents were in town for a completely separate thing. They were there too. Another friend joined us as well. We chatted for a while. The rents left and the rest of us drank for a while. Then we made a move to another restaurant to eat.

John offered me a TON of stuff for the sport. He offered a slot for our national championships. Then he wants to set up a class with the current national champ. I have to pass on a couple of them, but sometimes it's awesome knowing the right people. I wish I had the money or I'd jump at it all.

After dinner Sandy drove us back to her house. Inside we chit chatted. I started rubbing her shoulders. We were standing in the kitchen at the time. After a few minutes I said "Without trying to sound perverted (but we know I really was) this would be better sitting or lying down". She walked out of the kitchen, into her living room, and sprawled on the floor. I massaged her back. She said "my back SO needs a cracking". So I straddled her and put my hands along her spine and cracked it in a few places. We giggled about me straddling her. I lay down next to her and kept rubbing and massaging while we chit chatted. And then she fell asleep.

I guess I was just a little too good with the massage.

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Lastly, it looks like some good interest in giving this whole "Truth or Dare" thing a whirl. We'll give it a shot next week so stay tuned. I think I'll open it up Monday, then maybe we can do answers on Wed. If that doesn't work out we can adjust the schedule. The rules are as follows:

1) On T&D day (Monday for now) I'll pose the question "Truth or Dare?"
2) I will have one of each prepared but not published. E-mail me with your choice. I will reply accordingly. Everybody will get the same truth or dare depending on your choice.
3) Perform said dare or answer said truth. Post proof of the dare or answers on your blog on "Answer Day" (Wed).
4) Leave a comment letting everyone know you have participated and where to read the results.
5) Keep the "Truth" or the "Dare" secret until answer day so people won't be swayed to choose one or the other.
6) Dares can't involve anything illegal, require 3rd party participation without consent, involve bodily harm, or endangerment.
7) Lastly, with or without consent, no one under 18. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here anyway (read my content warning), but lets just not involve underage people mm-kay.