Ronald Reagan said, "Trust, but Verify"
Today we do neither..
Frank Rich, a columnist for the NY TIMES, has written my favorite piece so far on the Tiger Woods situation. I can't call it a 'scandal' because it is not scandelous, it's just another in a long line of dissapointments from people we admire.
Tiger Woods - Man of the Year
I am guilty of playing the Tiger. I have an inner life that is far different than my outer persona. I have thoughts and desires never expressed outside this blog, and others tha have found no outward expression at all. My inner life came to light this past year as situations arose that made me confront my infidelity and admit it to my wife. Nothing at home has been the same since.
When stories about Tiger come on the TV, my wife gets very quiet, makes no comments, ask no quesions, makes no jokes.
It's too close to home, and my wife won't get $40 million if she leaves me.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Two rows from the back
I tend to write bad poetry on the bus...
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Two rows from the back
With 12 empty before me
You enter last
Last class done
Heading home.
Eyes meet
You sit
Behind the old man
The tired secretary
The hopeful yuppie who's smile
Is too big, too eager
With a glance he knows you belong to another
Wheels lurch
Springs groan
The bus moves through empty streets
To empty homes
Lights out
The secretary sleeps before the first turn
The old man reads the racing form by the light of an ancient yellow bulb
And the yuppie watches miniature ipod porn
Lights out
You move
I slide over
Bodies meet
Muffle cries
Fingers wet
Panties dropped
Zippers crackle
Inhaled
Engulfed
Cheap fabric on raw shoulders
One foot down, one leg up
Body split, raw pink
Congress on line 792
Lips cut
Bruises left
Skin marked, claimed
Bodies owned
The rolling stops
Others leave
We remain
We belong to the last stop
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Two rows from the back
With 12 empty before me
You enter last
Last class done
Heading home.
Eyes meet
You sit
Behind the old man
The tired secretary
The hopeful yuppie who's smile
Is too big, too eager
With a glance he knows you belong to another
Wheels lurch
Springs groan
The bus moves through empty streets
To empty homes
Lights out
The secretary sleeps before the first turn
The old man reads the racing form by the light of an ancient yellow bulb
And the yuppie watches miniature ipod porn
Lights out
You move
I slide over
Bodies meet
Muffle cries
Fingers wet
Panties dropped
Zippers crackle
Inhaled
Engulfed
Cheap fabric on raw shoulders
One foot down, one leg up
Body split, raw pink
Congress on line 792
Lips cut
Bruises left
Skin marked, claimed
Bodies owned
The rolling stops
Others leave
We remain
We belong to the last stop
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Friday, December 18, 2009
This is all about potential, about the anticipation, the next moment....
Thursday, December 17, 2009
By the light of the stars...
While working on Tuesday's Group Post, I wrote two versions. This one took 2nd in my head, but I still wanted to share it.....
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While tinkling under the light of the stars…..
It was late, I had downed too much water after a hot day in the waves, and it was dark. I was sleeping on the patio with three friends to make room in the beds for my brothers’ wives and kids, so I found the hand rail at the top of the stairs and made my way down to the beach. The sand was cool on top, but as I shifted my hips back and forth in a contorted white-man’s chicken-dance kind of move, I dug deeper and felt the day’s sun on the soles of my feet.
My obscenely loud surf shorts hit the sand, leaving me dressed in only the suit that God gave me. The cool breeze felt good on my sunburned skin, but also raised fears of shrinkage and stage fright. However, my need to pee overrode everything else and, as I looked up at the twinkling lights I let loose a long and powerful stream of relief. Resisting the urge to write my name in the sand, and worried that I would hit my shorts more than the sand, I settled on a simple plant-watering routine and helped the Aloe Vera plant take a salty, but much needed drink.
I guess the roar of the surf hid the sound of her approaching feet, but there was no hiding her voice.
“Hey buddy, mind doing that inside?”
Every muscle clenched, I stopped, and didn’t move. The smirk on the officer’s face was a barely controlled laugh as she walked around the Aloe plant to face me and my predicament.
“Why does everyone think they can pee on my beach?” She appeared to be younger than me by a handful of years and fresh out of the Academy but I couldn’t see her too well as her flashlight played over my face..
“I’m sorry officer, I’m staying in the house right here,” I went to point, but stopped in a lame attempt to keep myself covered.
She stepped closer to me, within inches, and told me to breathe out. As I did, she inhaled deeply.
“You’re not drunk.” She sounded disappointed, “but I should cite you for public indecency anyway.” She pulled her ticket book out of her hip holster, but then stopped. “Who lives in this house?
“Ben and Maggie Andrus” I stammered, still covering myself and squinting in the glare of the flashlight.
“Does Ms Andrus work at the Art School on Driftwood?”
“Yes, that’s here, she’s been there for about two years, that’s why they moved here.”
She holstered her ticket book and took a step back, my heart rate dropped a little. “Are you finished out here then?”
“Ummmm,” I didn’t know what to say, “not really.”
“OK,” the smirk returned as she directed her powerful light to my midsection, “Finish.”
I had been holding it in for several minutes now and the added pressure of a command audience, an audience with a loaded sidearm and a citation book, made it hard to get going again. “Really?”
“Really.” She wasn’t kidding.
I started to close my eyes in a vain attempt to block out the reality of the situation but she ordered me to look at her. “Just breathe deep and let yourself relax.” She took a stop closer, toying with me, “I don’t make you nervous do I?”
She placed her hand on my stomach and whispered “Relax.”
My head was spinning as I looked up at the millions of twinkling stars on the dark beach. I filled my lungs with the salty air and let it out slowly and felt my body relax and flow. I was watering the top of the plants now, not the base, as my body started responding to her touch and strange proximity.
By the time I was finished I was breathing deeply for another reason. “Don’t move.” She said.
Her hand wrapped around me and started moving slowly. Her long fingers were a perfect fit and she leaned her slim body against mine. The soft crashing of the waves 50 meters distant gave cover to our sounds. Hesitantly, I put my right arm around her to bring her close to me, the stiff material of her uniform rubbing against the tender pink skin of my chest. She, in turn, wrapped her free arm around my back, and continued her gentle work.
The stars above us were multiplying as street lights, home lights, and headlights turned off for the night. They came closer with each stroke and they started to flare and go nova in my sight. We hadn’t shared a single word, but she knew what was about to happen, it was her goal, and then she broke the silence, and gave me permission.
Barely able to breathe I looked down at the officer with the gun and was in a state of complete disbelief. I looked out over the waves and up at the stars as my body responded again and again to her encouraging words. Stars in my head and stars in the sky danced and spun and exploded like a million movie clichés. Moments passed, how many? I can not say. She continued her touch until she knew I was complete, and steady on my feet.
Our arms around each other, I held her tight, trying to absorb the moment into my memory forever.
Quietly, not wanting to break what ever night magic was happening, I asked her if I could return the favor.
“No,” she said just as quietly, “I’m here to protect, and to serve.” She looked up at me and smiled and licked a little bit of me off her knuckle and pulled away. “Say hi to Maggie for me.” she said as she walked over the sand, “I’m Officer Lewis, MK Lewis.”
I slipped back up the stairs and in to bed, and stared up to the night sky, wondering if they saw what just happened. If they could believe it any more than I could.
The next morning, over OJ and toast, raisin bread and bananas, I told Maggie that I had run into a friend of hers while walking along the beach.
“Oh!, Office Lewis is great,” she said with a genuine smile, “She comes by the school with donations and we see each other at community watch meetings, her brother is our neighbor a few houses up”
I stood to help clear the table.
“You should ask her out sometime, she has a huge crush on Ben, and since you are twins, she might go for you too.”
She laughed and turned to the dishes, leaving me standing there, thinking of what happened as I tinkled by the twinkling lights of night.
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While tinkling under the light of the stars…..
It was late, I had downed too much water after a hot day in the waves, and it was dark. I was sleeping on the patio with three friends to make room in the beds for my brothers’ wives and kids, so I found the hand rail at the top of the stairs and made my way down to the beach. The sand was cool on top, but as I shifted my hips back and forth in a contorted white-man’s chicken-dance kind of move, I dug deeper and felt the day’s sun on the soles of my feet.
My obscenely loud surf shorts hit the sand, leaving me dressed in only the suit that God gave me. The cool breeze felt good on my sunburned skin, but also raised fears of shrinkage and stage fright. However, my need to pee overrode everything else and, as I looked up at the twinkling lights I let loose a long and powerful stream of relief. Resisting the urge to write my name in the sand, and worried that I would hit my shorts more than the sand, I settled on a simple plant-watering routine and helped the Aloe Vera plant take a salty, but much needed drink.
I guess the roar of the surf hid the sound of her approaching feet, but there was no hiding her voice.
“Hey buddy, mind doing that inside?”
Every muscle clenched, I stopped, and didn’t move. The smirk on the officer’s face was a barely controlled laugh as she walked around the Aloe plant to face me and my predicament.
“Why does everyone think they can pee on my beach?” She appeared to be younger than me by a handful of years and fresh out of the Academy but I couldn’t see her too well as her flashlight played over my face..
“I’m sorry officer, I’m staying in the house right here,” I went to point, but stopped in a lame attempt to keep myself covered.
She stepped closer to me, within inches, and told me to breathe out. As I did, she inhaled deeply.
“You’re not drunk.” She sounded disappointed, “but I should cite you for public indecency anyway.” She pulled her ticket book out of her hip holster, but then stopped. “Who lives in this house?
“Ben and Maggie Andrus” I stammered, still covering myself and squinting in the glare of the flashlight.
“Does Ms Andrus work at the Art School on Driftwood?”
“Yes, that’s here, she’s been there for about two years, that’s why they moved here.”
She holstered her ticket book and took a step back, my heart rate dropped a little. “Are you finished out here then?”
“Ummmm,” I didn’t know what to say, “not really.”
“OK,” the smirk returned as she directed her powerful light to my midsection, “Finish.”
I had been holding it in for several minutes now and the added pressure of a command audience, an audience with a loaded sidearm and a citation book, made it hard to get going again. “Really?”
“Really.” She wasn’t kidding.
I started to close my eyes in a vain attempt to block out the reality of the situation but she ordered me to look at her. “Just breathe deep and let yourself relax.” She took a stop closer, toying with me, “I don’t make you nervous do I?”
She placed her hand on my stomach and whispered “Relax.”
My head was spinning as I looked up at the millions of twinkling stars on the dark beach. I filled my lungs with the salty air and let it out slowly and felt my body relax and flow. I was watering the top of the plants now, not the base, as my body started responding to her touch and strange proximity.
By the time I was finished I was breathing deeply for another reason. “Don’t move.” She said.
Her hand wrapped around me and started moving slowly. Her long fingers were a perfect fit and she leaned her slim body against mine. The soft crashing of the waves 50 meters distant gave cover to our sounds. Hesitantly, I put my right arm around her to bring her close to me, the stiff material of her uniform rubbing against the tender pink skin of my chest. She, in turn, wrapped her free arm around my back, and continued her gentle work.
The stars above us were multiplying as street lights, home lights, and headlights turned off for the night. They came closer with each stroke and they started to flare and go nova in my sight. We hadn’t shared a single word, but she knew what was about to happen, it was her goal, and then she broke the silence, and gave me permission.
Barely able to breathe I looked down at the officer with the gun and was in a state of complete disbelief. I looked out over the waves and up at the stars as my body responded again and again to her encouraging words. Stars in my head and stars in the sky danced and spun and exploded like a million movie clichés. Moments passed, how many? I can not say. She continued her touch until she knew I was complete, and steady on my feet.
Our arms around each other, I held her tight, trying to absorb the moment into my memory forever.
Quietly, not wanting to break what ever night magic was happening, I asked her if I could return the favor.
“No,” she said just as quietly, “I’m here to protect, and to serve.” She looked up at me and smiled and licked a little bit of me off her knuckle and pulled away. “Say hi to Maggie for me.” she said as she walked over the sand, “I’m Officer Lewis, MK Lewis.”
I slipped back up the stairs and in to bed, and stared up to the night sky, wondering if they saw what just happened. If they could believe it any more than I could.
The next morning, over OJ and toast, raisin bread and bananas, I told Maggie that I had run into a friend of hers while walking along the beach.
“Oh!, Office Lewis is great,” she said with a genuine smile, “She comes by the school with donations and we see each other at community watch meetings, her brother is our neighbor a few houses up”
I stood to help clear the table.
“You should ask her out sometime, she has a huge crush on Ben, and since you are twins, she might go for you too.”
She laughed and turned to the dishes, leaving me standing there, thinking of what happened as I tinkled by the twinkling lights of night.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Instruction in sex
I found this quote on "Quickies in New York" and I love it
“ Instruction in sex is as important as instruction in food; yet not only are our adolescents not taught the physiology of sex, but never warned that the strongest sexual attraction may exist between persons so incompatible in tastes and capacities that they could not endure living together for a week much less a lifetime
— George Bernard Shaw, Everybody’s Political What’s What, 1944 (via art-or-porn)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
By the twinkling lights of the.....
By the twinkling lights of the.....Christmas tree, she was waiting for me.
The light played off her newlywed skin
Young bodies in love
New to the sensation
Hungry for the finish
The unity
White points winking,
Reflecting off polished silver
Engraved with “1st Christmas”
Hanging from branches
Reflecting us, reflecting hope.
Under the twinkling lights
The blanket is pulled back,
Revealing love, desire, need,
An invitation to gifts freely given.
Crosby, then Elvis, then the Muppets
Give rhythm and soundtrack to heat
Light catches a tear, a shimmer
A glimmer of the pain felt,
By those so new to love and passion
Bodies move, the night crawls
Light glistens off wet flesh
Parted lips, pink skin
As Jesus, Santa, and the Grinch
All look down as the Christmas Trinity
Red and Green garland
With gilt edges and smiling elves
Wrap and restrain, hold and control
As holiday spankings
Remind us of naughty and nice
The lights twinkle
As bodies rest
Shimmering in sweat and sparkle
Spent, finished, gifts given and received
Packages and souls, bodies and bows
Opened, shared,
By the twinkling lights, she was waiting for me
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This was inspired by the Group Post arranged by Kimberly of "The Errant Wife"
Here is who is playing this week. Click on through...
Amy:http://www.moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com
Gray - http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Veronica: http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com
Dangerous Lilly: http://dangerouslilly.com
FG Sakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Topaz: http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
BDenied: http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper @ http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Ronjazz: www.ronjazz.blogspot.com
Hubman:http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com
Duchess: http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreaming: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com
Amy:http://www.moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com
Gray - http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Veronica: http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com
Dangerous Lilly: http://dangerouslilly.com
FG Sakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Topaz: http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
BDenied: http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper @ http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Ronjazz: www.ronjazz.blogspot.com
Hubman:http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com
Duchess: http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreaming: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com
Monday, December 14, 2009
About what I would guess.....
I took a quiz and they got it about right. I like to watch and think I'd like to be watched.
I'm not locked in to a Dom/Sub role, though my on-line play leans toward DOM.
I think "Switch" and "Experimental" would be highly correlated if your looked across many surveys
But most importantly, I don't see myself as "Vanilla" though my life is totally vanilla unless you think Involuntary Abstinence is a kink.
I'm not locked in to a Dom/Sub role, though my on-line play leans toward DOM.
I think "Switch" and "Experimental" would be highly correlated if your looked across many surveys
But most importantly, I don't see myself as "Vanilla" though my life is totally vanilla unless you think Involuntary Abstinence is a kink.
| Exhibitionist / Voyeur | | 100% |
| Switch | | 96% |
| Experimental | | 96% |
| Submissive | | 64% |
| Sadist | | 64% |
| Bondage | | 64% |
| Dominant | | 57% |
| Masochist | | 43% |
| Degradation Lover | | 25% |
| Vanilla | | 7% |
Thursday, December 10, 2009
A plug for a friend
A friend of mine has just launched a new jewelry collection on Etsy.com, a web-site devoted to hand made items. I think it's a great site with lots of interesting goodies.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/zeedubya
and if you order, don't tell her that I sent you (1) she has no idea about this blog and (2) I want it to stay that way.
But go and shop, buy if you like, and have a great day.....
http://www.etsy.com/shop/zeedubya
and if you order, don't tell her that I sent you (1) she has no idea about this blog and (2) I want it to stay that way.
But go and shop, buy if you like, and have a great day.....
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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