TMI - Lets get ready for some Football!

Super Bowl Sunday Celebration

(Sorry for posting late)

Even if their team is not going to the Super Bowl, millions of people love an excuse to party. So party we will. Tell us what your ideal Super Bowl Celebration (or any sports party) looks like by answering:

1. What’s your favorite _____ that you’ll serve at the party (name one item for each):

a. choice of beer/wine/distilled spirit/ - I'm not a drinker, so my parties are "dry", but I love getting a wide variety of "old fashioned" soft drinks from this little specialty shop at the mall.  Soda's in real glass bottles with flavors that have been out of circulation for years.  

d. choice of mixed drink - I like cranberry and OJ mixed, does that count?

e. choice of chip - With no booze, the food has to be good.  Home made potato chips might be on the menu, or if not that, several bags of chips from Chipotle or the Blue Iguana, hot out of the frier with their special guacamole and salsas.
f. choice of dip - mango salsa, fresh tomato, avacado, creamy cilantro, a spicy honey mustard, it's all there.
g. choice of take-out food (pizza, burgers, Chinese food, wings, etc) - Not in my house.
h. choice of homemade food - crock-pot Swedish meatballs with grape jelly, artichoke dip (sister), deviled eggs (Nan), and a great batch of brownies from my brother.
i. choice of salty food - The Chipotle chips are really hard to beat.
j. choice of sweet food - my brothers brownies, no thing illegal about them, but with a two layer mint topping to die for.

2. What will you wear at the party? - I have got to go shopping....   I need a pair of jeans with no paint, some NY Giants boxers, maybe a Patriot's hat, but the best place to get them is the swap meet in Downtown LA where NOTHING is official and the names of the teams, or the colors are always wrong.  Nothing beats a NY Giants ha in Red and Gold. 

3. You will be having your very own half time show at the football party. What is that half-time show? Briefly describe. - Yea, we'll be having a big old orgy during lunch.  We've got the tall hot chich with the bad foot, a skanky sister in law and her skank daughter for dancing, a 1/2 drunk brother-in-law with ED, and a mother in law with a bad hip.  It's going to be hot, but we have to be careful or the paramedics ruin things...

4. What team do you wish was playing in the Super Bowl? - The Seattle Seahawks and the New Orleans's Saints.

5. The NY Giants and New England Patriots are in Super Bowl 2012, who do you want to win?  (ummm…yeah, I had to google that info…LOL)  I could vote for the Patriots because of Tom Brady's wife (2) (3), but I have to go with the Giants, it's so nice to see a special-needs quarterback doing so well at the professional level. 

Bonus: Have you ever made a football (or Super Bowl) bet that involved sex? Tell us about your own Super Bowl of Sex.

Well, I've had season-ending sex where it was our last game together, I've had celebratory sex, (strangely enough we had celebration sex when we found out that we were pregnant for the first time), but I guess if you combine Sunday (a weekend away), lot of penalties (I say stupid stuff), a 1/2 time show (lunch with other guests at the B&B) , and a 1st and 2nd half, then it would be our trip to wine country a few years ago.  My sister got away for a weekend from her job and I had her come up to surprise my wife with a weekend away from the kids (2 at the time).  I had packed most of her stuff, so when sis showed up we were 90% ready to go.  We only drove for a couple of hours to where I had reservations at a great little B&B.  Saturday was spent in Wine Country, roaming the beautiful countryside and taking photographs at every turn.  The other B&B guests were terrific and our bed was amazing.  After a busy day Saturday, we ate a lite breakfast downstairs and then made love long and slow on top of this amazing down comforter. We watched some TV, and then I went down on her while she watched and, to her surprise, she came again.  We snuggled and napped and slept and woke up for lunch. It was kind of obvious we hadn't left the building, and the owner's wife gave my wife "that look" which made her blush.  We heard a run down of the other guest's day and had to admit we hadn't gotten out yet.  We went back upstairs and I took her by the hand and put the comforter on the floor and took her doggy style and she came again.  It was wonderful.  Finally she pulled me up on the bed and got on top.  With her naked body above me and her vibe buzzing contentedly between us we came together. 4 for her, 2 for me, and about 6 hours in bed.  That is a Super Sunday.

Bonus Bonus: Will you watch the Super Bowl? Do you even care about the Super Bowl? American football at all? What’s your can’t live without sport?

I think we are going to my mother-in-law's house, but we should go to my wife's brother's house.  He has a new 72" big screen in his new house and it's gorgeous.  He should host everything until the end of time. If we go, I'll watch, if we stay at home, the game will be on for a while and then we will 'just check' what is on Disney channel and that will be the end of it.  I'll keep track via SI.com, but I haven't watched a full game start-to-finish in years.  No big deal.  Maybe we'll send the kids away and have another Super Sunday of our own.  (just kidding, that will never happen)


The sport I can't live without.....?  None really.  I run, swim and train, but I'm too busy to sit and watch anything.  I will say that I'm thrilled that the LA Clippers are doing better, we need to take those Punk Lakers down a notch or two. 

Thanks to Virtual Sin for this week’s TMI Tuesday theme and help with the questions.

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Sunday Sacrilege - Who knows?

found on
http://petite-conne.tumblr.com/

Someone teased me about using too many naked nuns, but who could resist this one, and besides, I wanted to lighten the mood.


It's no secret I fantasize about the women I go to church with.  I wonder what they are like in bed, do the swallow and do they moan?


Is K as sexy as I hope she is or does she bitch about his technique like she complains about his job?


Is C the quiet girl at home, or does she spread those beautiful cheeks and beg to fucked in the ass, "Come on Mickey, you know you like it!"

And what about the pastor's wife?  With 6 kids she's got to like it a little, does her squirrly little laugh make him hard as she giggles and jiggles on top of him?


What are these women like.  JC is probably frigid, that's why R is so depressed, or maybe she's the Domme that no one suspects.  After all, she does have a thing for black leather boots.  And what about J?  Pudgy, funny, always smiling, dressing clothes a little too tight, but always, always holding her husband's hand and laughing.  Maybe she's the best lay of all, because she's happy.  




Who knows?  I don't, but I'm dying to find out.

be happier in the waiting.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and so does our mind.  We try to fill in the gaps with and explanation before one is even needed, and the immediacy of the Internet makes things worse.  We expect our "other" to be on-line and available all the time.  ALL the time, and when minutes, hours, or, heaven forbid, days go by, we assume the worst and we take that pre-emptive strike.    I'm old enough to remember writing letters, sending them off, and having to wait days for a phone call in return.  We've trained ourselves to expect NOW to be 10 seconds ago.  It's not good for any of us, so we are certainly with you in your worries, but I think we all need to relax a bit, and try to be happier in the waiting.


 I wrote this in response to a post by Luna Moon and I've been thinking about it more since then.

To be happy in the waiting.
To be confident in the silence.
To be content in knowing that we are loved and that we love in return.

It is hard to do in our digital age.  Politicians rise and fall minute by minute as fickle voters give them "Thumbs up" or "Thumbs Down" based on a zinger over health care, or a stupid statement over immigration.  Lovers come and go based on a good e-mail, a well chosen picture, or a poorly worded tweet.

Really?  did she just say what I thought she said?  She it out!  That bitch!  Oh, wait, you meant that "A storm is brewing was about the weather?  Oh, shit, I'm sorry.....Come back!  Damn, Oh well, who's next?

We fall in and out of infatuation too easily, too quickly in both directions, we are unhappy in the waiting.  I track 4 time zones on my phone in addition to the US zones that are readily recalled. I know when my "others" are awake and "should be" on-line to read my e-mails.  And 2 hours later, with no response, my thoughts race to explain, until I realize she turns off her phone at work or her hands are covered in paint, or the hospital doesn't allow cell phones because it makes patients explode.  Then I start tracking quitting time, and heaven help you if you go out to dinner with your husband and ignore ME for another hour, and damn why can't you play, where is everyone?????

We are impatient in the waiting  Test results take days, and we want our bad news in minutes.  We listen to the soundbite, but not the argument, we look for the zinger, but not the conclusion, we think mottoes are too long and bumper stickers could use some serious editing.

A friend is on hiatus from the Internet and it has taught me a lesson.  Write, wait, do something else, and then smile when her name appears.  She's still out there, she is still my friend, but her real life, her physical life, comes first, and that is a good thing.

As I have been home and not at my desk with a locked door for 8 hours, I learning patience, to turn off my phone and leave it off.  My friends are still there, being cute, losing weight, acting sexy, writing smut, making me cum, helping me smile.  I am finding joy in the waiting, because I know you are out there, waiting for me too.

Sex is important, right?

I am finding it more and more frustrating when people discounts the importance of sex in our lives.  I'm not talking about the "I'm so horny I could burst" importance, which is important, but the fundamental role that sex plays in our lives.  Every time I open blogger I read stories of passion and heartache over the role that sex, attraction, desire, release, and need play in our lives.

Some people have husbands that aren't interested, others have spouses that are cheating, or they are cheating themselves, some want spankings while others want intimacy.  Some want bondage and leather, while others want variety and group involvement.  The disjointed relationships make for interesting reading but they all point to our inability to honestly deal with the topic.  How nice it would be to bring up sexuality as we drive down the road or go shopping or chat over the phone during work.

"Honey, I enjoyed the sex last night, but I didn't cum and I want to take more time for myself tonight.  Maybe we could fuck after dropping the girls off at the church dance."

"Dear, how about we talk to the Andersons and see if they'd like to have sex with us next weekend.  I know you enjoy working with her in the PTA."

"Janice, I've noticed you looking bored during sex, how about some new toys or some pain play, and oh, yes, your Mom called and she's coming over for dinner on Sunday."

Instead we get so uptight, we deny that it's important, we pull back and censor ourselves again and again.  One of the reasons yesterday was so good for me was that I held my ground and asked for outdoor sex.  most of the time we hide our needs, we close our mouths and we put up with less than we want.

I want to be able to talk about sex with my friends from church without being labeled a pervert.  I want to understand the challenges that Mike and Daryl and Tony are facing withing them thinking I want to fuck them or their wives (even though Mike's wife is on the list).  I want parents and teachers and doctors to be able to say what needs to be said.

My wife and I struggle with this like most couples, but we are getting better.  I want her to express her desire more freely, and I want to be able to ask for things without being judged.  I don't expect her to agree to every request, but the conversation itself shouldn't be taboo.

"Dear, a few years ago we had anal and you came really hard and I loved the experience, can we try it again?"  Why is the question itself off-limits?

"You know I like it when you play with my nipples, I want you to be rougher with me, don't be afraid, I'll tell you if it's too much."

"Yes, I want to tie you to the headboard, the thought arouses me a great deal."

We need to be able to talk!!

This was all sparked by a great article that I've linked to below.  I think you'll enjoy it.

http://thechart.blogs.cnn.com/2012/01/27/why-i-orgasmed-in-an-mri-scanner/?hpt=hp_c2

How can the study of human sexuality be considered useless? This is something that is prevalent in each and every one of our lives. When we’re not having sex, we’re talking about it. When we’re not talking about it, we’re thinking about it. And when we’re not thinking about it, we worry that something is wrong with us.

Sex is a primary source of human motivation and can change the way we act and the way we feel in quite dramatic ways. And this isn’t something that occurs solely in the privacy of our bedrooms: You see sex at play in advertising and marketing, in problems in the work place, in self-esteem and identity, in pleasure and reward, and also in the spread of sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies.

A beautiful sunny day.....

There are reasons that homes in southern California are expensive:

We are close to the beach

We have Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and Knotts Berry Farm

We have skiing in the winter

And we have Hollywood!

But the main reason I'm willing to pay top dollar for my house in SoCal is the weather that allowed me to have sex on my trampoline in the middle of the afternoon on January 26th.

80 degrees, a slight wind to cool the skin, blue skies that made the white trim on my house pop out at you like the world's best Hi-Def television.  It was weather at its most perfect.  I woke up late this morning and made a mad dash to the gym to start my class on time.  Cruise Girl (really a woman almost my age) looked stunning and was chatty after class about a new job she may start soon.  I knew, even in the rush to get ready, that I wanted to have sex today.  The kids are in school, D1 and D2 had to stay late, I was caught up on my job hunting duties, and the calendar was open.

I dropped hints as soon as I got back from the gym, but she had calls to make and e-mails to write and a quick errand.  When she got through all that, the mood was still there and I let her know that I had my eye on some "outside play time".

"Outside?  Really?"  Not the most enthusiastic response, eh?

An hour later and one argument later, she decided that sex could be on the list.  I was pissy after the argument but when she brought up the idea I decided to go along with it.

"So where?  The couch? Bed?"

"Outside".  I was feeling bold, strong, and I wanted my outside time on such a beautiful day. Besides, I got to flex my Dom muscles earlier in the day and my blood was still up.

"OK, but move the trampoline next to the fence."

"Nope, but I will get the blankets."

I was holding my ground and smiled as she stripped down to her bra and panties.  I had already grabbed the lube and her vibrator and lead the way out the door.

There are really some times when sex is better than just sex, and this was one of them.  She was laughing through her nervousness, and, to her immense credit, didn't stop when I pulled the sheet back while her head bobbed up and down my cock.

"What if someone sees us?" she asked a dozen times.

"So what?" was my reply every time.  And every time we got started again.

The sky was so blue and her eyes, a matching shade, sparkled as she rolled them every time I pulled the sheets down.  Bare skin on a summer's day is.... wait, oh right, it's January!!!

I do so love California.

She climbed on top and let me finish hard though she told me to stop bouncing so much, and then we rolled over, got her vibe,, and within seconds and a few light touches, she moaned her approval and came.

The phone rang as we rested, sweaty under a sheet in 80f weather, but satiated for the moment and very happy for a bit. 

Call my realtor and tell her I'm never moving.

At the kitchen table....

A friend of mine said she liked my blog because I didn’tfeel compelled to talk about sex all the time. Well, she may want to skip this post.

At the kitchen table, just 12 paces away (I chacked, and we have a small house) sits my wife and her best friend.  I’ve been banished tothe office to “work”, “watch Jon Stewart” and “update my resume.”  But when those words come out of my wife’s mouth, all I hear is “Wank”,“watch porn”, and “update Tumblr”

Sitting next to her is her best friend, one of them, at least, and by far the prettiest.  No, not the prettiest.  Cindy is pretty, Jane is sexy.  She is slim, exotic, beautiful brown eyes, a tight little ass, surgically enhanced breasts (that didn’t need it in the first place), and short cropped hair, just right for the pulling.  As they sit and talk, I am on the phone witha friend, guiding her as she drives, not with direction, for she knows the way to Target quite well enough, but with instructions. 

     She is driving a quiet road, little traffic, and my instructions are clear.     
     What are you wearing?
     Jeans, lime green panties, black t-shirt, white bra, you know, the one with the front hook.
     Unclasp your bra and play with your left nipple
     She gasps and moans as I lead her to touch and pinch and pull, then caress
     Make a fist with your free hand,and with the fist, begin tapping your clit through your jeans
     What the fuck?
     Do it.
     I can hear her breathingchange as she obeys. 
     Roll down the window
     She complies and the sounds ofthe street add to her voice as her rhythmic pounding continue
     Harder
     Oh, oh, oh, her voice tightens
     Harder!
      Oh God, oh fuck….Please, please, please…..
     Please what?  You know I hate incomplete questions
     Oh god, please, please may I cum, I’m so wet, I’m so…. Please Master.
     HARDER! 

I can almost hear her fist hitting against her swollen clit, trapped within her damp jeans, wrapped up in almost translucent cotton as her panties absorb as much as they can.
     Who is your Master?
     You are.
     Who is my slut?
     I am.
     Then you may cum.

Her voice fills the car and rolls out her window on to the street.  A passerby from across the street looks her way and they make eye contact.  She laughs and moans as her orgasm spreads and soaks her.  I can hear it in her voice that she is not finished.

     How long until Target?
     I can see it.
     Park, quickly.
     Tell me about her, the friend
     You want to hear my fantasy about another woman?
     Yes Master, I want to hear it.

She’s 5’4”, 5”8 in her high heeled boots.  Snooty, an arrogant air about her, but fun, and flirty, and a fan of mine. She always talks to me, conversations full of hints and allegations, but no plans.  We talk for 10, 15 minutes before she even asks to talk to my wife, and then I get the look, the “why were you talking to her for so long?” look.  I just laugh and hand over the phone.

     So, you want me to tell you how I’m going to fuck her?
     Yes Master, tell me.
     And what will you be doing while you listen?
     I’ve parked, I’m secluded.  May I touch myself?
     You may touch yourself.  Good girl.

Jane is in jeans, high heeled boots, a green shirt, and brown leather jacket. Very cute.  Her jeans are tight and they highlight her slender hips. Over lunch they laugh until I hear the phone ring.  My wife takes it, greeting the head of the student association on the phone and she makes her apologies and steps in to the back room to take the call.

I walk out and greet her.  The boy, her son, plays blissfully in the yard.  I stand close to her, too close as she sits at the table eating her burrito, and she asks how long my wife will be on the phone. 

“20 minutes, at least.  There was a problem at the school today.  They will be a while.”

“OK”

My hand drifts to her shoulder, to her collar bone, and then down her blouse, cupping her right breast in my hand and finding the nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.  It is firm, and tight, and I roll in in my fingers, making it grow.  She shifts and I reciprocate and my hand is on bare skin, cupping her, feeling the weight as she stifles a gasp.

“20 minutes?  Are you sure?”

“18 now.  Don’t waste my time.”

She unbuttons to give me better access and turns to face me, quickly unzipping my jeans and freeing my cock from inside my boxer shorts.  Her mouth is warm and tight as she envelopes me.

     Oh fuck yes (my phone friend responds). 
     All the while I hear her gasping and touching as she has permission.

Her small mouth is heaven around me as I begin to move in and out.  With the clock ticking in my head. I debate what to do next, but the answer comes quickly.

I take her by the hand and move in to the living room.  My wife's voice is muffled through the bedroom door and I pause to make sure the conversation is still in full swing.  Jane is already unbuttoning her jeans and I kneel in front of her and slip them down.  I reach past the couch and open the windows and then do the same behind the TV.  The open windows force her to be quiet, and the cross-breeze will carry the fragrance of our coupling outside.  Stacks of folded laundry remain on the floor from the previous night and I grab a gym towel and lay it over the arm rest.  I turn her around and pull her jeans over her hips and down to her thighs.  Small expensive panties barely cover her and
the wet spot is evident and makes me smile.

Pulling it aside I devour her.

     Oh GOD!  She screams over the phone.  Please, please, please.......
     Not yet, I want your fingers in deep, that's what you wanted, right?
     To be fucked in the parking lot like a little slut?
     Yes, Yes, Yes... please master, Please let me cum.
     Not yet.

Jane's wetness drips and I am thankful for the towel's protection.  The new couches don't need to be stained, yet.  I pull her cheeks open and taste her from front to back, coating her with our shared juices as she jogs in place to get her pants over her knees and to the floor.  I pull her boots off and she reaches back to replace my tongue with her fingers, holding herself wide for me, playing with herself, keeping the momentum building.

     Please, please....
     I can hear her voice changing from playful obedience to genuine need. 
     She reaches a point when we play where want becomes pain if I don't release her.
     Spread it wide for me!
     YES!
     DEEPER FOR ME!
     Yes, fuck, yes. please, please please.

My fantasy is becoming reality for her as her orgasm builds in the Target parking lot. 

     Where should I cum?  I ask, allowing her to finish the fantasy for me.  Where?
     In my pussy, cum in her pussy Master.

I stand behind Jane and place my hand on her head and press her down over the arm of the sofa.  Her body is offered in fevered need and I slide inside with a single stroke.

     As I share my fantasy my phone explodes with her voice and
     I know without a doubt that she is under my hand and all mine.

The rest of the fantasy is lost in her screaming as I sit quietly at my desk, listening to Jane's laugh as my wife says something funny.

The panting on the other end of the phone thrills me, and I smile, and wish her happy shopping.

We hang up, I stroll in to the kitchen, wondering if Jane will see just how glad I am to see her.

TMI Jan 23 - Choices

Would you rather…?

I am a Graham Norton fan. He has a newish show called “Would You Rather” that airs on BBC America (you know the Top Gear-Gordon Ramsay channel…ugh!!). I grabbed these fun questions from WYR.

1. Would you rather wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years or wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for 1 year? Explain.

This is an easy one.  The socks, because very few beautiful women are going to pull my socks down for a toe-job.  On the other hand....

2. Would you rather eat a baby or be eaten by a giant baby? Explain.

Define "baby"....  I eat baby chickens, cows, and corn all the time.  If we are talking human babies, ICK.  That being said, I would have to go with "be eaten" since I assume that most babies don't have many teeth so it might be just like a giant baby gum massage.  Also, in the middle, the baby might get thirsty, which means he would nurse on giant mommy breasts, and hey, if you have to go, I can't think of worse ways than latching on to a giant mommy nipple.

3. Would you rather steal money from your Grandfather in the past or steal money from a Grandchild in the future? Why?

I've done both, as is anyone who is getting social security, unemployment (me), or is getting more in government benefits than the taxes we pay.  Every dollar of deficit spending we approve by sending idiots back to Washington (or London, or Moscow, or Rome) we are stealing from our kids, and it's not chump change any more, it's real money.

4. Would you rather be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats or put a large jar full of bees (opened) in your pants?

OK, for this I will change my answer to #1 and vote for the smelly underwear in exchange for a good pair of running shoes, and then vote for the vampire bats.  The smell might keep them away, and, I'm very good at holding still.  And I like the dark.  On the other hand, if my underwear is crusty enough, the bees might not be able to sting through it.

5. Would you rather be a person with a head that is noticeably big for your body or have a head that is disproportionately small compared to the rest of your body?

Option A would go along with the saying, "Big Head, Big...... Hat" but, my head is too big as it is and I cant find hats that fit, so women would think I have a big dick if I had a big head (2 big heads, eh), but, with a small head, I could wear cooler hats, thereby seducing more women.  Size Queens or Quantity....  It's a tough decision, I'll go with small head, busy penis.

Bonus (not from WYR): Would you rather have sex, with your significant other, in a sex club with all eyes and a spotlight on you OR would you rather get gang-banged & groped in darkness by a bunch of strangers.

YES and YES!  Don't make me choose!  Of course, as a guy, being the center of a gang-bang might get a little sore after a while, and the spotlight brings performance pressure, dang it, can I just be the camera man when you answer the question?

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Monday Rambling

Rainy
Cold
Quiet
Lonely

Lonely?  or a bit bored.

Too wet to clean out the garage, too early for porn, no one to play with, too sick to have sex, a car that's on the fritz....  Ugh, what a Monday.

So what is a boy to think about?

I think about my job hunt, my budget, the stresses of being home 24/7, my need for my friends and time at the gym.  I think about NOT eating too much while at home and not spending too much when not.  I miss my daily hot chocolate and seeing EZ in the coffee room.  I miss time on skype and chat and the interaction (naught and nice) with my friends, I think about building shelves and doing crown molding and wonder if I will ever WANT to go to work again.

I think about missing my admin and others...  Agh, what a self-pity fest this is. Enough of that.  It's not even really self-pity, just a change of scenery. 

But what to think about.

I could think about politics (frustrating), the economy (depressing), the future (intriguing)....  lots of options.


Maybe I just need to keep it simple and think about this

and, as it turns out, it's not too early for porn.   :-)
This one cracks me up because it shows just how fake it all is
Sometimes there is just too much equipment
I sent this to a friend
and she sent this in response, she said it helped her climax, and I like knowing that.


So everyone have a good Monday, and don't click on anything if you are work.  Having one of us out of work is plenty.

xoxo

Sunday Sacrilege - Come Follow me

Come follow me, the worlds most simple, yet profound invitation.

Seems like Twitter could have used a different word

Rainy Day

I woke up at 5:45 am this morning to hear the first real rain in weeks falling on my roof.  I love my house in the rain.  It's small enough, with almost no attic, to hear the rain come through the shingles and roof joists and right in to my bedroom.  Years ago, when I had a chance to travel more, I stayed in a small house with a tin roof.  The thunderstorms the blew across the plains would explode in the small space between the tin roof, giving you the feeling of being in the middle of the storm as you stayed deep inside your bed and relished the power of mother nature.

As a kid, my dad's house over looked our valley and we could see storms building, the clouds growing, and soon enough they would hit our side of the mountain, rise up, and dump their drops on the ground below.  We kept old mattresses handy, retired after  years of of use, and would lay out on the sun porch and watch the storms, in the summer we would sleep out and listen to the rain and watch the lightening light up the lake below.

Today I let the rain put me back to sleep as my youngest padded in to the living room to watch Phineas and Ferb or play on my phone.  A head cold and a runny nose put me on the "no sex" list, but I snuggled in close to my wife and felt her hips next to mine as we spooned through the rain.  My alarm went off (much too loudly but my new phone won't go any softer) and I decided to let my oldest skip her Saturday run with the team.  Technically the Saturday runs are voluntary but I never let her miss them.  They are the times when the get in to the mountains and run the trails and show the coach their dedication and progress.  But I don't need her turning an ankle on a muddy trail, or worse, getting her new shoes dirty.

Today will be quiet, an inside day, perhaps a day to see "Beauty and the Beast" in 3D to keep daughter #2 happy.  It will be as good as the regular version, a little more interesting because of the 3D novelty, but mostly a way to think about a different version of Beauty and the Beast that I would like.

I won't get in to it, but I'm torn, like most parents, about the Disney's dead moms, missing Dads, and princesses of various levels of needy.  I like the movies, but I want to make sure that my daughters aren't just sitting around waiting for someone to save them.  My oldest is almost 16 and is very social, but very much a tomboy and intrigued and disgusted by boys in equal measure.  And that's OK with me.

The family is waking up and the day will be upon me soon.  Have a wonderful weekend, enjoy the day, and say something nice to someone who needs to hear it.

XOXO

Advizor

Just a flash of fiction....

While there was no official Flash Fiction Friday today, I wanted to say something, but I find myself strangely passive when it comes to fiction these days. Maybe there is plenty of real life drama (nothing serious, but the job hunt, being at home, no privacy, a crazy sister-in-law etc), that writing long erotic pieces doesn't make it to the top of the priority list.

I browse through the beautiful pictures on Tumblr for inspiration, but they are all too perfect, to posed, to porn-star, too self-aware.  There is no story behind them.

Occasionally one appears that catches my eye.  While all of them are unique, none of them are different.  They play on variations of  theme, beauty, passion, lust, control, dominance, tenderness.  Some styles are harsh, others are soft and subtle, some are brightly lit and just scream out "Put me in Hustler!"  Others whisper their seductive thoughts.

Some tumblrs have a very specific theme, while others offer a wide range of the same thing.  But what is missing?  Why can I page through endless pictures of beautiful women and not feel a thing?  Because they don't tell a story.

The idea behind flash fiction, it's genius, is in the pictures chosen.  The intrigue, the invitation to open the door instead of unzip your pants. 

A good picture captures a moment,
a sexy picture captures a mood,
but a great picture asks you a question. 

What's next, where is she going?  Who is waiting for her? Is she arriving or leaving?
And where did she get those fabulous shoes?

I like flash fiction because it challenges me, it gets me out of the self-selected pictures that know I'm going to like, and make me deal with someone else's ideas.  It's a great exercise, a lot of fun, and yes, occasionally it does involve the unzipping of pants.

Have a great weekend!!

Don't blame me....

I've been looking for it for years....

They can't find it either

I'ts not in here!

Research Sample Size = 3

As I harden....

Take me me when I am soft.
Wake me with your kisses and
bring me to restless awakenings.

Take me in and feel me
Feel me grow and fill you
take me and pull me in
encourage me with smiles I can feel

Don't stop when I am ready,
linger, enjoy the moments
as I grow to fullness and stand
ready for you,
a product of your loving ministrations

Don't rush,
there is no "main event"
better than this
to be cared for
loved, taken in warmly
as you tease, tug, pull, and suck.

I won't talk,
I won't break your concentration
with moans and gasps that
make it too real for you.
I will relax, and enjoy
and beg you in my heart to never
ever
stop.

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Pictures are courtesy of Drenched and Delicous.

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and here is one more...

On the Hunt....

Today the kids went back to school, the house is quiet, though I'm not there right now.  I'm at Pete's Coffee next to my gym and I'm hanging out, nursing a hot chocolate, wondering what to do next as my wife has informed me that she'd be "more comfortable" if I started looking for a job sooner than later.

So today is "sooner."

I'm going to be journeling my job hunt on a separate blog, but it's going to be "real" so my family can see what's going on without calling me about it all the time.  I also need to show that I'm actually doing something.  

So what is next, what is first in a modern-day job hunt?  I haven't had to "get" a job ever, really.  My first job was inherited from my older brother, delivering weekly drug-store fliers.  After that my friend's dad gave me a job cleaning up construction sites, then it was the local amusement park, but they hired everyone without a criminal record so that wasn't much of a stretch.  After high school it was back in to construction for a different friend's company and then my best friend got me a job on campus, then my professor hired me, then my adviser got me in with city govt.  Out of college it was a 2 week temp job that turned in to 8 years, then I jumped to a vendor who loved me and then back down to a client that loved me even more, and now it's my 47th year and I have to go "find" a job.  

So, I will be updating LinkedIn, my local govt job listing, theladders.com, and calling 3-5 recruiters that have worked with friends of mine.  Other friends have been generous with job ideas, postings at their companies, and willingness to make introductions.  My good friend was also laid off at the end of the year, like me, and just accepted an offer and starts next week.  When I talked to him he was happy for a job but really wanted to take a longer break.  In today's economy he made the wise choice and grabbed a  good job with a decent commute and kept his wife happy.  I am in no mood to go back to work yet, but if something comes along i may cave to the same pressures and go back to work.  I want to be "off" for a while, but that may not happen.

Who knows, maybe I'm not as wonderful as I think and I'll be asking for a job as a barrista instead of gnawing on my empty cup of hot chocolate.

xoxo

TMI - Who Do?

TMI Tuesday: January 17, 2012

Posted on January 16, 2012

Happy TMI Tuesday. Let’s play Hoo Doo (Who Do?). Answer the following questions and elaborate as you wish. Your answers can be real and truthful, fun and flirty, or crazy and whacky.
Who or Who(m) do you want to:


A disclaimer.....I have a whole list of answers to these questions involving other bloggers.  Some answers are just one special name, some could be a list, some should be a list, and some are too real and too personal to mention.  Some answers would be reciprocated, others would not.  So I hesitate to answer too honestly, for as much as we share on-line, we rarely share the names of other bloggers were involved with.  So, as I sit here at Starbucks, fresh from the gym, I think about who I can put on the list...


Also, I'm in a Starbucks with limited privacy and lots of old people around and so I really can't link to many "interesting" pictures.  Just getting the Anne Hatheway link got me odd looks from old ladies.  But one of them smiled.


1. Play naked twister with?
     Old School - Christie Brinkley - My first SI crush

     Obvious - Brooklyn Decker - Current SI Crush
     A challenge - Yelena Isinbayeva
     
2. Love?
     Most celebrities aren't worthy of love, but my bloggers are
     UKPR, The Artist, The Runner, Kick-Boxer, The Admin, My Southern Belle, My Coffee Friend, and others who know how much they mean to me.


3. Excites you beyond belief?
        My Shrink, My Whore, My Slut, My Friend, My Boot Camp Instructor, My wife's best friend, Tall boy's wife, My wife when she let's me... Do I really have to list them?  If we go back to celebrities we can start with Anne Hatheway and end with Keira Knightly. 


4. Enjoy ass play with?
     She knows who she is, and her voice sends me in to outer space every time she completes a command.  Of course, I could use with some more "friendly chat" time as well.


5. Shower with?
      Tall Boy's Wife, a friend at church, has got the most beautiful porcelain skin.  She is demure, sincere, has a stunning smile and would fit perfectly in my arms.  I can imagine the hot water cascading over her hair as she arches her back and pulls her long black locks out of her face.  


In close 2nd is Wife's Best Friend, tall, leggy blonde who flirts just enough to keep me smiling.  Her shower is next to her pool on a hot summer's day.  She climbs out of the pool in the black bikini that she wears only for me.  With a gentle tug on for tied strings, it falls to the ground and she steps under the water with me.


And, of course, the really cute blonde that just walked in to the coffee shop would be a perfectly fine substitute if others weren't available.


6. Undress?
     My admin, no doubt.  I have bought her so many clothes that I want the chance to pull them off her once.


7. Rim?
      My Coffee friend, oh, and Gloria from the bus, she admitted wanting more anal play from her boyfriend.  I offered and she about chocked on her breakfast bagel.  She thought I was joking.


8. Elope with?
      Are you kidding?  If I'm ever single, I'm not getting married again.  Why, why, why?


Bonus: Who do you want to wake up in the arms of? Why?

Because it would be amazingly fun to spend the  rest of the day with her.  

   

I know these answers aren't very interesting since I'm not linking to real people or their wonderful, amazing and sexy blogs and tumblrs.  But they know who they are, they know how much they mean to me.




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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!