Happy Monday everyone. This week finally promises to be more spring-like, and hopefully I’ll get a chance to ride my bike with the new seat soon!
Speaking of, the new seat came in Friday afternoon just after the wife got home from work. It’s a good thing she was there, as she watched the driver getting ready to take it to the wrong house. She stepped outside and asked him which house he was looking for and he said 726 blahblah street. She saw the box he was carrying had the brand name of the seat we’d ordered, and she told him that he was actually looking for 723 blahblah street. He looked at the address again and said “oh. I guess I should have worn my glasses.” The wife said his glasses were on his head. (The really fucked up thing is that, like every other street in the US, ours is odd numbers on one side, even numbers on the other. He was going to take the box to a house on the same side as ours.)
Anyway, I got home and the seat was fine and I installed it in a matter of minutes. I sat on it a bit, but it was too cold and windy to be able to ride anywhere. Again, hopefully the weather will be nice enough this week to ride in to work a few days and I’ll get to see if the seat will be as comfortable as I’m hoping it to be.
I came in to work Saturday morning in what was supposed to be me just sitting around supporting the installers for our new VOIP phone system. We were supposed to get a team in to do the work while I was here to babysit. The “team” was one guy who, though very proficient with the hands-on portion of taking out the old equipment and putting in the new equipment, was less knowledgeable about VOIP systems and how the interact with the network than I am. Together he and I were able to get all the hardware portions done on our end, but it’s a good thing I have enough background to understand the instructions.
The biggest problem was (and still is) the person responsible for the project. The job isn’t finished because all the programming necessary for everything to be working correctly hasn’t been done. He’s in Houston and though he obviously knows the technology part of his job, he is not very good at managing projects. And it doesn’t help that he’s buried under more projects than he can possibly manage and either doesn’t have any subordinates to delegate to, or doesn’t do a good job of delegating.
Either way, I’m pissed because I was here for 10 hours Saturday and we still aren’t done. I was prepared to come in Sunday to finish it, but the project manager never contacted me to let me know if the programming part had been done. That pisses me off more than anything; I put any plans we had on hold in case I needed to come in. If he was going to blow it off and not get anything done, he could have at least told me and I could have relaxed a bit more.
The niece’s move has been pushed back to next week, which means another shot weekend as we help her move her junk over there. But it will be worth it to have our house back to ourselves again.
That’s it for my weekend; how was yours?
Monday, March 31, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
FFF - Pretending - 3/28/14
Word Count: 250
Bonus Words: +50 if you tell us the last three songs you listened to
Required Word: Melody
Forbidden Words: Ke$ha, Miley, Rihanna
Extra Credit: Before writing, get up and dance to your favorite song!
Bonus Words: +50 if you tell us the last three songs you listened to
Required Word: Melody
Forbidden Words: Ke$ha, Miley, Rihanna
Extra Credit: Before writing, get up and dance to your favorite song!
“Melody,” he called, tapping her on her head to get her attention. She looked up from between his legs and smiled at him.
“You like that baby?” she asked loudly.
Andy smiled (though it was more of a grimace) and said “Yea, sweetie, it’s
great. And I really appreciate the effort, but it’s just not going to
happen.”
Melody
frowned and removed her headphones, causing Andy to wince as the club
music blasted out. “What’s the matter, baby? Am I doing something
wrong?”
“No,
you’re doing fine,” he lied. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.” His cock
was already becoming soft and he sighed. He stood up and pulled his
shorts and t-shirt on.
Melody sat back on her heels and stared at him incredulously. “What, that’s it?” she asked.
“Sorry,
honey, I’m just not in the mood tonight.” He picked her robe up from
the floor and held it open for her expectantly. Melody continued to
stare up at him from the floor for a moment, then shook her head in
resignation and stood up. She let him help her put the robe on, then
pulled it tight around her and clinched it closed.
“Again with this shit,” she muttered. “Fuck it. Whatever.” Andy pretended he didn’t hear.
Later,
after a perfunctory kiss goodnight, they lay facing away from each
other, the separation between them greater than the space of the king
bed. They both pretended to be asleep and to not know that the other was
still awake.
250 Words.
I
didn’t use the bonus, but I’m still going to tell the last three songs I
listened to (Monday night at the gym; I wrote this Tuesday morning at
work.) The songs were “In My Life”, “Wait”, and “If I Needed Someone”,
all by The Beatles. Without Googling the answer, which album did these
three songs originally appear on in that order?
And
I didn’t even try for the extra credit. The Universe is a far more
majestic and wondrous place when it doesn’t have a dancing me in it. Now get over to Three Spelling Mistakes to see the rest of this week's entries.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Moving Right Along
I haven’t written much lately, mainly because there just really hasn’t been much of anything about which to write. L and I got into a fight a couple weeks ago, but we put it behind us and have made up. Well, kind of; we’re back on good(ish) terms now, but things have definitely changed. As of now I’d have to say that we aren’t close like we used to be, and I don’t know if that will ever come back. And maybe it’s for the best.
When I say “aren’t as close” I’m not talking about the sexual aspect; that’s done and I’m okay with that. I mean just the closeness we had as siblings, and as friends. Things have been heading this way for a while now, I guess, but it’s been the past month or so that it’s become obvious that she no longer wants that kind of close friendship between us. That’s what the fight was about, and though she’s backed off of some things she said I’m not an idiot.
So now things are changed. Of course I still care about her, and want her to be happy and safe and all that, and I hope (but can’t assume) that she feels that way about me, but I really can’t see making her the priority in my (and our) lives that I did previously; not when we’re just barely secondary options (if that) in hers.
In other , lighter news I finally pulled the trigger on ordering a new seat for my motorcycle. The one on it now is the original seat, and has over 25,000 miles on it. Even brand new they aren’t exactly made for long-distance trips, but once they get over 12-13K, they are such a pain in the ass (literally.) I’ve been wanting to get a new seat for 2 years now, but finally the wife convinced me it’s time because not only is the seat uncomfortable, it’s now starting to tear at the seams. She says it’s for my comfort, but I think she’s thinking about those rides where she’s on the back. (I’d love to be able to afford a new, more powerful bike, but for now I have to make do with getting a better seat.)
Based on recommendations from fellow riders, and with cost considerations in mind, I bought a Mustang touring seat which should be quite a bit more comfortable. It’s already made my wallet lighter and thinner, to the tune of $369. I bought it on eBay (which I usually won’t do because of their involvement with PayPal) from a well-known seller with a high rating, so it was actually about $100 cheaper than I would have paid wholesale, and even a little cheaper than it would have been from some other online outlets. Free shipping too, so that’s a plus.
The wife and I rode some Saturday (that’s when she noticed the tears in the current seat) because it was nice weather for it, and from the ragged way it was running I can tell I’ve probably got another big expense coming up soon because of the bike. I have to get it inspected before the end of April, and I know I’ll need an oil change and tune-up. I had to replace one of the tires last year, and probably the other this year.
If any of you are bikers, I’d love to hear your thoughts on what are good, reliable tires for a cruiser like mine (Vulcan 900 Classic LT.) I’ve been getting Dunlop 404s front and back (different sizes, of course) but they just don’t hold up very well. I’ve been told I should be able to get up to 10K miles on the tires, but I’ve barely made 5K with the Dunlop. Now some of it may be my fault, because the service guy pointed out to me last year that I was over-inflating the tires (I kept them at max PSI, around 44, when I should have been keeping them around 32-35 PSI) which will cause them to wear faster. Still, for the money I’d like to have better results. So if you have some suggestions or better experience with other tires, let me know.
When I say “aren’t as close” I’m not talking about the sexual aspect; that’s done and I’m okay with that. I mean just the closeness we had as siblings, and as friends. Things have been heading this way for a while now, I guess, but it’s been the past month or so that it’s become obvious that she no longer wants that kind of close friendship between us. That’s what the fight was about, and though she’s backed off of some things she said I’m not an idiot.
So now things are changed. Of course I still care about her, and want her to be happy and safe and all that, and I hope (but can’t assume) that she feels that way about me, but I really can’t see making her the priority in my (and our) lives that I did previously; not when we’re just barely secondary options (if that) in hers.
In other , lighter news I finally pulled the trigger on ordering a new seat for my motorcycle. The one on it now is the original seat, and has over 25,000 miles on it. Even brand new they aren’t exactly made for long-distance trips, but once they get over 12-13K, they are such a pain in the ass (literally.) I’ve been wanting to get a new seat for 2 years now, but finally the wife convinced me it’s time because not only is the seat uncomfortable, it’s now starting to tear at the seams. She says it’s for my comfort, but I think she’s thinking about those rides where she’s on the back. (I’d love to be able to afford a new, more powerful bike, but for now I have to make do with getting a better seat.)
Based on recommendations from fellow riders, and with cost considerations in mind, I bought a Mustang touring seat which should be quite a bit more comfortable. It’s already made my wallet lighter and thinner, to the tune of $369. I bought it on eBay (which I usually won’t do because of their involvement with PayPal) from a well-known seller with a high rating, so it was actually about $100 cheaper than I would have paid wholesale, and even a little cheaper than it would have been from some other online outlets. Free shipping too, so that’s a plus.
The wife and I rode some Saturday (that’s when she noticed the tears in the current seat) because it was nice weather for it, and from the ragged way it was running I can tell I’ve probably got another big expense coming up soon because of the bike. I have to get it inspected before the end of April, and I know I’ll need an oil change and tune-up. I had to replace one of the tires last year, and probably the other this year.
If any of you are bikers, I’d love to hear your thoughts on what are good, reliable tires for a cruiser like mine (Vulcan 900 Classic LT.) I’ve been getting Dunlop 404s front and back (different sizes, of course) but they just don’t hold up very well. I’ve been told I should be able to get up to 10K miles on the tires, but I’ve barely made 5K with the Dunlop. Now some of it may be my fault, because the service guy pointed out to me last year that I was over-inflating the tires (I kept them at max PSI, around 44, when I should have been keeping them around 32-35 PSI) which will cause them to wear faster. Still, for the money I’d like to have better results. So if you have some suggestions or better experience with other tires, let me know.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Joke of the Week
A man arrived home from work one evening to find his wife sitting on the sofa in a dimly lit living room. With a very seductive voice the woman asked her husband, "Have you ever seen $20 dollars all crumpled up?"
"No," said her husband.
She gave him a sexy little smile, unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, and slowly reached down into the exposed cleavage and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill.
He took the crumpled twenty dollar bill from her and smiled.
She then asked him, "Have you ever seen $50 dollars all crumpled up?"
"Uh .... no, I haven't," he said, with an anxious tone in his voice. She gave him another sexy little smile, seductively lifted her blouse slightly and pulled out a crumpled fifty dollar bill that was tucked into the waist band of her pants.
He took the crumpled fifty dollar bill, mind filled with anticipation.
"Now," she said, "have you ever seen $25,000 dollars all crumpled up?"
"Wow ... no, but I'd love to," he said, while becoming extremely attentive.
To which she replied, "Go look in the garage."
"No," said her husband.
She gave him a sexy little smile, unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, and slowly reached down into the exposed cleavage and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill.
He took the crumpled twenty dollar bill from her and smiled.
She then asked him, "Have you ever seen $50 dollars all crumpled up?"
"Uh .... no, I haven't," he said, with an anxious tone in his voice. She gave him another sexy little smile, seductively lifted her blouse slightly and pulled out a crumpled fifty dollar bill that was tucked into the waist band of her pants.
He took the crumpled fifty dollar bill, mind filled with anticipation.
"Now," she said, "have you ever seen $25,000 dollars all crumpled up?"
"Wow ... no, but I'd love to," he said, while becoming extremely attentive.
To which she replied, "Go look in the garage."
Monday, March 17, 2014
Weekend Update
I left work early Friday, and the wife and I went to the gym early. We’d considered going to a little bar/brewery near us to see a band a few friends of ours are in, but by the time we were done with the gym we just wanted to eat and relax.
We don’t drink wine often, but when we do it’s usually white wines and always sweet or semi-sweet ones. Neither of us like dry wines, and there are only a few red wines that are to our taste. According to some wine connoisseurs I know that makes us Philistines, but whatever; we drink what we like.
But a few weeks ago the wife saw a cart at Kroger with discounted bottles and picked one out. When I pointed out that it was a Pinot Grigio, a wine that’s usually drier than we like, she pointed out it was the biggest bottle (1.5 Liter) and was the same price as all the smaller bottles. With unassailable logic like that, we bought it and Friday night we finally decided to drink it. The wife had to work Saturday morning (yay overtime!) so we wanted to avoid liquor and get to sleep earlier.
A funny thing about a drier, bitter wine; it’s better if you’re eating some dark chocolate or some cheese and crackers. And apparently the wife and I both drink it quicker because we don’t like it as much. By the time we’d finished our first glass (we each got three glasses half full out of this bottle, and we use large glasses) we both had a decent buzz going. We went into the kitchen to get another glass, but started making out instead. Before long, the wife was leading me to the bedroom (using my cock as her the rudder.)
She sucked me and let me go down on her, but we both just really wanted to fuck. I entered her and we rolled around for a good while, enjoying the sensations and closeness, but it became apparent I wasn’t going to cum. It might have been the wine, or the fact that I’d jerked off that morning, but after awhile we decided that we’d had fun and we didn’t need to finish. I offered to get the toys out to bring her off but she politely declined.
We went back to the living room and started in on our second glass while we chit-chatted. At one point I apologized for her not being able to finish and she shyly, while blushing, said she’d already cum that morning. That perked me up! I teased her into telling me all about it, how she got out the new toy and was so wet is slid right in, then as she rocked on that she used her bigger toy on her clit. She said the two different vibrations, inside and out, really worked her up and she came pretty hard, even moaning some (she’s normally pretty quiet.)
I was playing with her pussy and teasing her clit throughout her telling me this, and she was very wet. I finally said I wanted her to re-enact what she’d done in the morning for me, and she agreed and we went back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed and watched as she (easily) inserted the toy and stood at the edge of the mattress to keep it in place, then used the bigger vibrator on her clit. I scooted closer and sucked on her nipples, all the while slowly stroking my dick. She leaned over and started sucking me with great enthusiasm, but doing so got her toys out of position; as good as it was I made her stop so that I could watch her finish.
She went back to playing and a squeezed her ass and played with her while sucking her nipples some more. She would adjust positions as needed, and finally started panting and moaning until she started shaking. A few seconds later I could feel the spasms ripple through her ass cheeks and her legs got wobbly, a sure sign she’d cum. She leaned over again and began sucking me, and though I was hard I wasn’t fully erect, and I wasn’t going to cum. We went back into the living room and finished our third glass of wine.
It was still early so we decided to have a drink after all. I knew the wife was buzzed, and reminded her that she would have to get up in the morning (so would I but I could stay home and nap if needed) but she said she was fine and would be okay. I made the drinks weak to be on the safe side, and we talked some more while drinking those and watching TV. By the time we’d finished the drinks we were both ready to get to bed.
We let the dogs out for their last evening pee, and washed up and got in bed. We had the TV on but weren’t paying it any attention as we talked a little more about nothing special. I leaned over her to kiss her goodnight, intending just a quick kiss, but it turned into a passionate make-out session. She spread her legs to give me access to her pussy, which was still soaking wet, and I inserted one and then two fingers. She wiggled around to get her arm down and started massaging my cock, which had gotten hard again. Finally, she looked at me and said “Fuck me!”
I rolled between her legs and entered her, thrusting rougher than I usually do. She responded favorably, so I kept it up, slowing down then speeding up, but always staying forceful. She said she wanted me to fuck her from behind, so I let her roll over and spread her cheeks and slid right back in. This is one of my favorite positions, and as it turns out she likes it too because I don’t enter her as deeply as I do from the front and it’s more comfortable for her. Within a few more minutes I was ready, so I pulled out and came on her cheeks and back. By this time I was sweating heavily, and was almost exhausted. I barely remember getting a towel to clean her up, then getting back in bed and kissing her good night again. We were both asleep within minutes.
Saturday morning came way earlier than either of us wanted. I got up first and took care of my bathroom needs, then got her up and made coffee while she took care of hers. She said she had a headache, probably from drinking the wine too fast. We had a little breakfast and then she left (she was scheduled from 6 to 10) and I did some cleaning. I wasn’t intending to masturbate again, but I was looking at some pictures on Tumblr and the next thing I knew, I was horny and had my cock in hand, stroking. What’s a guy to do, right?
When the wife got home we went about our normal Saturday chores, including visiting my mom and step-father. They were having some diseased trees cut down, so we spent about an hour “helping” them haul the debris up to the curb for pickup. The two biggest trees wouldn’t be down until later that day, so we said we’d come back Sunday and “help” them get the rest of is. (I put “help” in quotes because they’re both in the 70s, and my step-father is only 4 weeks or so removed from a double by-pass operation.)
It was in the 60s by the time we got home, so after a quick lunch I went out to have a cigar while the wife took a nap. We’d made plans earlier in the week to go out on a movie and dinner date, and I didn’t want her falling asleep during the movie. (As it happened, I should have taken a nap too!) We went to see Frozen, which was a cute movie, then to Olive Garden for dinner; it turned out to be a pretty good date night. We got home around 8:30 (after doing a little grocery shopping), had a few drinks (no wine!) and went to bed before midnight.
After breakfast Sunday we went back over to my parents’ house and finished hauling the other trees up to the curb. It took about two hours, mainly on the work the wife and I did, so we decided we didn’t need to go to the gym as we’d tentatively planned. I was soaked in sweet and already pretty sore from not only the trips from their back yard to the curb (uphill at that) but also the weight of the limbs and branches we were taking up.
After that, the rest of the day went by pretty quickly, as Sunday’s do. The niece got home (she’d been gone the whole weekend) and we watched TV and had a little wine. When we went to bed, we quietly had sex (I think it was quiet, but the bed does squeak) and went to bed.
So, that was my weekend and, honestly, it was a pretty darned good one. How was yours?
We don’t drink wine often, but when we do it’s usually white wines and always sweet or semi-sweet ones. Neither of us like dry wines, and there are only a few red wines that are to our taste. According to some wine connoisseurs I know that makes us Philistines, but whatever; we drink what we like.
But a few weeks ago the wife saw a cart at Kroger with discounted bottles and picked one out. When I pointed out that it was a Pinot Grigio, a wine that’s usually drier than we like, she pointed out it was the biggest bottle (1.5 Liter) and was the same price as all the smaller bottles. With unassailable logic like that, we bought it and Friday night we finally decided to drink it. The wife had to work Saturday morning (yay overtime!) so we wanted to avoid liquor and get to sleep earlier.
A funny thing about a drier, bitter wine; it’s better if you’re eating some dark chocolate or some cheese and crackers. And apparently the wife and I both drink it quicker because we don’t like it as much. By the time we’d finished our first glass (we each got three glasses half full out of this bottle, and we use large glasses) we both had a decent buzz going. We went into the kitchen to get another glass, but started making out instead. Before long, the wife was leading me to the bedroom (using my cock as her the rudder.)
She sucked me and let me go down on her, but we both just really wanted to fuck. I entered her and we rolled around for a good while, enjoying the sensations and closeness, but it became apparent I wasn’t going to cum. It might have been the wine, or the fact that I’d jerked off that morning, but after awhile we decided that we’d had fun and we didn’t need to finish. I offered to get the toys out to bring her off but she politely declined.
We went back to the living room and started in on our second glass while we chit-chatted. At one point I apologized for her not being able to finish and she shyly, while blushing, said she’d already cum that morning. That perked me up! I teased her into telling me all about it, how she got out the new toy and was so wet is slid right in, then as she rocked on that she used her bigger toy on her clit. She said the two different vibrations, inside and out, really worked her up and she came pretty hard, even moaning some (she’s normally pretty quiet.)
I was playing with her pussy and teasing her clit throughout her telling me this, and she was very wet. I finally said I wanted her to re-enact what she’d done in the morning for me, and she agreed and we went back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed and watched as she (easily) inserted the toy and stood at the edge of the mattress to keep it in place, then used the bigger vibrator on her clit. I scooted closer and sucked on her nipples, all the while slowly stroking my dick. She leaned over and started sucking me with great enthusiasm, but doing so got her toys out of position; as good as it was I made her stop so that I could watch her finish.
She went back to playing and a squeezed her ass and played with her while sucking her nipples some more. She would adjust positions as needed, and finally started panting and moaning until she started shaking. A few seconds later I could feel the spasms ripple through her ass cheeks and her legs got wobbly, a sure sign she’d cum. She leaned over again and began sucking me, and though I was hard I wasn’t fully erect, and I wasn’t going to cum. We went back into the living room and finished our third glass of wine.
It was still early so we decided to have a drink after all. I knew the wife was buzzed, and reminded her that she would have to get up in the morning (so would I but I could stay home and nap if needed) but she said she was fine and would be okay. I made the drinks weak to be on the safe side, and we talked some more while drinking those and watching TV. By the time we’d finished the drinks we were both ready to get to bed.
We let the dogs out for their last evening pee, and washed up and got in bed. We had the TV on but weren’t paying it any attention as we talked a little more about nothing special. I leaned over her to kiss her goodnight, intending just a quick kiss, but it turned into a passionate make-out session. She spread her legs to give me access to her pussy, which was still soaking wet, and I inserted one and then two fingers. She wiggled around to get her arm down and started massaging my cock, which had gotten hard again. Finally, she looked at me and said “Fuck me!”
I rolled between her legs and entered her, thrusting rougher than I usually do. She responded favorably, so I kept it up, slowing down then speeding up, but always staying forceful. She said she wanted me to fuck her from behind, so I let her roll over and spread her cheeks and slid right back in. This is one of my favorite positions, and as it turns out she likes it too because I don’t enter her as deeply as I do from the front and it’s more comfortable for her. Within a few more minutes I was ready, so I pulled out and came on her cheeks and back. By this time I was sweating heavily, and was almost exhausted. I barely remember getting a towel to clean her up, then getting back in bed and kissing her good night again. We were both asleep within minutes.
Saturday morning came way earlier than either of us wanted. I got up first and took care of my bathroom needs, then got her up and made coffee while she took care of hers. She said she had a headache, probably from drinking the wine too fast. We had a little breakfast and then she left (she was scheduled from 6 to 10) and I did some cleaning. I wasn’t intending to masturbate again, but I was looking at some pictures on Tumblr and the next thing I knew, I was horny and had my cock in hand, stroking. What’s a guy to do, right?
When the wife got home we went about our normal Saturday chores, including visiting my mom and step-father. They were having some diseased trees cut down, so we spent about an hour “helping” them haul the debris up to the curb for pickup. The two biggest trees wouldn’t be down until later that day, so we said we’d come back Sunday and “help” them get the rest of is. (I put “help” in quotes because they’re both in the 70s, and my step-father is only 4 weeks or so removed from a double by-pass operation.)
It was in the 60s by the time we got home, so after a quick lunch I went out to have a cigar while the wife took a nap. We’d made plans earlier in the week to go out on a movie and dinner date, and I didn’t want her falling asleep during the movie. (As it happened, I should have taken a nap too!) We went to see Frozen, which was a cute movie, then to Olive Garden for dinner; it turned out to be a pretty good date night. We got home around 8:30 (after doing a little grocery shopping), had a few drinks (no wine!) and went to bed before midnight.
After breakfast Sunday we went back over to my parents’ house and finished hauling the other trees up to the curb. It took about two hours, mainly on the work the wife and I did, so we decided we didn’t need to go to the gym as we’d tentatively planned. I was soaked in sweet and already pretty sore from not only the trips from their back yard to the curb (uphill at that) but also the weight of the limbs and branches we were taking up.
After that, the rest of the day went by pretty quickly, as Sunday’s do. The niece got home (she’d been gone the whole weekend) and we watched TV and had a little wine. When we went to bed, we quietly had sex (I think it was quiet, but the bed does squeak) and went to bed.
So, that was my weekend and, honestly, it was a pretty darned good one. How was yours?
Sunday, March 16, 2014
For the Best
L and I got into a fight Friday morning. I've just spent two hours this morning trying to write about what happened, but it doesn't matter. Long story short, the fight's over and we're "good." I was naive to think we actually were "besties for life, no matter what" like we used to say we were. Whether or not she ever believed it, it's clear that it's not true for her now, and I will just have to adjust.
Of course the next time she finds herself in some mess she needs help out of, she might have some adjusting to do as well.
Of course the next time she finds herself in some mess she needs help out of, she might have some adjusting to do as well.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Two More Weeks
Finally I’ve gotten some good news and have something to look forward to. The niece has found an apartment and will be moving out at the end of the month. That’s the plan, anyway; I sure hope nothing fucks that up.
I love the niece, don’t get me wrong, and I’m glad we could help her out when she needed a place to stay. But what was supposed to be just a few months turned into over a year. Our house is kind of small, with only a full bath and a half bath downstairs (and I’m really the only one who uses that one). Plus, she’s 22 and has all the traits of a kid that young that are annoying to old farts like the wife and I.
The biggest stress of her being there for me has been the wife, though. Everything the niece does wrong, no matter how minor, becomes a drama for the wife. Not that she says anything to the niece about it; I have to hear about “her goddamn hair is everywhere” and “she didn’t wash her cup” etc. Instead of acting like an adult and talking to the niece calmly about what she expects of her, the wife fumes and bitches to me about it. I speak to the niece and ask her not to do whatever and she complies, but the wife then finds a new thing to bitch about. I won’t miss that! (Though to be honest, once the niece is gone I’m sure I’ll here about other things.)
Anyway, it’s a two-bedroom apartment that the niece is hoping to move into the last weekend of March. Her oldest brother is being released from the half-way house he’s been in since his jail term was done (drugs and other stupid things), and they’ll be sharing it. He’s clean now because of his incarceration, and swears he won’t fall back into that stuff, but the niece has nonetheless made it clear that she will kick him out on his ass if he brings any drugs there. That’s the reason she made sure whatever place she got she could afford on her own if need be, because nobody really trusts the nephew to stay clean for long. We all hope we’re wrong, but we’re realistic about it too.
Have a good weekend, y’all.
I love the niece, don’t get me wrong, and I’m glad we could help her out when she needed a place to stay. But what was supposed to be just a few months turned into over a year. Our house is kind of small, with only a full bath and a half bath downstairs (and I’m really the only one who uses that one). Plus, she’s 22 and has all the traits of a kid that young that are annoying to old farts like the wife and I.
The biggest stress of her being there for me has been the wife, though. Everything the niece does wrong, no matter how minor, becomes a drama for the wife. Not that she says anything to the niece about it; I have to hear about “her goddamn hair is everywhere” and “she didn’t wash her cup” etc. Instead of acting like an adult and talking to the niece calmly about what she expects of her, the wife fumes and bitches to me about it. I speak to the niece and ask her not to do whatever and she complies, but the wife then finds a new thing to bitch about. I won’t miss that! (Though to be honest, once the niece is gone I’m sure I’ll here about other things.)
Anyway, it’s a two-bedroom apartment that the niece is hoping to move into the last weekend of March. Her oldest brother is being released from the half-way house he’s been in since his jail term was done (drugs and other stupid things), and they’ll be sharing it. He’s clean now because of his incarceration, and swears he won’t fall back into that stuff, but the niece has nonetheless made it clear that she will kick him out on his ass if he brings any drugs there. That’s the reason she made sure whatever place she got she could afford on her own if need be, because nobody really trusts the nephew to stay clean for long. We all hope we’re wrong, but we’re realistic about it too.
Have a good weekend, y’all.
Joke of the Week
A young man named Alan received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Alan tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary. But to no avail; the bird was just and rude and profane as ever.
Finally, Alan was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. Alan shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. Alan, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, Alan quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto Alan's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behaviour."
Alan was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behaviour, the bird spoke-up, very softly, "By the way, may I ask what the turkey did?"
As a bonus, here's another quick joke.
My wife was kidnapped by a gang of mimes. They did unspeakable things to her!
Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Alan tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary. But to no avail; the bird was just and rude and profane as ever.
Finally, Alan was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. Alan shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. Alan, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, Alan quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto Alan's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behaviour."
Alan was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behaviour, the bird spoke-up, very softly, "By the way, may I ask what the turkey did?"
As a bonus, here's another quick joke.
My wife was kidnapped by a gang of mimes. They did unspeakable things to her!
Monday, March 10, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
Joke of the week.
An old age couple, a middle aged couple and a newly-wed couple all meet with the priest of a local church they want to join. The priest says "I would be delighted to have you join this church, but to prove your dedication you will each have to go two weeks without sex." So they all accept the challenge.
Two weeks later, the three couples are back at the church waiting to talk with the priest. He calls in the old age couple first and asks "How did you do?"
The husband says "Father, we're old and we have no sex drive. It was easy for us."
"Alright," he says, "you may join my church."
He calls in the middle aged couple next and asks them the same thing.
"Well, it was hard for the first week. But for the second week it was much easier. No sex for two weeks, like we promised."
"Alright, you may join my church."
Lastly, he calls in the newly-wed couple and asks them how they did?
"Well, it was fine until she dropped the can of paint," said the husband.
"Can of paint?" the priest asked, confused.
"Yes, can of paint. She bent over to pick it up in front of me," he explained. "I'm sorry Father, but lust overcame me. I had to have her right there and then."
"It's a shame that you couldn't complete your task, but I am sorry to say you won't be allowed in this church anymore," he said.
"That's alright," says the husband. "We aren't allowed in the hardware store anymore, either."
Two weeks later, the three couples are back at the church waiting to talk with the priest. He calls in the old age couple first and asks "How did you do?"
The husband says "Father, we're old and we have no sex drive. It was easy for us."
"Alright," he says, "you may join my church."
He calls in the middle aged couple next and asks them the same thing.
"Well, it was hard for the first week. But for the second week it was much easier. No sex for two weeks, like we promised."
"Alright, you may join my church."
Lastly, he calls in the newly-wed couple and asks them how they did?
"Well, it was fine until she dropped the can of paint," said the husband.
"Can of paint?" the priest asked, confused.
"Yes, can of paint. She bent over to pick it up in front of me," he explained. "I'm sorry Father, but lust overcame me. I had to have her right there and then."
"It's a shame that you couldn't complete your task, but I am sorry to say you won't be allowed in this church anymore," he said.
"That's alright," says the husband. "We aren't allowed in the hardware store anymore, either."
Monday, March 3, 2014
Weekend Update Follow Up
As I said in my weekend update, my friend has read enough of my blog now to know about the bisexual activities. He hadn’t said anything to me about it, but in an email where he was asking some follow up questions about the post he has responded in, I asked him what he thought about it. He said it wasn’t surprising because he felt like most people are curious at one point or another and that he’s not homophobic and this won’t affect our friendship. I really didn’t think it would, but it was good to hear that from him and told him so.
He also reminded me that his curiosity in that regards was taken care of long, long ago. Of course I remembered, because he told me his secret the same night I told him about L and me. I asked him if he’d mind if I told his story here, with him remaining appropriately anonymous, and he said that was fine. It’s not something he’d ever write about, he said, but it might be cathartic for him to read it. I’m going to refer to him as Z from now on, but unlike most of the other people I write about, Z has nothing to do with his name. It’s just the last letter of the alphabet.
Z was sexually molested by his father from a young age. I didn’t ask as many questions as I might have the night he told me because I didn’t know how much he wanted to share. And my memory of the details he did share are cloudy, as we’d both been up since early the previous morning, and had drunk a lot of beer. I don’t think Z gave explicit details, but I assumed that there was both anal and oral involved. I do know that it went on until Z had finally had enough, I think he said he was 10 or 11, and told him “no more.” His father didn’t make a fuss about it, as I understand; he accepted it and I guess that was it. Apparently he told Z something like “Okay, have a good life.” I expressed dismay that his father would say such an asshole thing, but Z said it wasn’t meant like that.
I asked Z if there was ever a time when he got any pleasure out of it (I hope that doesn’t sound too harsh; in context of the conversation it seemed a reasonable question and he didn’t seem offended.) He said that he didn’t; I think he said his father tried going down on him once, but it wasn’t for long and nothing really happened. Maybe Z was too young, or maybe he wouldn’t have enjoyed it anyway.
He also said he worried later, in his teens, if all of that meant he was gay. Of course we can all say now of course something like that doesn’t mean you’re gay, but for a confused teen that doesn’t have anyone really to talk to about it, I can understand his concern. But he said once he started dating and getting lucky with girls, and never had any sexual interest in men, he knew the fears were unfounded.
I always admired Z’s bravery in telling me, and kind of proud that he trusts me enough to have told me. I felt nervous about telling him about me and L, wondering what he’d think about me fucking my sister, but in hindsight his was a lot harder to do.
He also reminded me that his curiosity in that regards was taken care of long, long ago. Of course I remembered, because he told me his secret the same night I told him about L and me. I asked him if he’d mind if I told his story here, with him remaining appropriately anonymous, and he said that was fine. It’s not something he’d ever write about, he said, but it might be cathartic for him to read it. I’m going to refer to him as Z from now on, but unlike most of the other people I write about, Z has nothing to do with his name. It’s just the last letter of the alphabet.
Z was sexually molested by his father from a young age. I didn’t ask as many questions as I might have the night he told me because I didn’t know how much he wanted to share. And my memory of the details he did share are cloudy, as we’d both been up since early the previous morning, and had drunk a lot of beer. I don’t think Z gave explicit details, but I assumed that there was both anal and oral involved. I do know that it went on until Z had finally had enough, I think he said he was 10 or 11, and told him “no more.” His father didn’t make a fuss about it, as I understand; he accepted it and I guess that was it. Apparently he told Z something like “Okay, have a good life.” I expressed dismay that his father would say such an asshole thing, but Z said it wasn’t meant like that.
I asked Z if there was ever a time when he got any pleasure out of it (I hope that doesn’t sound too harsh; in context of the conversation it seemed a reasonable question and he didn’t seem offended.) He said that he didn’t; I think he said his father tried going down on him once, but it wasn’t for long and nothing really happened. Maybe Z was too young, or maybe he wouldn’t have enjoyed it anyway.
He also said he worried later, in his teens, if all of that meant he was gay. Of course we can all say now of course something like that doesn’t mean you’re gay, but for a confused teen that doesn’t have anyone really to talk to about it, I can understand his concern. But he said once he started dating and getting lucky with girls, and never had any sexual interest in men, he knew the fears were unfounded.
I always admired Z’s bravery in telling me, and kind of proud that he trusts me enough to have told me. I felt nervous about telling him about me and L, wondering what he’d think about me fucking my sister, but in hindsight his was a lot harder to do.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Cock Strap Pictures
The wife finally ran out for an errand, leaving me home alone for a little while. I had time to play and take some pictures.
If you aren't interesting in seeing pictures of my dick, don't go any further.
Seriously, that's pretty much all this post is; pictures of my dick.
Last warning.
Okay, then.
The first ones are with the strap just around my shaft.
If you aren't interesting in seeing pictures of my dick, don't go any further.
Seriously, that's pretty much all this post is; pictures of my dick.
Last warning.
Okay, then.
The first ones are with the strap just around my shaft.
These are with the strap around my cock and balls.
I like the way it feels around the shaft and balls together more than just the shaft, and I think it makes my cock stand out better that way too.
And after all work, I wasn't going to leave myself hanging.
I stayed hard even after cumming until I took the strap off. Not that I'm complaining; that's kind of the point! :-)
Weekend Update
Once again I'm writing my weekend update early, on Sunday instead of Monday, because I have the time and I don't think anything of note will come up today. I'm hoping to have a cigar later, as the temperatures are supposed to get into the 60s. Later tonight it will start to rain, and then by morning we're supposed to start getting snow, heavy at times. Fucking March.
The wife and I are continuing to go to the gym most days, including Friday evening (cardio) and Saturday around noon (weight training.) So far my weight loss hasn't been as great as I'd hoped, but I am getting in better condition. We started a weight-loss boot camp this past week and I think that will help. The first day, Tuesday, was relatively easy because we had a weigh-in and measurements, but Thursday's session was brutal. After another five weeks of this (six total) I'm hoping to have a good jump start towards my goals and having better conditioning.
The niece was gone Friday and Saturday, which has been nice for the wife and I to have some more time together. We talked more Friday night about things, especially what I'd like from her during the baseball season. I told her I don't mind her going to the games during the week, but that I'd like her to be home early enough so that we have time together. Staying every night until the end of the game, which can be as late as 10:00 or 10:30, means I'm already in bed and ready to sleep by the time she gets home. I don't want to hear anything about the game or the people who were there; I just want to get to sleep.
I also told her that I understand she'll want to go to the weekend games, and maybe stay later for those since we don't have to get up early. But it's my weekend too, and I need to find something to get me out of the house so I don't go crazy. I don't like baseball enough to go to the games except on the rare occasion, so I told her I might go riding on the motorcycle or hang out with a friend here and there. She agreed that was fine, but we'll work out the details more when the season actually starts.
And no, I don't plan to use that time to mess around with other women like I might have (and in fact, did) last year. At the moment I'm still wanting to devote myself to the wife and making things better for us, and I don't think I can give that a fair chance if I'm fooling around.
However, lately the urges to fool around with a man have started building; they aren't at "obsession" level yet, and may not get there at all, but they are at the "growing curious" stage. Maybe it's silly for me to think that cheating on the wife with other women is different than messing around with a man, but in my mind it is. It's hard to explain, but being with a woman feels like it comes between the wife and I in a way that just sucking a dick doesn't.
Anyway, I've been checking Craig's List again the past week, and it's mostly been the same old BS that I have no interest in. But Friday morning I saw an ad that piqued my interest. The guy wrote that he's discrete, married, and looking for the same for maybe one-time, maybe ongoing fun. I wrote and said I might be interested in meeting and seeing what happened from there, and we exchanged a few emails to try to work something out. Unfortunately his best times are during the day, and mine are during the evenings (especially once baseball season starts.) So it may come to nothing, but we'll try to meet for a "get to know each other" dinner and see if there's any interest. If so, I'm sure we can work something out. (Though neither of us can host, so that's another issue to overcome.)
On a related note, my friend and I talked and he's cool with everything. I figured he would be, but like I told him it was a big step for me to let someone I've known for so long know about my curious side. I'm going to write a more detailed post about this, because it requires some backstory that I have his permission to tell. Stay tuned.
So that was my weekend; how was yours?
The wife and I are continuing to go to the gym most days, including Friday evening (cardio) and Saturday around noon (weight training.) So far my weight loss hasn't been as great as I'd hoped, but I am getting in better condition. We started a weight-loss boot camp this past week and I think that will help. The first day, Tuesday, was relatively easy because we had a weigh-in and measurements, but Thursday's session was brutal. After another five weeks of this (six total) I'm hoping to have a good jump start towards my goals and having better conditioning.
The niece was gone Friday and Saturday, which has been nice for the wife and I to have some more time together. We talked more Friday night about things, especially what I'd like from her during the baseball season. I told her I don't mind her going to the games during the week, but that I'd like her to be home early enough so that we have time together. Staying every night until the end of the game, which can be as late as 10:00 or 10:30, means I'm already in bed and ready to sleep by the time she gets home. I don't want to hear anything about the game or the people who were there; I just want to get to sleep.
I also told her that I understand she'll want to go to the weekend games, and maybe stay later for those since we don't have to get up early. But it's my weekend too, and I need to find something to get me out of the house so I don't go crazy. I don't like baseball enough to go to the games except on the rare occasion, so I told her I might go riding on the motorcycle or hang out with a friend here and there. She agreed that was fine, but we'll work out the details more when the season actually starts.
And no, I don't plan to use that time to mess around with other women like I might have (and in fact, did) last year. At the moment I'm still wanting to devote myself to the wife and making things better for us, and I don't think I can give that a fair chance if I'm fooling around.
However, lately the urges to fool around with a man have started building; they aren't at "obsession" level yet, and may not get there at all, but they are at the "growing curious" stage. Maybe it's silly for me to think that cheating on the wife with other women is different than messing around with a man, but in my mind it is. It's hard to explain, but being with a woman feels like it comes between the wife and I in a way that just sucking a dick doesn't.
Anyway, I've been checking Craig's List again the past week, and it's mostly been the same old BS that I have no interest in. But Friday morning I saw an ad that piqued my interest. The guy wrote that he's discrete, married, and looking for the same for maybe one-time, maybe ongoing fun. I wrote and said I might be interested in meeting and seeing what happened from there, and we exchanged a few emails to try to work something out. Unfortunately his best times are during the day, and mine are during the evenings (especially once baseball season starts.) So it may come to nothing, but we'll try to meet for a "get to know each other" dinner and see if there's any interest. If so, I'm sure we can work something out. (Though neither of us can host, so that's another issue to overcome.)
On a related note, my friend and I talked and he's cool with everything. I figured he would be, but like I told him it was a big step for me to let someone I've known for so long know about my curious side. I'm going to write a more detailed post about this, because it requires some backstory that I have his permission to tell. Stay tuned.
So that was my weekend; how was yours?
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