Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Short Story - Beginning

Linder and Dorian drained their mugs while Linder signaled the barkeep to bring another pitcher. “Look, Dorian, I understand you had a bad day-“

“Bad day, hell!” Dorian interrupted. “Every day is bad when you’re a slave!”

Linder rolled his eyes and sighed. “Let’s not start this shit again, okay?”

“Well what else would you call it?” Dorian demanded.

“It’s no worse than being their employees, really. We work our shifts, we’re fed and housed, we…” Linder floundered. “I mean, we don’t get paid, but what would we need money for anyway? All in all, I think we have it pretty good. My grandfather talks about how things were before, and believe you me, we are a hell of a lot better off than people were just 50 years ago.”

“Oh yea?” Dorian remarked snidely. “If we have it so good, let’s go out of town tomorrow. We’ll just up and leave for, oh I don’t know, let’s say two weeks.”

“You know we can’t do that; we both have to work.”

“Aha! You admit it, then; the biggest thing we don’t have is freedom!”

“Oh for fucks sake, Dorian! You couldn’t just up and leave in the old days either! If you had a job, you had to go in every day, and you had to schedule your time off if you wanted to get away.”

“Bullshit, Linder! A free man could have left anytime he wanted! Nobody would use these,” he slammed his arm on the table, the bulge from the tracker prominent, “to track you down and drag you back! The worst that would happen is you’d get fired.”

“And what do you think happens now? Yes, they track you down and bring you back, but then you just get transferred to another site.” Linder poured them both fresh glasses from the pitcher the barkeep left at their table.

“Oh, Linder,” Dorian sighed, losing his heart for the argument. “If you can’t see the difference, I just don’t know what to tell you. It’s about freedom, and choices. We don’t have those things now because we are slaves.”

Linder drank from his beer and quietly said “So what if we are? What’s the big deal? Like I said before, we aren’t mistreated; we’re fed and housed; they don’t overwork us; we get excellent medical care. What more do you want?”

“They only do all those things because sick or dead slaves aren’t any use to them.”

“I say again: so what? We live under a benevolent dictatorship, and we’ve got it pretty good all in all. I may not be able to up and leave tomorrow without notice, but I can get permission to go just about anywhere I want, and without a lot of hassle about it. And so can you, Dorian. You have essentially the same freedom now that you’d have had under the old way of doing things.”

“You think so, huh kid?”

“I know so. Look, Dorian, you’ve been mouthing off about this for how long now, a couple of months?” Dorian grunted his agreement. “I don’t know what got you on that kick, but in all that time has anything happened to you? You haven’t been particularly quiet while complaining about our being slaves, and how we should rise up against the oppressors, have you? But no jack-booted thugs have bust in the door and dragged you off to never be seen again, have they?”

Dorian drained his glass and stood up. “Linder, m’boy, when you’re right you’re right, and you are right. Everything is peachy, and I’m an old, drunken fool to complain about it.”

“Ah, now listen, Dorian, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay, son. I’m going home to sleep it off, so I can be right as rain in the morning for my mas… for my employer. Don’t stay out late, kid.”

Linder sighed. “Be careful, old man. Call me tomorrow.” Dorian threw him a wave as he made his way out the door, then he was gone.

Linder swiped his chit for the beer they’d drunk, and a quick mental calculation later he resolved to make sure Dorian paid next time. His rations were almost gone and it was only mid-month; Dorian would have to dig into his allotment for the next night or two to balance accounts.


This is the start of a story idea I’ve had kicking around for a little while; is anybody interested in seeing where it goes? I honestly don’t know how I’ll get to where I see the end, or if the end will even look like I think it will now. And just to be up front about it, I might not even get to an end.

It won’t be a sex story, but there may be (or not) sexual situations, and because I write what I know those sexual situations could be kind of out there. Anyway, let me know what you think, and if I should try to continue.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

I Should Probably Work on That.

During one of my (increasingly rare) visits to Facebook the other day, I clicked on a link to an article on relationships a FB friend shared. Though it did have some mind-numbingly obvious statements like “contempt for each other is the number one reason relationships fail” (I’m paraphrasing, but that was the gist of it), some of the information was pretty interesting.

The article was about researchers who studied couples six years after they were married to find the differences between the couples that were still “happily” married and those who were divorced or “chronically unhappy.” The article did not, as far as I can remember, specify how they differentiated between “happy” and “chronically unhappy”, or how they could be sure that people who claimed to be happy truly were, but let’s just take their word that they know what they’re doing, at least for the moment.

It seems that one big factor in couples remaining happily together (outside of the whole not having contempt for each other thing) is the number of times one responds to one’s partner’s “bids.” They describe “bids” as the requests for attention made throughout the parts of the day a couple spends together. For instance, if your spouse or SO makes a comment on an article they are reading, they are looking for a connection that goes beyond the article; they simply want an acknowledgement perhaps a brief (but meaningful) dialogue about it.

Couples that are still happily together respond to 87% of each other’s “bids”, while those who are divorced or chronically unhappy tend to only respond to 33% of the attempts. It’s not just responding, though; it also depends on how you respond. If you mutter “okay” or “uh huh” or something without really giving any attention, or respond with hostility (“stop bothering me while I’m reading”) it’s just as bad as if you completely ignore the bid. In either case, you’re subtly making your spouse feel worthless and invisible, which obviously affects their feelings towards you.

(This is a gross generalization of the article; I highly recommend reading it in entirety instead of relying on my quick synopsis as there is a good bit of other information in there.)

I definitely see myself, at this point in my marriage, as someone who probably doesn’t respond to the wife’s bids as often as I should. I “turn away” instead of “turn toward” more often than not, especially when I’m reading. Sometimes it’s unintentional; I’m really into what I’m reading and it takes several moments before I register that she was saying something. Other times I purposefully give the minimal “uh huh” in the hopes that she’ll get the hint that I’m not interested and wish she would not continue.

In my defense, she does tend to keep up a steady stream of babbling; if they’re all bids, I don’t think it’s humanly possible to respond to more than 45% or 50% of them and still have time to do things like sleeping and masturbating. And of course she does the same to me, except in general I’d say her “turn aways” are far more likely due to her being engrossed in whatever she’s doing and genuinely not hearing me than intentional neglect. Besides, I’ve pretty much stopped making a lot of bids.

Anyway, it’s an interesting article, and I think there’s a lot of validity to their findings.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Checking In

Just some odds and ends to catch up, and assure those of you I don’t communicate with on a regular basis that I’m still alive and kicking.

Things are mostly the same with the wife and me, which is to say that they’re right back to where we were last year at this time. I guess I didn’t really think anything would change, but I had hoped. Really, it’s not bad though. When I’m not spending most of the day moping around and feeling sorry for myself, it doesn’t bother me that much. She spends her time on her computer, I spend time reading, and we kind of half-assed spend time together. Sex is just something to do when masturbation gets boring, and though she’ll tolerate me going down on her for a minute or two I don’t bother with it much. Why should I if she doesn’t get anything out of it?

I’ve also pretty much given up on making any of what I consider the “first moves” to initiate sex. I don’t try to rub her ass when we’re in the kitchen, or reach around to caress her from behind or nuzzle or play in any way. Again, why bother? She sometimes tolerates it, but usually I just get “Honey, please!” So holding hands on the couch (when she’s not too busy with her games) will have to suffice, and if she wants to have sex she’ll just have to tell me. At which point we’ll go back to the bedroom, she’ll blow me for a few minutes, and then lay back and soon it’s over. If she wants something I’ll get her toy and watch (and sometimes touch, if she wants me to) as she gets off.

L continues her campaign of cutting us out of just about all physical involvement in her life. We still text during the week, but it’s mostly just pleasantries; nothing of any real substance and not even much of that. I stopped initiating text conversations with her (unless it’s something important, which it never is) but will respond if she says something. Maybe I’m being stubborn, and maybe she is too, but fuck it, right? I can’t be the only one making an effort. It may be best to let her just fade out of our lives altogether; it seems like what she wants anyway.

I’ve decided to give up sodas, at least for a while, though I honestly don’t know what I expect to happen from it. For the past two weeks I cut back to just one a day, and on Friday I had the last one from the last case I bought so this weekend was my first soda-free (diet or otherwise) in… well, hell, I couldn’t tell you how long. It’s been at least 25 years, when I was in the Army and we’d go on maneuvers, and even then I’d have at least one each day if I could get to the store before we went. But again, I don’t know what I expect to happen; it’s just something to do.

The more I write here the less I want to post this, so I’d better stop before I just delete it altogether.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Weekend Update

Happy –Monday-- Tuesday, everyone! Another weekend has passed, much quicker than it ought to have, and here we are kicking off another week. I apologize for the lateness of this post, but mid-way through it yesterday I got busy at work and couldn’t finish it up.

There was nothing really big about my weekend; the weather was nice and the wife and I were able to get out and ride the bike both Saturday and Sunday. L and B were in town, but typically they didn’t make an effort to hang out with us or anything.

I didn’t do any spectacular cooking this weekend; we ate out for lunch Saturday and neither of us wanted any dinner Saturday night, so we just snacked and watched college football. Virginia Tech lost again, and it’s long past time anybody considers Frank Beamer and his assistants to be an elite coaching staff. I’m not even sure they should be considered adequate. The other games on were at least entertaining.

 We were supposed to take my mother and step-father out for lunch Sunday for their birthdays (his is on the 11th, hers is today) but she called Sunday morning and begged off because he hasn’t been feeling well. So the wife and I rode the bike into the city where I work and did some walking around and shopping before eating a nice lunch at Olive Garden. It was enough to hold us through to a late dinner, and I fried some tilapia and we made fish tacos.

The Cowboys won an ugly game against the Rams Sunday that they by all rights should have lost. The ‘Boys were down 21-0 early before scraping up enough offense to score 10 before the half. Then in the second half they got some key stops, made some plays, and held on to win 34-31. They got some lucky breaks, and at least one questionable call went their way, but these are the kinds of games that in the past few years they would have lost.

Sunday was also one of the rare times when I was rooting for the Washington football team because they were playing against the Eagles who are thus far undefeated. Of course that means Washington lost; had it been the other way, and I wanted the Eagles to win, Washington would have probably come out on top. Such is life.

That was pretty much the extent of my weekend, and honestly I don’t know that it will be significantly different from one week to the next going forward. I’ve pretty much given up on trying to get together with friends or anything, so we just stay home and do our thing. What I’m saying is, I probably won’t be posting regular updates anymore. It’s tedious to write the same thing week after week, and I imagine it’s tedious to read it as well.

If anything out of the norm happens and is interesting enough I’ll post about it, but otherwise I probably won’t bother. I’ll try to post FFF entries when I can, and may have the occasional story to relate, when I can work up the enthusiasm to write at all. I’m not going away, exactly, but I will most likely be far less active.

Friday, September 19, 2014

FFF - Bad Ideas Feel So Good! - 9-19-14

Key Phrase: Bad Idea
Word Limit: 2000 Characters, including spaces
Forbidden Words: Naked, Shower
Bonus Words: Tell us about a bad idea of your own
Extra Credit: Come up with a new bad idea

Casey begged me with her eyes to join them in the bathroom while Mark kissed her and groped her bare breasts. She was my college lesbian experiment, and though we’d both been with boys before, since she and I became lovers there’d been nobody else. Watching her now with a man doing all the things only I’d done for the past year made me a little jealous, but it was hot! The problem is that man is my brother!

Mark and I were close growing up, and shared almost everything together. He’s a year older than me, but never acted like the “older brother jerk” so many of my friends have. I told him about my sex life, including losing my virginity to his friend, and he told me about his, including the time he’d sucked off the same friend on a “dare” (he admitted that he’d wanted to do it for a long time, and that he really enjoyed it.) I love Mark, but this threatened to go beyond that!

 “Come here!” Casey pleaded, looking at me as she unbuckled Mark’s pants. She pushed them down and I saw the outline of his erection in his boxer-briefs; he’s huge!

“This is a bad idea,” I muttered as I walked through the door. “That sink will never hold both of us!”


I wondered if I should write more, flesh out the story a little bit, since I had some many characters left, but for once I really feel like I’ve said what I wanted to say without being pressed for space.

My bad idea? Fuck, my whole blog is about my bad ideas! I don’t know if I’ve had any that I haven’t already written about. The number one bad idea, of course, is my continuing obsession with L; fortunately it’s really out of my hands whether or not anything else will happen there.

I apologize for the lack of picture and formatting, but I’m writing this on Friday. I had the story in mind since I saw the picture, but never had the time to work on it and get it cleaned up in time for posting. Now I’m doing it last minute, so what you see is what you get. Now get over to Advizor54’s site to read all the other hot, sexy entries!

Monday, September 15, 2014

Weekend Update

Happy Monday, everyone. Nothing much of interest happened this weekend, but it was a nice, relaxing time. I kind of missed being at the beach, but it was nice to be around the house.

We went to our favorite Asian restaurant Friday night because they were having a special all week, buy one entrée and/or sushi, get one free. We wound up getting both, and would have easily spent $70 or more, but because of the deal we only paid $40. I over-tipped as usual, plus the wife put an extra couple bucks in the sushi chefs’ tip bowl since we sat at the bar. It was crowded because of the deal, but we got seated pretty quickly because we actually enjoy sitting at the bar and watching the chefs make the sushi and other specialties.

Saturday morning the electrician came to change out our electrical panel. The old one had over the years been exposed to moisture coming through an improperly sealed section on the outside, and over time it had corroded the bus bar and some of the breakers. It wound up costing me a little over $400 total for the parts and the labor, but was well worth it to avoid some kind of electrical mishap. Still, I hate spending that kind of money unless I’m getting some new gadgets and toys out of it.

I’d gotten a recipe from L for some chicken enchiladas she made “from scratch”, and Saturday night I made a modified version of hers. She’s used a rotisserie chicken that she’d torn into chunks, but I got some chicken tenderloins and cut them up, then browned them, then mixed with a taco seasoning mix. They came out so yummy! For those interested, here’s the exact recipe I used.

1 to 1 ½ lbs chicken tenderloins, cut into smaller bits
1 pack taco seasoning
1 bunch green onions, chopped
1 can enchilada sauce (~14 oz, red or green, but I use red, medium)
2 cups Shredded cheese, (Fiesta blend, Mexican blend, or whatever you want)
Soft taco sized tortilla shells (I used whole wheat)

Brown the tenderloins until all pink is gone, then simmer in the taco seasoning per the seasoning’s instructions. Set aside to cool.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place some of the chicken mixture in a tortilla shell, sprinkle some  of the chopped green onions and cheese on top then roll up tight. In an 9”x13” casserole dish I was able to fit in 8 of these total, so plan accordingly on how to dish out the mixture, onions and cheese.

Once all of them have been rolled up and placed in the dish, pour the can of enchilada sauce all over. I had a little of the chicken mixture left over, so I spread it, more of the chopped green onions and a lot of shredded cheese on top. We used a full two cups of shredded cheese, to give you an idea. Put in the oven on the center rack for about 30 minutes, or until heated all the way through. We had refried beans and garden rice on the side (the wife doesn’t like Mexican or Spanish rice, though that would have been better.) Here’s a picture of what it looked like:
Mine is on the right, with hot sauce on the beans and rice.

For my first time making enchiladas I’m pretty happy with the results. It also turns out that they’re pretty easy to make, though.

We had the leftovers for breakfast Sunday morning, ran some errands, and then it was time for football. Being absolutely certain that the Cowboys would only be marginally better against the Titans than they were last week against the 49ers, I took the time to get the yard mowed. When I was done, the Cowboys were just taking a 16 – 0 lead into halftime! Behind a ferocious running game, a much less shaky passing game (though still needing some tightening up) and a defense that so far has been much better than anybody thought, they went on to win 26 – 10.

I hope they can keep this trend going, and get past last week’s debacle! If Demarco Murray, the running back, stays healthy and the offensive line continues to pave the way for him, that will take a lot of pressure off of Tony Romo, the quarterback, to have to win games with his arm. And if the defense can continue to gel and make critical stops, we could actually have a decent team this year.

Oh, and I think the Redskins won too. By the way, that clamor you heard from the South East around 4 p.m. yesterday was a bunch of Redskins fans jumping off the RGIII wagon and onto the Kurt Cousins train. Griffin better hope he can come back soon; three or four games of Cousins being much more efficient and accurate, especially if they continue to win, and he might be sitting on the bench for a while even if he’s healthy.

I cooked us some steaks for dinner last night, with sautéed mushroom and onions and pasta salad on the side. Sunday is wine night so we went through a bottle while watching the late game until we were too tired to stay up (which is 9:30 for us, anymore.)

About the only bad thing I can say about the weekend is Virginia Tech looking so bad against Eastern Carolina University Saturday afternoon. But after 20-some years of the same old thing, it’s to be expected; they consistently follow up an excellent game against a better opponent with a turd against a lesser opponent. Honestly, I don’t think Frank Beamer and his staff really belong in the discussion of great coaches anymore, if they ever did.

Otherwise, it was a good weekend. How was yours?

Friday, September 12, 2014


This is one of my favorite "it's Friday!" songs!

Mix - Beat Farmers...Happy Boy.wmv: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEZtII8rt_Y&list=RDLEZtII8rt_Y

Have a good weekend, y'all!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Weekend/Vacation Update

We're back, safe and sound, from Myrtle Beach; we got home yesterday evening actually. We had a good time, enjoying the sun, some really good seafood, having a few adult beverages, and yes, some sexy times.

It was a good vacation, but it was good to get home and be in our own house again. The wife had to go back to work this morning and I stayed home getting the laundry done and cleaning up, and reassuring the dogs, who missed us, that we hadn't abandoned them. We had the niece and another friend checking on them at least twice a day, letting them out and making sure they had food and water, but you know how dogs are. It doesn't matter if you're gone five days or five minutes; they get antsy when Mommy and Daddy aren't home.

Now I've got to lose the weight I put on at the beach, and start refilling the money tank, and spend the next three days trying to get caught back up at work.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

It's the Little Things

Our vacation is going very well, though I'm not looking forward to stepping on the scale the first day back home!

I just thought I'd share one of the reasons I love the wife: when she found a coupon for the seafood restaurant buffet we decided to go to, she grabbed a few more of the books that had it. When we got there, she went up and down the line checking if people had a coupon, and if they didn't she gave them one of our extras. I don't know of many people who do that, but it's second nature for her.

And now for a fun song about Myrtle Beach.

Sunny Ledfurd Myrtle Beach: http://youtu.be/Ymd3tRzhNt8

Friday, September 5, 2014

FFF - Strange Bedfellows - 9/5/14

Key Words – Aftermath, Regrets
Word Limit – 250
Forbidden Words – BFF, Girlfriend
Bonus Words – Earn 25 for making them co-workers, 25 more if one reports to the other
Extra Credit – Tell us about your work-place indiscretions.

Ruth blinked in the strong light as she awoke, and rose up to see Amber dressing. “Where are you going, Baby?” she asked.

Amber continued buttoning her shirt and replied “I’ve got to get to the office.”

“It’s still early,” Ruth whined. “I wan-“

“What did I tell you about that?” Amber snapped, interrupting her. Ruth flinched at her anger.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” she muttered, eyes downcast.

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” Ruth said again, louder.

“That’s better.” Amber’s tone softened. “You, of all people, know what kind of day I have before me. I’ll be doing all the work, while that bitch of a boss of mine will take all the credit, as usual.” She glanced at Ruth, giving her a meaningful look. “As much as I’d like to spend the day in bed with you, I just can’t.”

Ruth pouted, but not too severely; she still had regrets from the last time she’d made Amber really angry, and had felt the aftermath for some time. She hadn’t been able to sit for a week!

“No,” Amber answered. “I have errands to run, and you know how it will look if we arrive together.”

“Yes, of course,” Ruth agreed. She rose and also started getting ready for work.

Amber arrived late, and hurried from the elevator to her office. She picked up the file she’d been working on all week and hurried to the conference room. She paused outside the door and caught her breath, then opened it quietly and entered. She made her way to her seat under scrutiny from the other meeting participants, especially her boss.

“Amber, you’re late,” her boss said icily.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she muttered, eyes downcast.

“What was that?”

Amber looked up into her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ruth,” she said again, louder.

300 words on the head; not exactly an original concept, but hopefully a little entertaining. The formatting this week is bad because I’m writing and posting this while at work on Wednesday before going on vacation, and I won’t have the time to get the picture embedded with the story. Well, I would if Blogspot worked better with my phone, but it doesn’t.

My work-place indiscretion: Amanda was a dispatcher/CSR at the cable company I worked at when I first got out of the Army. She was a few years older than me (easily in her 40s late while I was 28 or 29) but damned good looking. We’d talk a little each morning before I went out on my rounds, but I didn’t think anything of it. Why would she be interested in me, right?

But she was interested, and when the wife was on a long overdue trip to Germany we started a brief affair that lasted until the wife got back. Just about every day I’d meet her at her house for lunch and we’d fuck our brains out. We were mostly cool about it back in the office, but every now and then she’d make a comment that sounded innocent enough but really wasn’t, and I’d blush and get all flustered. Good times.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Y'all Be Good

I'm leaving tonight on vacation; the wife and I are going to Myrtle Beach tomorrow, but we're driving down to L's to stay the night and get a head start in the morning. We'll be returning next Monday, so it may be Tuesday before I can post anything else. I do have a FFF scheduled to post Friday, though, and I may post a quickie here and there as the mood strikes me and I have time.

Take care, all, and I'll be back next week.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Weekend Update - What Could Have Been

As suspected the rest of the weekend wasn’t very exciting or noteworthy. It wasn’t a bad weekend, though. The wife and I did some riding on the bike, and generally had an enjoyable time together. We didn’t have sex because she’s finishing up shark week (we hope to make up for that at the beach), so between that and the tension, on my part at least, Saturday at L’s, I’m pretty horned up! Let’s see if I can get you that way too, with the following imagining, pure fictional, of how things could have gone Saturday had B not stayed home.


When I get to L’s, she’s out in the back yard doing busy work. I go back there with her and set down the bag I’d picked up from her friends; it’s a bra and a pair of panties she left at the lake the last time she and B went, staying at a friend of theirs cabin. The friend, who lives closer to me than to L, had picked them up for L and set them on her porch for me to get.

“Here are your things from Barbara,” I say.

“Oh, good! Thanks for picking those up for me.”

I grin mischievously at L and say “They smell clean and fresh, darn it.” L laughs and says that she probably hadn’t even worn them, that they were extras “just in case.”

I’m helping her set a plastic table cloth on the picnic table and enjoying the view whenever she bends forward. “I really like that shirt!” I say, pointedly staring at her cleavage.

“Thank you,” she says, laughing.

Once the table cloth is secured, we stand over by the Tiki bar and continue talking. B is inside sleeping as he does before going to work his late shift. L takes an appraising look at me and says “I really like that shirt; v-neck suits you. I’ve really got a cute brother!”

I blush and thank her, while considering what suggestive, risqué thing I can say back, and then decide against it. I don’t want to come off as pushing for something; it’s better to wait and just let things happen as they may.

“I told B that we’re going to the next town over and that you’re taking me out to eat. Oh, and I also want to go to Victoria’s Secret, which in that same mall area.”

“Okay, sounds good,” I say. I can think of some things that would be fun at VS, but again I don’t say anything out loud. We talk a little more, and I jokingly fondle her bra and panties while we talk and that gets a laugh from L. I love being able to make her laugh. Then we take everything inside, being quiet to not wake B up (he’s still got an hour to sleep before having to get ready for work) and leave for dinner.

We hold hands on the drive, as we often do, and continue to talk. Every now and then I’ll disengage my hand from hers when I need both hands for driving, then place it on her upper leg until she puts her hand back in mine. I’m encouraged that she doesn’t seem to mind, and move it just a little higher up her thigh; not too high, just a little to try to set a tone.

L notices my dashboard camera, which I got just a few weeks ago, and asks about how it works. I take it out of the stand and point it at her, still recording, and she mugs it up a bit as we laugh. I put the camera back in the case so it’s recording the traffic in front of me. After a few more minutes of talking, I see that we’re approaching some truck traffic on the highway we’re on.

I grin at her and say “I dare you to flash those truck drivers as we pass.” I’d told her about the wife flashing on our last trip, and she said she’d done that with B years ago. She turns towards the window, looking as if she’s thinking about it, then says she better not. “It would be my luck that I know them,” she laughs; she used to work as a dispatcher for a trucking company, so it’s not as farfetched as it sounds.

“Oh, well,” I admit, “it was just an excuse for me to see them anyway.”

She smiles and says “Oh, I don’t mind showing you.” We’ve passed the trucks and there are no other vehicles nearby, and she casually lifts her shirt and bra, pushing her shoulders together to make the best presentation. L doesn’t do quick flashes, and I have plenty of time to look at them as I keep glancing at the road; I’m a good multi-tasker.

I reach towards her, wondering if she’ll stop me. It thrills me that as my hand gets closer she leans towards me. I stroke her nipple and it hardens quickly, so I pinch it lightly while cupping her boob. After a few seconds I do the same to the other, which she has turned towards me to make it easier. We’re approaching other traffic now, so she leans back and puts herself back together while I take the wheel in both hands. We grin at each other but don’t say anything, and I’m hard as a rock.

A few minutes later we get near the mall area and I ask if she wants to eat first or go to VS. She says she’s starving, so I turn into P.F. Chang’s and go in. It’s a little early for dinner on a Saturday, so we get a good table as soon as we walk in. We both order a beer and after a few minutes looking at the menu make our food orders. Dinner is uneventful, and almost an hour later we’re done and on our way out.

VS isn’t very far, and it’s a nice evening without being too hot and muggy, so we decide to walk over there instead of driving. We hold hands on the way, and since I’d left my ring at home (accidentally; I took it off while mowing the lawn before heading down to L’s and forgot to put it back on) it would be easy to mistake us for a couple. I hold the door open for her when we get to the store and enter after her.

L has a lot of VS clothing already, and has her sizing chart memorized, so knows exactly what sizes she needs. I hope that she will announce that she needs to try something on so that I can offer to come with and help, but she picks out a few things and is ready to leave. We continue walking around the mall (it’s an outdoor mall, but with a lot of shops), still holding hands and talking and laughing together. From time to time we get closer together and put our arms around each other, and one time I put my hand on her ass to gauge her reaction; she snuggles a little closer, then we part a bit and go back to holding hands.

We talk about going to see a movie, and again I start getting ideas of what could happen in a dark theater, sitting close and snuggling. But there really isn’t a movie on that we want to watch, and we decide to head on back home. By this time, B has already sent a text to L saying he was leaving.

The drive back home is mostly the same, without the flashing episode. I consider asking for another show, but decide again not to push too hard. One notable difference is that when I put my hand on her thigh she simply covers my hand with hers, and it seems to me that she moves it slight upwards as we drive. By the time we get home, it’s up to about the mid-thigh area, just below the hemline of her shorts. I’m turning onto her street as I stretch out my pinky and get it just under the shorts, brushing lightly against her skin inches away from her lady bits, and then remove it.

We get inside and L sets her package down and says she’s going to pee. I walk into their bedroom with her, and sit on the edge of the bed looking into their bathroom as she makes her way to the toilet. She’s looking at me and we continue talking while she pulls her pants and panties down and sits. My heart is pounding even though I haven’t seen anything really. She finishes up and stands, taking her time about pulling everything back up; I’m looking pointedly at her legs and where they meet, grinning like a loon. She laughs and calls me a pervert, but shakes her hips a little as she does.

Everything is back in place as she leaves the bathroom and stands in front of me while I still sit on the edge of the bed. I hold out my hand to her, and she takes mine in hers and I tug her gently towards me until she’s standing just in front of me, between my legs. I put my hand on the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass, and lean up to kiss her. She leans towards me and our lips meet and I move my hand down to cup her ass. It’s not the hurried, lustful kisses that we’ve shared when we had little time and had to rush; this is tender and passionate, and we have all the time in the world (or so it seems.)

She places her hands first on my shoulders, and then moves them to cup my face as we continue kissing. My hands have gone from massaging her ass to under her shirt and moving up. I unsnap her bra and push my hands up and arms out, lifting her shirt in one easy motion up over her head, breaking our kiss momentarily. I pull her closer and nuzzle her breasts, licking, sucking and lightly biting her nipples as she writhes sexily against me. She reaches down and rubs my hard cock through my shorts, and I unbutton her shorts and push them down, leaving her panties on.

She steps out of her shorts then reaches down and pulls my t-shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside. She pulls me up and unbuttons my shorts and pushes them and my boxer-briefs down, letting my cock bounce free. We’re still kissing as she strokes me, and my fingers are under her panties playing with her wet pussy and rubbing her clit. She pushes me back onto the bed, where I sit watching as she removes her panties then leans down to take me into her mouth. I’m already producing a large amount of pre-cum, which she laps up hungrily. I scoot back slowly and swing my legs up onto the bed, lying back as she crawls up with me; she never breaks contact and continues sucking me and she swings around so that she is just above me.

I grab her around the hips with both arms and pull myself up, burying my face in her pussy and lapping up her juices. I run my tongue from her slit up to her asshole, where I probe gently before moving back to her lips and clit. I suck and lick as she does the same to me, but soon have to get her to stop before I cum. She turns towards me and rides my face, grinding her mound against my mouth and tongue while I reach up and grope her tits. Her legs are trembling, and soon she shudders to an orgasm and her juices really flow over me.

She lifts herself off my face when it gets to be too much, and scoots down my body. My cock is sticking up at just the right angle that as she comes face to face with me and we begin kissing again (she loves the taste of her juices on my face), with a quick wiggle of her ass the head of my cock slides into her pussy. She rocks back and forth gently, teasing me with her movements and not putting more than the first inch into her until I push upwards and bury myself in her cunt. Her gasp and moan of pleasure is almost enough to make me cum right then and there, but I’m able to hold off.

All teasing done, she sits down and starts riding me in earnest, grinding side to side on the down stroke and lifting up to drop down again. I slide my hands around her ass and stroke her hard, wet clit, then push my middle finger gently into her butthole. She’s squeezing my dick and my finger really hard now, and another orgasm rips through her which causes me to cum immediately. I can feel what seems to be a quart of cum spurting into her vagina and she moans and grinds against me. Finally spent, she lays down on top of me and I pull my finger out of her ass as she pulls forward. My cock slides out of her hole with a wet plop, and I feel my sperm drip onto my groin and stomach as it oozes out of her.

L nuzzles my neck and I turn towards her and we kiss again; we’re both sweating and panting hard, and we giggle into each other’s mouth in post-orgasmic bliss. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she mutters, still nuzzling me. “Maybe, but I’m glad we did,” I answer, grinning. We both start giggling again, and she rolls off me and gets up to get a towel. She wipes her pussy and ass, cleaning off the residue, then comes back to me and cleans the puddle of sperm off my stomach, dick and balls.

When she’s gotten the most of it up, she leans over a little further and sucks my cock back into her mouth, licking and cleaning the last of our combined juices. “Mmm,” she purrs, sending a delicious vibration through me. Whether she planned it or not, I quickly begin to grow in her mouth until I’m back at full mast.

I pull her up and lay her down on the bed, then hover over her between her legs. I slide my dick between her pussy lips, letting the head butt against her clit. She’s still soaking wet and the feeling is indescribably good as I slide into her again and her vagina walls grip my cock. I start slow, loving the feeling of her legs wrapped about my hips as I fuck her.

I sit up and put her heels on my shoulders and push forward, putting my hands on either side of her, until her ass rises up just a bit. I pull out slowly until just the tip is in, and then push forward hard, slamming back into her. Her eyes close and she groans in pleasure as I repeat that several times; pull out slow, then slam back into her. Finally she looks at me and pants “Fuck me, Rob!” I’m a good brother, and I comply willingly; I rock the bed as I pound her faster and harder, our bellies slapping together with a sharp smack.

I move one hand down between us and rub her clit as we fuck, and she spasms and moans through another orgasm. A few minutes later I’m still pounding her as she cums again, and by the time her third one hits her I’m ready to cum as well. At my moans she urges me on. “Come on, brother; cum on me! Cum on my face!”

Right at the edge, I pull out and scoot up, stroking my cock furiously. L raises up just as I start to cum, and my first shot lands on her nose and lips; she licks up what she can reach with her tongue as my next spurts leave a trail from her chin to her belly button. Spent, I lean down and kiss her, tasting my cum on her lips and in her mouth; I lower myself on her and smear my cum between our bodies, reveling in the messiness of it.

We clean up with the towel and lay together, holding each other and talking. It starts getting a bit chilly, and I consider pulling a sheet up over us, but decide against it when I realize how close we both are to dozing off. I still have hours before the wife will be getting home from her game, but I can’t take the chance that I won’t wake up too late to get to the pickup point on time. Besides, as unlikely as it is I’ll sleep that long, if B were to come home and find us snuggled in bed like this, naked, it would be very bad.

I ask L if I can take a quick shower, and she says of course I can. She gets me a towel and wash cloth, then gets in the shower with me. We wash each other, touching and playing while we kiss, but not really with any intent of another round of sex. We just enjoy the closeness and intimacy of being together.

We finish showering and get dried off, and I get dressed. L puts on her night shirt and panties that she normally sleeps in, and we go into the living room. There’s still time, so we sit and watch TV together, snuggling on the couch. After another hour or so, it’s time for me to leave. L gives me a Diet Coke for the ride, and we share one last tender kiss at her door before I leave.

“This really can’t happen again, Rob,” she says.

“I know,” I agree.

“But you never know,” she adds, grinning mischievously.

I smile back at her, and say “We’ll just have to play it by ear.”

“Exactly!” she says, and hugs me. “I love you, brother. Drive safe.”

“I love you too, sissy,” I reply. It’s a long drive back home, but I’m grinning the whole way.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Weekend Update - Friday/Saturday

Saturday Morning

I'm starting on my weekend update this morning, and will continue to update it as necessary, then post the final product Monday evening or Tuesday morning. I'm doing it this way because it's a long weekend, and some interesting (though not really sexual) things happened Friday, and I don't want to lose the thread of that over the weekend.

Friday just before lunch, Craig (from the story Craig's List Finally Comes Through) texted me. I won't go into it word for word, but he asked where I'd gone, saying I just fell off the world. I could have mentioned that he didn't text me either, but the truth is that I just didn't really feel like maintaining contact with him. Not that there's anything wrong with him; under some circumstances I think we could maybe be friends without benefits. But he's just too... I don't know, eager?

But we talked, and at one point I made mention of my age, and how everyone under 40 looks like a 20 something to me. He came back with "but you're hot! Don't be so down on yourself!" What was I supposed to say to that? "You are too"? "Thanks"?

Oh, yea, I guess I could have said "Thanks". Well, I didn't say anything because at the time I was at lunch with some coworkers. Normally I'm not invited, but I'd asked one of that guys that morning if he could take a ride in my Trailblazer at lunch to see if he could tell what was wrong with it. I thought it was the transmission, but I don't know anything about cars and needed someone with auto knowledge to help out. He agreed, then told me later a group was going out to eat, so he rode with me and we met them out there. (Turns out it's not the transmission, but the water pump needs to be replaced. Goodbye $450!)

Anyway, I saw Craig's text about me being hot when he sent another text asking when he'd get to "have that mouth again?" Instead of just saying that I'm over that whole thing, at least for now, I wimped out and just said that baseball season is over now so it might be a while. He replied back with "Ok then" which made me feel kind of guilty, so I followed up explaining that as annoying as it is for the wife to go to so many games, it's a welcome respite from the normal tied-at-the-hip thing (h/t to James.) He answered "I hear ya" and that's the last of it.

In one way, I want him to get the message loud and clear that I'm not interested in any further shenanigans, and really not even contact. As I said, it's not that he's a bad guy, but just too eager and I suspect if we did try to hang out "just as friends" he'd want something more and I'd be adamantly opposed to it, and it would get awkward and uncomfortable.

Anyway, after lunch I got back to the office and finished up some paperwork, then left a little after 2 p.m. I had some errands to run that had to be done earlier than I would have gotten off normally, and that it helped start the 3-day weekend a little earlier was just gravy. One of those errands was to get a quote from a local mechanic on fixing the water pump, then I stopped by my old office to check in on Z and kill some time before getting the new stereo fixed (again!) (More on that later.)

I had a short visit with Z and one of the employees, and on my way out Z and I stood outside and continued the conversation while he smoked his pipe. I asked if he'd ever gotten around to reading the blog and he said he had, but not since the update involving T. He admitted that it had made him a little uncomfortable, and I reminded him that he was the one who said he wanted to keep up with it. He laughed and said "I know, I know," then he mumbled something else and said "...but you still have that facial hair, so..."

(This is in reference to a comment he posted saying that our long-time friendship would make anything happening between us very awkward, especially since my facial hair would likely cause him bad memories from being molested as a kid by his father.)

We both had a good laugh out of that, but it did make me wonder at the possibility of anything like that happening. Right now I'm not really feeling the urge to do anything, and who knows if it will come back at a later time. Still, it was an interesting comment on his part, though it's highly likely it meant nothing.

The other interesting thing that happened on Friday was that I told L about the wife going on a bus trip with some of the season ticket holders some 5 1/2 hours out of town to watch a baseball game. It's a free trip that our local team does for the season ticket holders each year, and this was the first time she'd have a chance to go. L suggested that we should hang out since B would be working that night, and we decided we'd go out to eat at a nice restaurant. Now I'd be lying if I said I didn't immediately start thinking of other things we could get up to, but I didn't say anything about it and neither did she.

Well, that is to say I don't know if she said anything about it or not. As we talked about where we'd go to eat, I said anyplace was fine with me, and she said the same. After a few "where do YOU want to go" back and forths, she finally said "Okay, well think of something you want to try or haven't had for a while..." I was tempted to make a sexually charged reply to this, but decided to take the high road and treat it as a perfectly innocent statement. However, given our history it's really hard to believe she didn't see the double entendre in the statement.

So that's the plan for today. After the wife gets on the bus, and I get some things done around the house, I'm heading down there. We'll see what we see!

Saturday Night

Well, the long of short of it is; B must have taken some lessons from the wife on how to fuck up plans to have a good time. Of all the days for him to decide to call in sick, he had to pick tonight! I still drove down, and we hung out (the three of us!) for a while. In fact, it wasn't a bad visit at all; it just wasn't what it could have been.

I don't know if anything would have happened if it had just been L and I or not, but I would have preferred it just be her and I. We were going to go to the restaurant, then a few shops she wanted to stop, before heading back home (to their place.) Even without shenanigans, it just would have been more fun if we could have focused on us instead of being guarded around B (or anyone else.)

And if nothing had happened, if after all that time alone together L had shut down any naughtiness, I certainly would have been disappointed. Back when we first got involved it would have been a dream come true to have this much time to explore and play and really get right down in it. But times are different now, and though I don't like it I respect her wishes in that regard. If we'd had this golden opportunity and she'd said "no", I would have driven home after an otherwise good visit and felt a little sad, but it would have been okay.

But now I'm disappointed and frustrated, because I have no idea what might have happened. B being there fucked the whole pooch. Based on some of the things L said after he decided not to go to work, I know she'd been looking forward to us having us to ourselves. There was no definitive declaration of what we would have done, nor was there any statements that we would not have done anything, but I think the idea had to at least have crossed her mind. On a scale of 1 ("keep your hands to yourself, buster") to 10 (ripping each others clothes off as soon as we were alone), I think we were looking at a 4 at least, maybe even a 5. So it goes.

After finishing the Friday and Saturday portion, I've decided to post it now because of it's length. I'll post the rest of the update for Sunday/Monday if anything interesting and blog worthy happens. 

Friday, August 29, 2014

Joke of the Week

It's been a while since I've posted one of these, but I thought this one was cute.

An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for two months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, "Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!" The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.

Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the of the Ferrari and enters the house.

He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life." "Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, a beach house, two retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront villa, and a $2,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account. If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each. However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?"

At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him, "You fuck her again."

Monday, August 25, 2014


I haven’t had much to write about lately; in fact, it’s been some time since I’ve posted anything besides a flash fiction story. There’s been no real reason for this other than there just hasn’t been a lot happening worth posting about. But I thought I’d give a little update on how things are to date across several fronts, and talk about some things I’m happy/excited about.

My relationship with the wife has been… okay. We’re back in the same old rut as before, but it doesn’t bother me as much right now. I still get kind of pissed when she stays late at games on a work night, because we both have to get up early in the morning. But on those nights when she’s likely to be out late I stay in the spare room so she doesn’t wake me up when she gets in.

Otherwise, things really are okay with us. When she is around, we spend more time together, if that makes sense. She still gets on her computer and I still read a lot, but we try to pay attention to each other and take time to talk about things. We aren’t having a lot of sex, and when we do it’s the same old routine, but what are you going to do, right?

My relationship with L has been… okay. There haven’t been any spats, except the ones I act out in my head when I feel slighted (like finding out she and B were in town again checking out some local breweries but didn’t ask us to join them.) In contrast to this cold shoulder, there are other times when she’s really warm and sweet. There’s nothing overtly flirty, not enough that I could act on (even if it were to just call her out on it), but there are times it feels like there’s still a spark there for her. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.

She and B are getting along well enough, and though she still thinks about S sometimes and gets sad, she’s slowly working through her feelings on that. She and B still have spats, but nothing like it was before (at least, not that she’s telling me.) They went to the beach a few weekends ago with L’s daughter and her girlfriend and apparently had a pretty good time.

Speaking of L’s daughter and her girlfriend, L confided to me that her daughter confirmed what we all pretty much knew anyway, that she’s a lesbian. It’s not surprising by any means, but L is having a hard time dealing with it. She loves her daughter and will stand behind her no matter what, but she does have a deep down feeling that same-sex relationships are wrong. I hope she gets over that, but as long as she’s there for her daughter I can’t really give her too much crap about it. Besides, L says her biggest issue with it right now is that she wishes her daughter would find someone, boy or girl, more suitable for her than her current girlfriend.

My relationship with everyone else is basically null. We tried to get together with several of our couples friends a while back, but they “weren’t available” whenever we’d ask. Then I’d see their post on Facebook about being out or hanging with so-and-so doing such-and-such. After a while I just stopped asking, or expecting them to ask us. shrug

For the past few weeks, we’ve been really strict about eating at home and not drinking during the week. We save money eating at home, and I don’t eat as much when I’m not drinking, which has a number of benefits (though significant weight loss is, to date, not one of them.) Plus, we’re not spending as much money replenishing the “bar”, and I wake up feeling better in the mornings.

I recently ordered a box of cigars online, which I don’t normally do. But when I have a chance to get a box of Partagas 1845 extra oscuro (dark wrapper) for less than $100, I’m going to jump on it. I got my favorite size, the 6” x 60 (gigante) and they are a really good smoke; a little peppery on the start but they mellow out after the first two inches. (I still prefer the Partagas Black Label, but they were just a bit out of my budget.) I’ve had three of them so far (out of 18) and they feel really consistent across the line.

The wife and I are going to Myrtle Beach in… let’s see, add the columns, carry the tens, subtract the mod of the square root of pi, 10 days. Going after the Labor Day weekend is so much less expensive, and we avoid a big part of the crowds. I can’t wait to get there and eat some real seafood! And sit on the beach in my camp chair, under my beach umbrella (sometimes) and smoking a cigar while the wife hunts for shark teeth. And I’m going to see if I can get her to flash truck drivers on the way down/back!

And we finally sprung to upgrade the stereo system in our main vehicle. The system that came with it is 10 years old (like the car), and though it gets XM/Sirius radio, that’s about all it does. The new one will be touch screen, and will connect to our phones via Bluetooth and the wife’s older iPod through an auxiliary jack. It should sound and work a heap better than the current one, especially considering how much it’s going to cost to get it put in!

I think that’s about all I’ve got for now. I won’t insult anyone’s intelligence by “promising to write more”; if I have something I feel inspired to write about, I will. I think I’ll be able to work with this week’s Flash Fiction Friday, so I should have a story up for that.

Friday, August 22, 2014

FFF - It Begins - 8/22/2014

Where did she come from?
Key Words: Wild, Found, Saved (use all three)
Word Limit: 300
Forbidden Words: Dirty
Bonus Words:  Let her speak, but it’s not going to be understood
Extra Credit:  When was the last time you played outside?
Sarah and Brian watched in stunned silence at the news report on television.

“John, officials say they have no idea how long the young woman, who appears to be in her teens, may have been living in the Jefferson National Forest. There is some speculation that she may have been abandoned there when quite young, perhaps even as a baby.”

“Why do they think that, Gary?”

“She hasn’t spoken, or attempted any form of real communication, meaning she most likely was never taught language. There are indications that she might have been saved and taken care of by… something, though, at least until she was old enough to survive on her own.”

“What the fuck, Brian! You told me you that… that thing was dead fifteen years ago!”

”What do you mean “something”, Gary?”

“The lair she is believed to have lived in contained some odd, um… figures, dolls maybe, made out of twigs and leaves and such. Also, the walls were covered in some strange markings resembling ancient runes.”

“I thought it was,” Brian answered. “It was stronger than we thought.”

“And it had help, apparently,” Sarah added.

”Gary, I guess the big question is how did she remain hidden for so long?”

“John, park officials tell me that the forest is huge, and large parts of it go unpatrolled because of how dense the vegetation is. If something, or someone, doesn’t want to be found, it won’t be. If she hadn’t stepped out on the ATV trail when a ranger was on patrol, they would have never found her.”

“Any idea why she came out now, Gary?”

“Because it’s time,” answered Brian.

“Can we stop it?” Sarah asked.

“Not anymore.”

There was a flurry of activity on the TV screen; the police were moving the wild woman from the wagon into the station, and the cameras were rushing forward to get a good look at her. Gary’s cameraman zoomed in tight on the thing’s face, and she looked up into, then through, the camera. Sarah and Brian shivered as her gaze fell directly on them.

”Azuk tak a’tul qar. Uer tak a’tul haqar. Murq tak a’tul akum!”

Translation wasn’t necessary; they both knew the words of the prophecy. First I will kill the man. Then I will kill mankind. Last I will kill you!”

These things always sound so much better in my head. By the time I get them written, they lose much of what I wanted them to say.

I'm over the word limit, but not by too awful much. Get over to Advizor54's site and read the rest of this week's entries.

Friday, August 8, 2014

FFF Take Two - Interested

This is a different take on this week's Flash Fiction Friday story, and much longer to boot. I don't know if I captured it as well as I would have liked, but I hope you enjoy it.

I wasn't able to attach the picture because I'm posting this from my phone.

“Hey, Jeff,” I called over to the barkeep. He looked up from the crossword puzzle he was working on and, noticing my empty bottle, stood up and grabbed another one from the fridge. He opened it and sat it in front of me.

“Would you some lunch, sir?” he asked. I travel to the city a lot, and have stayed at the hotel and eaten here more times than I can count (okay, 15 times in the past 2 years) but Jeff still called me “sir.” I might have taken offense if it weren’t for the fact that he called everyone “ma’am” or “sir.”

“Not for now,” I answered. “But set the lady up with another of whatever she’s drinking.” I didn’t have to specify which lady; there was only the three of us in the hotel’s restaurant at this time of day.

Jeff looked to the other side of the bar and frowned slightly. “You know she’s- “

“Yes, I know,” I smiled. Jeff grinned and shrugged, then set about making her drink. It looked like a Cosmopolitan.

Yes, I knew “she” was really a “he” the moment I saw her when I came down for a drink. Not that she didn’t look the part; long hair, slender frame, nice bust without making a mockery of it which so many cross-dressers do. She wasn’t just some guy with a fetish for wearing women’s clothes, or a flaming drag queen; she identified as a woman. She’d obviously had some practice and probably would have fooled a lot of guys, especially if they were looking through the bottom of a couple shot glasses, but there were subtle clues.

I watched Jeff deliver the drink and point me out to her. She asked him something I couldn’t hear (but could guess) and he glanced at me before looking back at her and nodding. She looked over at me then quickly looked down at her hands when I smiled at her. After a moment she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and looked back up, returning my smile. “Would you like to join me?” she asked.

I smiled again and picked up my drink to move to her side of the bar. “I’m Rob,” I said, taking her offered hand in mine.

“Hi, Rob. I’m Carolyn, and thank you for the drink.” She didn’t have the “dark, brown voice” of The Kink’s Lola; hers was a little husky, but sounded feminine and naturally high-pitched, not forced.

“You’re welcome, Carolyn,” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

She blushed and her hand went instinctively to her neck. Her Adam’s apple wasn’t very prominent, but it was one of the subtle clues I’d caught. “I was originally ‘Tim’,” she said reluctantlyl

“Do you mind talking about it?” I asked. She stiffened and I could see the wariness in her eyes when she looked up at me. “Hey, Carolyn, look I’m not judging at all. I’m genuinely interested in getting to know you, and yes, I’m nosy,” I said, grinning. I’ve been told my grin can melt panties.

She stared at me for a moment, searching my face for any sign of cruelty or mischief. Seeing none, she relaxed and nodded. “Okay,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, sincerely. “And if I ask anything too personal, just say the word and I’ll drop it, okay? I take it this,” I waved my hand to take her all in “is more or less full time?”

She nodded. “I’ve been living full-time as a girl since I moved out here seven or eight months ago. I dressed up some before, but only on the weekends and only when I was going somewhere an hour or so away from my home town.”

“Does your family know?”

“I apparently don’t have any family,” she replied sadly. “In other words, yes, they know and have decided they don’t want anything to do with me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. I think my mother will come around eventually, but my father will never understand. He doesn’t believe in all of that ‘woman stuck in a man’s body crap’,” her voice deepened as she mimicked him. “In his eyes, I’m just a faggot.” The unresolved pain was quite evident.

“Are you pre-op?” I asked.

“Yes,” she grinned. “Honestly I don’t know if I’ll have the… ahem… balls to have the surgery.” I chuckled politely at her joke. “Seriously,” she continued, “I probably will someday; hopefully soon, if I get the nerve up and can afford it. I’ve been going through hormone replacement therapy and it’s going well. These,” she cupped her breasts “are actually real!”

“They suit you,” I said, laughing. She laughed with me and, for the first time, seemed completely at ease.

We continued to talk, and when the lunch crowd arrived I suggested we leave and walk around the city. We ate a late lunch at a deli Carolyn knew about but had never eaten in; it was pretty good. Afterwards, we started heading back to the hotel.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Rob?”

“Not at all,” I answered. “I’m an open book!”

“Is your interest just a way to pass the time until some other women show up?” she asked. “Or are you really interested?” Her emphasis made clear that there were at least two questions being asked.

I considered my answer as we entered  an alley, and about halfway through I took her arm and turned her towards me. “I’m really interested,” I growled, and kissed her hard. Carolyn returned the kiss and then some, pressing me back against the wall. She groped my straining erection, then kneeled down and unzipped me.

“I know we’ve just met,” she said, fishing my cock out of my drawers, “but I really like you.” She kissed and licked me, causing my knees to wobble. She stopped long enough to look up and say “I don’t expect anything in return…”

“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, smiling down at her. “I have all day to get comfortable with this.”

She smiled and took me back into her mouth.

FFF - My Hotwife - 8-8-2014

Key Phrase: “But we just met”
Word Limit: 300
Forbidden Words: Alley, Knees, Whore
Bonus Words:  Make it in the daytime
Extra Credit:  Tell us the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex
I finally told Janet, my wife of eight years, my biggest fantasy; to watch her in bed with another man. She’d laughed at first, thinking it was just the alcohol talking, but after discussing it all night she realized that I was serious.

Flash forward six months and after a lot of talking and fantasizing, she started flirting with her coworker Mark. He couldn't believe his luck, and constantly needed reassurance that I was on board with their plans. They finally set a date to meet for lunch then head over to a hotel room I’d booked earlier. I sat at the bar and would follow them to the hotel later.

Mark was ten minutes late when she got his text explaining that this was just too weird and he couldn't go through with it. I admit to being a bit relieved, but I could see how hurt Janet was. She took it personally and saw it as proof that she wasn't desirable, and nothing I could say would console her. We drank in brooding silence.

“You know,” I said, “your outfit is so fucking hot! Let’s go to my room and see how it looks crumpled up on the floor!”

“Go to your hotel room with you?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. “But we just met! What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a good little slut that needs a good fucking! We’ll take pictures to show your husband later!”

We were both excited with the role playing, and I paid the bar tab so we could leave. As we walked between the buildings to the parking lot, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard before squatting and unzipping my fly. She didn't seem to care about the lunchtime crowds walking by 20 feet away as she pulled out my cock and started sucking me; frankly, I didn't much care by this time either!

I saw the cop standing nearby, and at first thought we were busted. But he just watched Janet blowing me for a few minutes, then looked at me and said “Can I have next?” I looked at Janet, who looked at me, my cock still in her mouth and a question in her eyes. I nodded to her, and she signaled the cop to come on over.

390 words. Advizor54 didn't specify how many bonus words we’d get for making it in broad daylight so I made up my own number.

The dirtiest place I've ever had sex? My cars are always junky, so I guess that could be one answer. If we’re talking “naughty” I don’t know… blowing T in a public restroom, maybe? Actually, I guess that could qualify for the first meaning of “dirty” too. I guess I don’t have a lot of interesting things to say about the places I've had sex.

But get on over to Advizor54’s site and read this week’s Flash Fiction Friday entries. I bet some of them can tell some real humdingers about the dirty places they've e had sex!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Weekend Update

Happy Monday, everyone! I had mostly a quiet weekend, and since it is shark week there was no sex on the agenda. Saturday was damp and cool, so the wife and I mostly stayed in after our chores and caught up on some shows and movies we have on the DVR. Sunday was much nicer, and we got out on the bike for a little while.

The only real excitement (if you can call it that) was the dryer stopped working about five minutes after I started it Sunday morning. I ran through some usual trouble-shooting and finally wound up at the breaker box. The breaker for the dryer didn’t look like it had tripped, but as soon as I touched it the lever clicked into the middle position (between “Off” and “On.”) No matter what I did the breaker wouldn’t reset, even after unplugging the dryer from the circuit.

It seemed like the breaker was bad (either warn or burnt out) so I took to Google to see how difficult it would be to replace it. For some of you this might not seem like a big deal, but I’ve always been too afraid of electricity to do much more than plug and unplug appliances in. In fact, I generally haven’t like messing around with just about anything in the house; I haven’t had the confidence to be much of a DIYer.  It’s only been in the past few years that I’ve been willing to go outside of my comfort zone on anything, even small plumbing tasks. Actually diving into a breaker box is a big step for me!

I watched some videos and read some articles by real electricians (so they claim, anyway) and saw that it really shouldn’t be that hard to replace it. In fact, it turned out the hardest part of the whole job was finding the exact breaker I need! Every video, every article, and even a few people I know advised that I use the exact same breaker (brand name and all), but none of the local hardware stores carried my brand. Finally I talked to my cousin who does some easier electrical work on the properties he rents and/or leases. He has a collection of breakers and just happened to find a used one (but still in good condition) that met the exact specifications.

I took it home and (following all precautions) took out the old one (which was in pretty bad shape) and replaced it; after turning everything back on I tested the dryer. It came on and seemed to be working fine, but the wife said she heard something in the breaker box while the dryer was running. I had her start the dryer while I watched the circuit, and sure enough I could hear the buzzing and popping, and even saw some arc flashes.

I shut the breaker off, but left it in place, and am having a real electrician show up tonight. It’s possible that I put the breaker in slightly wrong, though the way it snaps in should make the unlikely. It’s more likely that there is a problem with the dryer itself, or something in the wiring has gone (to use the technical term) wonky. Maybe a problem in the dryer caused the wiring to go wonky, and in turn blew out the breaker. I don’t know and wouldn’t even know how to begin to look at where the problem really is, but hopefully the electrician can tell me exactly what needs to be done.

So that was my weekend, and I hope you all had nice weekends as well.

Friday, August 1, 2014

FFF - Just Too Young - 8/1/14

Word Limit: 350
Forbidden Words: Money, Regret
Extra Credit:  Tell us if you've ever paid for sex, on-line or off
Bonus Words:  50 if you make her barely legal, barely
The unmistakable “Boop de doop” of an incoming Skype call rang out, and Kim quickly answered when she saw it was Darryl. “Hi baby!” she gushed.

“Hey. I thought we’d do a video call since you won’t let me come over,” he replied.

“We can’t do that yet, baby,” she giggled. “I’m still underage, remember?”

“You’re the only girl I know who takes ‘age of consent’ laws so seriously!” Darryl said grumpily. “We've already done everything together!”

“When you were 18, my being 17 wasn't a problem. Since your birthday last week, you could go to jail just for seeing me naked, much less having sex with me! Now be patient, it’s only another 15 minutes until midnight.”

Darryl knew there were all kinds of ways that didn't make sense, but the hell of it was he knew she was probably right anyway. He didn't mind breaking laws when it suited him, though.

“I still wish you’d let me come over so I could be there at midnight,” he sighed.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Kim answered. “But there’s no way you could have kept your hands off me.”

“Are you naked?” Darryl asked in that sleepy, sexy voice he knew drove Kim crazy.

“Yes,” she purred. “And in just another 10 minutes you’ll get to see!”

“Are your nipples hard?”

“Mm hmm,” she sighed.

“Oh, man! Twist and pull them for me, baby!”

“Yes!” she breathed. “I’m getting wet. Ooh! I’m so sensitive down there!”

“Are you touching yourself?” Darryl half groaned. “God damned, that’s hot!”

“Hmmm… I’m so slippery and… ooooooohhhh! Two fingers just slipped right in,” she sighed.

“Oh, c’mon baby, please! I’ve got to see you! Nobody’s gonna know! Come on, just turn the camera on!”

“Okay,” she moaned. “I can’t wait either. I’m turning the camera on now!” She clicked the link to start video sharing just in time to see Darryl’s bedroom door bust in and three cops rush into the room.

“Darryl Vimes, you are under arrest for accepting pornographic images of an underage minor via the internet!” the lead cop screamed over Darryl’s protests.

Kim stood up and donned her robe, and asked the female detective “Was that good enough?”

“It sure was; we've wanted to bust that scumbag for months!” she answered, glancing at the clock. “And now it’s midnight and your parents aren't home; how about taking that robe back off?”

400 words; I took the bonus because I don't know how much more "barely" legal I could make someone. Too bad for Darryl I didn't make her 18 just a few seconds earlier!

I have definitely paid for sex off line. I've written about my Uncle getting me a hooker, and I was stationed close enough to Frankfurt Germany to get to the "poof houses" when I needed to. The closest I've ever come to paying for sex online was setting up an account on Ashley Madison three or so years ago. I may have paid for it in that respect, but I never got anything for my money.

Now get on over to Advizor54's site and read the other entries for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!

Monday, July 28, 2014

Follow Up

Simplicity asked me if this experience with Craig wasn’t as positive as the one with T; I guess my relating of the events Saturday night came through a little flat. In fact (as I told her) that is probably the best way to put it; through no fault of Craig’s, and though there was nothing wrong with the experience and I’m glad I did it, I didn’t feel the same buoyant elation afterwards that I felt with T. In fact, it honestly didn’t leave me feeling as high as my experience last year with Brent despite the fact that he didn’t end up coming.

I’m not really sure why this was the case, though. I don’t feel any guilt or disgust at all; again, I’m happy I went through with it, and Craig is a good guy who I’d like to maintain a friendship with. Maybe it’s because it’s not as novel now; or maybe because the urge wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the other times.

Whatever the reason, Saturday night on the way home I felt really blah about it. Again, not that there was anything wrong with the experience, but I honestly felt like it might be the last time I’d bother with any of that; not just with Craig but with anyone. By Sunday morning, when I was writing part one of the encounter, the excitement part of it was back somewhat and was also there when I wrote part two later that evening. That might not have come through in the writing because I was still thinking about it but wasn’t ready to write about that part of it.

As for today, I’m not ready to say I’m back in the full swing of things; as has always been the case, the urge is sometimes very strong, and sometimes hardly there. I’m probably just at a natural stage of not feeling that urge very strongly for now and need to lay off it until it comes back.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Craig's List Finally Cums Through! - Part Two

I certainly monopolized the conversation Friday night, but not so much that I didn't learn a few things about Craig. He had grown up in the area (in fact, in the same part of the county that S was from) and had come out as bi when he was 15. I thought that was pretty brave for any 15 year old, but especially so for someone who grew up in that area. He said he didn't have much trouble from anyone and I could see why; they're brought up corn fed in that area, and he's not a small guy.

He moved to Georgia and worked there for a while, saying he was making great money in a management position that he couldn't stand. He started taking some courses in Psychology and fell in love with it, and just recently decided to move back to the area and concentrate on finishing his degree full time.

Craig is a little taller than I am (he's 6' 2", maybe a little taller, to my 6' 1") and quite large, but carries himself with the kind of swagger I could only dream of having. He looks like the kind of guy you don't want to pick a fight with, but you'd want him on your side if a fight was going to break out. I'm not going to say he intimidated me any, but if you wanted to say it I probably wouldn't argue it much.

Saturday morning the wife and I went about our normal chores, including going to see my parents, and even went for a nice ride on the motorcycle. I was on a low hum of excitement all day, waiting for the wife to confirm what time she'd be leaving for the game so I could let Craig know when I'd be over. I mowed and did some other yard work (without a shirt on, so I got a bit of a burn) then had a cigar while reading.

The closer it got time for the wife to leave, the more I started having second thoughts, and I considered telling him I wouldn't be able to make it. The wife left just as I was getting in the shower, and when I finished I was still right on the brink of calling it off. I picked up my phone and stared at it for a few minutes trying to decide what I was going to send; finally I texted "The wife just left. I can head over whenever you want."

He responded back asking if I wanted to walk in and find him nude on his bed, and that really caught me off guard. Did I? No, not really; it just felt too... I don't know. Finally I just responded "IDK, I'd feel pretty overdressed that way, lol." He sent back (predictably enough) "Then you'll just have to get undressed and join me! I figure that will take care of the initial nervousness." After a few back and forth exchanges, him saying he wanted me to say definitively one way or another whether I wanted him nude or not, I finally said that nude would be fine. I mean, it was going to be awkward for me either way, so fuck it, right?

It took about 20 minutes to get there, and the whole time I waffled on whether or not I wanted to do this. I mean, I certainly did, in one way. But in another way I just wanted to forget it, go back home and get drunk. This didn't really have anything to do with Craig; like I said, after Friday night's meeting I felt comfortable enough about him. I guess it was really more about not being comfortable with myself.

Finally, I arrived and parked in the curve of the cul-de-sac, behind his car, and texted him that I'd just pulled up. I had to walk in front of the house to get around the side to his basement entrance and felt certain that everyone in the house (a good friend of his, her husband or boyfriend or whatever, and a small child that I assume was her son) and probably everyone in the neighborhood was looking out their windows watching me, knowing what I was there for.

I walked in and, sure enough, there he was; large, proud, and naked. Just as I instinctively started running my "embarrassed and awkward" sub-routine, I realized that he was right; him being naked did kind of make me less nervous. I took off my clothes, sat on the edge of the bed beside him, and started stroking him. We talked, of course, but it wasn't anything worth recounting here; just small talk.

I sucked him for some time, and the harder he got the more difficult it was to get past that thick part in the middle. I could do it, but it took some effort and I couldn't really take him as deep as I'd like to have. I got him to take a short video of me blowing him which I won't be showing here because it shows too much identifying features of my face. We didn't get any pictures, but I'm experimenting with a video editing app to see if I can get some screen captures. Maybe I'll leave that as a "by request" option though.

Anyway, he wanted to suck my cock next, so I rolled over and let him go at it. Eventually we got into a 69 position, but really I wasn't that interested in what he was doing to me. He caught on and just laid back and let me do my thing, helping here and there when my jaw needed a break. (He's fucking thick!) At one point I was on my hands and knees to be in a position where I could get a better angle (and take him deeper.) Craig calls himself a "power top", so I guess it's not too surprising that he said "You know, as long as you're in the doggy position..." I stopped to look at him and say "Uh... no!" He chuckled and said "Right. We're definitely sticking with the oral only, then."

Finally I found some combination of mouth and hand that got him moaning. A minute or so later he tensed up and I felt his cock throbbing, and he came. Much like with T, I was wondering if anything had happened; it really just didn't feel or taste anything like my own. There was a little more taste involved than with T, but not a lot more.

I lay back and we talked a bit. He asked if he was going to get my load (yea, his actual words) and I thought about how to answer that. After a minute or so he raised up and looked at me, and said "Quit trying to find the way to say what you want without really saying it, and just tell me what you want!" I nodded and said that I really didn't want to at the moment. I said if we got together again maybe I would, but not this time. He said he understood, and we continued talking about other things while we got dressed.

Craig's List Finally Cums Through! - Part One

Happy Sunday, everyone. It was a pretty big weekend, so let me get on into it. This is part one of two parts, concerning the lead-up to Friday night. I'll try to get part two up later tonight, detailing Saturday (and filling in the rest of the weekend, which will serve as my weekend update.)

Last Wednesday I was doing my usual morning pre-work routine; getting the computer up, checking email, using my phone to look at Reddit and other naughty things, etc. I decided to check Craig's List just in the off chance that there might be something work responding to. As it happens, there was.

First of all, the picture of his dick that he put in his ad caught my attention. (Posted with his permission; he knows I have a blog but I haven't told him where it is.)

Now I'm not turned on by dicks like I am by pussy and tits, as I've explained before, and it's not that this one got me all hot and bothered, but come on! How can you not want to read the ad that's associated with that?! And the ad hit all the right notes for me, so I responded with a little bit about me (married, curious, might be interested, etc.) and included one of my many dick pictures.

Now at first I was a little put off by his responses; they were curt and abrupt, and he quickly wanted a face picture. It's not that I minded sending one, I just was looking for a little more discussion I guess. I almost dropped it there, and even wrote an email to James asking him his advice on it (and of course he came through as usual.) The long and short of that was after the guy and I exchanged face pictures, the conversation picked up and I started feeling more at ease.

Thursday we continued talking, now via text, and decided to get together Friday night for a meet and greet at a local establishment. He agreed that it would be meet and greet only for this first time, though he said many times how horny he was and couldn't wait until we were naked together. I got the feeling that he was trying to turn me on with compliments and sexy talk (like how I hope to turn on a woman I want to get with) but it really just made me feel a little uncomfortable. I just want to suck your cock, dude, not be seduced!

But in all other respects, he seemed like the kind of guy that I can be friends with; intelligent, good sense of humor (or at least could laugh at my jokes), well spoken. By Friday, as we continued the conversation, I knew that unless he really screwed up the meeting that night, this would probably be a comfortable situation. (And I think he picked up on my discomfort because, without me saying anything about it, he did back off from that.)

My big concern came after I sent the above picture to Simplicity and she mentioned how thick he looked. I really didn't think he was all that thick from the picture, but I must have gotten the perspective wrong. I asked him how thick he was at the widest and he said "Like, 6.5 inches." Oh, fuck. Well, one step at a time, right?

We met out in the parking lot of the establishment about 6:30 (the wife was at a game, of course) and went inside. The trick is finding a place that's not so loud that you can't have a comfortable conversation, but not so quiet that your conversation carries to everyone. We got a table a little ways away from the other groups, and the volume level seemed about right. Still, I just had the paranoid feeling that everyone looking at us knew exactly what we were up to!

Craig (we'll call him that because I met him on Craig's List) had already told me he's been with women before but is definitely gay. Honestly I was a little worried that he'd be effeminate (even though he's a bigger guy), kind of like Cam on Modern Family. Fortunately he wasn't, and I don't think most people would really know he's gay unless he told them (or, you know, grabbed some guys junk and kissed him.)

(No, he didn't do that to me.)

(Until later.)

Anyway, we ordered a pitcher and some nachos and started talking. Well, mostly I talked for the next two hours and he listened. I just meant to give a little more background on me, but one thing led to another and I wound up telling him all about the L, B and S drama over the past three years. I didn't tell him about L's and my shenanigans (though I came close a couple of times) but he was enthralled by the story. Near the end of it he asked who L was with now, and I told him she's with B and will definitely not be going back to S. He asked how I could possibly know that and his jaw dropped when I told him that S had killed himself last October. After a bit of stunned silence he said "You know how to tell a hell of a story!"

I also told him about my past experiences with Brent from last year and T a few weeks ago (it turns out he knows T!) and really tried to emphasize how each time I froze up when it came to the time to do anything. By then he'd paid up our bill and we'd moved outside to the parking lot, and it was getting close to my cut off time to be comfortably on the way home before the wife left the game. I had a cover story for being out (meeting some guys from work) but didn't want to be coming in later than her. I told Craig that I felt comfortable and I thought that, if he agreed (he did), that we could get together Saturday or Sunday while the wife was at another game.

He asked if I wanted to follow him home (assuring me he understood that nothing would happen) just so I'd know how to get there. I'd been thinking along the same lines, and because he said he was only about five minutes away, I figured I'd have time to get there and still get home within my margin of error. As we went through the twists and turns to get to his place (he's renting the downstairs apartment of a friend of his house in a really nice neighborhood) the beer I drank started calling for attention, so when we got there I asked if I could use his bathroom.

As I took care of business I read an email from Simplicity asking how things had gone. I quickly responded that nothing was going to tonight but that we were going to meet up probably the next day. I finished up, washed my hands and went back into his room. I'd thought about asking to see his dick, or asking if he'd want to see mine, but once again I was frozen and just couldn't make that move. (I've really got to work on that.) So I stood awkwardly, hemming and hawing while we made small talk, and finally said "well, I guess I should probably be going." He laughed and said okay, and that he'd walk with me to my car.

As we stepped outside the basement entrance, which is kind of hidden from the rest of the neighborhood (it was at the end of a cul-de-sac), he said "Stop a minute." I did and turned towards him and he stepped closer, and I thought he was going to try to kiss me. He'd asked in our text exchanges about kissing, and I said it wasn't something that turned me on (with guys, anyway) but it didn't gross me out either and if he wanted to that would be fine. He didn't kiss me (I don't know if I was more relieved or disappointed), but he stood close and reach down to fondle me through my pants. I knew I wasn't presenting much at that time (I'd told him I'm a grower, not a show-er) but I could feel myself starting to respond. I reached over and fondled him as well, and though he didn't have a hard-on either I could tell he was getting there.

I mentioned that I had thought to ask if he wanted to see my dick and he immediately pulled me back into the house and to his room. I started to freeze up again when he asked if I wanted to see him, and I said yes, so he unzipped and pulled his shorts and underwear down. That broke the ice so I unzipped and pulled myself out as well. We stood closer and stroked each other for a few seconds before I said "Ah, hell, I better try it out a little while we're here, right?" He sat down on his bed and lay back while I kneeled there and licked his shaft and then took it into my mouth.

Again, he wasn't fully erect at this time so it didn't seem to difficult to get around that swell in the middle. He moaned and groaned while I sucked him, and he was starting to grow a bit more. I wanted to continue, but it really was getting late so I stopped and told him that would have to do for now. I stood up in front of him as he sat up on the bed, and he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He said something about wanting a taste too, and took me into his mouth. It felt good and I was starting to respond, but the clock was ticking in the back of my head. After about a minute he stopped and I zipped back up.

We walked out to my car (he had me stop again to fondle me some more) and talked a few more minutes, solidifying the plans for the next day. I did warn him that it entirely depended on the weather, and whether or not the wife went to the game. She almost certainly would if they were playing, but it has happened on the rare occasion before that she would decide at the last minute to stay home and spend time with me.