Friday, April 22, 2011
That damn dream
I can't get my dream out of my head. I don't know how to explain it, but I miss her, and don't even know who she is! I remember feeling this attraction to her that I have never ever ever felt before, and when we kissed, I felt something. A real something. I want to meet her, and have found myself scanning the crowds today for her. I don't really know what she looks like, but maybe when I see her I will know. Or maybe it was just a dream and I am being stupid.
Had a cool dream last night..........
I had a cool dream last night. I don't know who the mystery woman from my dreams is, but I can tell you that she has sandy blonde hair, about shoulder length, has a small frame, and wore perfume that was intoxicating. We were working together, and we were working very closely. I don't know how I know, but I knew she was married. There was this fierce sexual tension between us and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. At one point, while I was sitting down, leaned around me to grab something, and her neck ended up very close to my mouth. I whispered to her that she smelled really good. She then moved in closer to me, askin how good she smelled. I told her that she smelled too good, and fighting control, moved away. We were alone in this conference room of sorts, so she gets right up in my face, our lips just an inch apart, and asks me what I am thinking. I remember trying to act professional, all the while wanting to kiss her..................
The next thing I know, we are in a room and we are kissing. I ask her about her husband, and she doesn't answer...............we are too much in to each other. We are still clothed at this point, but my hand is down her pants fingering her pussy that was so wet, it had soaked through her jeans. But there was someone in the room watching us, and I know it wasn't her husband, it was someone that I knew, and I didn't get the feeling that they were watching in like in a gross way, I felt like they were watching just to watch.
Then, I am laying on my stomach and she is kissing the back of my legs. I was just laying there, talking to this other person like it was a normal thing...........then she stuck her finger in my butt. Now, if you are a constant reader of this, you know my fascination with anal...........But in my dream, although I didn't hate it, it was unexpected and I remember saying to the person in the room, "This chick is kinky!"
I remember telling my new lover that I had to go pee.............and I woke up. The ONE thing that sticks out in my mind more than any other part of the dream was her leaning in next to me, her hair brushing past my lips, her neck close enough to kiss and smelling her sweet perfume. I can't get it out of my mind.
The next thing I know, we are in a room and we are kissing. I ask her about her husband, and she doesn't answer...............we are too much in to each other. We are still clothed at this point, but my hand is down her pants fingering her pussy that was so wet, it had soaked through her jeans. But there was someone in the room watching us, and I know it wasn't her husband, it was someone that I knew, and I didn't get the feeling that they were watching in like in a gross way, I felt like they were watching just to watch.
Then, I am laying on my stomach and she is kissing the back of my legs. I was just laying there, talking to this other person like it was a normal thing...........then she stuck her finger in my butt. Now, if you are a constant reader of this, you know my fascination with anal...........But in my dream, although I didn't hate it, it was unexpected and I remember saying to the person in the room, "This chick is kinky!"
I remember telling my new lover that I had to go pee.............and I woke up. The ONE thing that sticks out in my mind more than any other part of the dream was her leaning in next to me, her hair brushing past my lips, her neck close enough to kiss and smelling her sweet perfume. I can't get it out of my mind.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Vegas, always interesting.
Been in Vegas only a couple of days, and the list of what I have seen makes me wonder why I don't live in this wonderful town. I have seen a hooker having sex with a guy in a wheelchair in the back alley area of a casino, watched a group of cops chase a naked man down the street and tackle him, saw 2 guys on the hood of a police car while a drug dog sniffed through their car, watched a lady old enough to know Abraham Lincoln win over a hundred thousand dollars on a slot machine, watched a guy argue with his wife on the phone because she saw a picture of him on facebook at a strip club, watched a drunk guy spill 3 racks of silver dollars on the floor and then struggle to pick it all up...........................What a wonderful place! Not to say I haven't had a good time. One of my Vegas coworkers is 3rd generation local, and took me on a big tour of Vegas last night. It's odd, when I think of Vegas, I think of all the casino's, strip clubs, bars, etc. But she took me to some places that make you forget that your in Las Vegas. There are some very nice areas, but they all seem to be right on the edge of areas that would make your skin crawl. Tomorrow night she is taking me out to a few places, and then Saturday I am meeting up with Lorie to go to her "Hollywood" party.
Oh yeah, before I forget.............I seem to have pretty good luck at casinos, and last night was no exception. I was waiting on the casino floor to go to dinner, and was sitting at a dollar poker machine. I was only playing a dollar at a time, and I think I got it up to like $8 or something. I hit a full house and got it up to like $25. I was blindly playing, just watching all the people, only barely paying attention when I got dealt 10, J, Q, A of clubs. I just KNEW I wouldn't hit the royal, hit the deal button and turned around to see what all the hootin and hollerin was behind me. I sat there watching this couple going crazy over something, when I noticed that my machine was also making a ton of noise. I turn around to see the K of clubs that made my royal flush. I won $1025, and had I been doing the max bet, would have been the progressive jackpot of $13000 and some change. Still fuckin cool.
Oh yeah, before I forget.............I seem to have pretty good luck at casinos, and last night was no exception. I was waiting on the casino floor to go to dinner, and was sitting at a dollar poker machine. I was only playing a dollar at a time, and I think I got it up to like $8 or something. I hit a full house and got it up to like $25. I was blindly playing, just watching all the people, only barely paying attention when I got dealt 10, J, Q, A of clubs. I just KNEW I wouldn't hit the royal, hit the deal button and turned around to see what all the hootin and hollerin was behind me. I sat there watching this couple going crazy over something, when I noticed that my machine was also making a ton of noise. I turn around to see the K of clubs that made my royal flush. I won $1025, and had I been doing the max bet, would have been the progressive jackpot of $13000 and some change. Still fuckin cool.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Random text messages!
So, since last week, I have been getting a bunch of forward texts from a number I don't recognize. Because this cell phone is fairly new to me, and has a Las Vegas number, it's not much of a stretch to think that this person is texting someone that used to have this number. I have never responded to the texts, and although most of them were pretty harmless "jokey" kind of texts, a few have been downright gross, albeit funny. Each time I get one, I tell myself that I am going to respond and tell them that whoever used to have my number, doesn't have it anymore. But every time I get one, I am not in a position to stop what I am doing to answer the random text. That is until last night. So, I get a text askin what I was doin from that number. I was bored so I answered back.
THEM: hey watcha doin?
ME: nuthin, just chillin. andu?
THEM: same same. havent seen u in a while
ME: ya been busy
THEM: we shud get 2gether
ME: maybe but i got a lot goin on
THEM: like what?
ME: just stuff?
THEM: what kinda stuff?
So at this point, I really don't know if I am talkin to a guy or a girl. My guess, I am talkin to a guy, but I try to find out.
ME: workin, playin
THEM: oh. So lets get together
ME: cant. im outa town
THEM: where?
ME: outa town. u askin for a booty call or sumpin
THEM: ya right, like you have such a great dick i gotta have u. jus wonderin
THEM: whatever.
ME: u jus askin a bunch of questions like u was checkin up on me
THEM: u really outta town?
ME: yeah. u should send me a pic
THEM: what 4? u got plenty of them from b4
ME: ya buts that been a while
About ten minutes go by and nothin. The game has already lost its appeal, and I am now bored with it anyhow. Then I get another text. I open it up, and it is this little EMO chick with zebra hair taking of pic of herself in a bathroom mirror. She was nice to look at, but now I feel bad. I just get ready to text back, when I get another, then another, then another, then another. 6 more pictures in all. I saw enough of her to damn near give her a gyno exam.
ME: thanx for da pics
HER: yep, now ur turn.
ME: I can't. I don't even know u.
HER: what?
ME: I don't know you. Whoever you think has this number is not who has it now
HER: whatever weener!
ME: No really, my name is samantha.
HER: really?
ME: ya. sorry i was bored
HER: really? really?
So I took a picture of myself and sent it to her, and never got a text back the rest of the night. It was pretty fuckin hilarious to be honest with you. I did kind of feel bad for a second, but that feeling has past.
THEM: hey watcha doin?
ME: nuthin, just chillin. andu?
THEM: same same. havent seen u in a while
ME: ya been busy
THEM: we shud get 2gether
ME: maybe but i got a lot goin on
THEM: like what?
ME: just stuff?
THEM: what kinda stuff?
So at this point, I really don't know if I am talkin to a guy or a girl. My guess, I am talkin to a guy, but I try to find out.
ME: workin, playin
THEM: oh. So lets get together
ME: cant. im outa town
THEM: where?
ME: outa town. u askin for a booty call or sumpin
THEM: ya right, like you have such a great dick i gotta have u. jus wonderin
THEM: whatever.
ME: u jus askin a bunch of questions like u was checkin up on me
THEM: u really outta town?
ME: yeah. u should send me a pic
THEM: what 4? u got plenty of them from b4
ME: ya buts that been a while
About ten minutes go by and nothin. The game has already lost its appeal, and I am now bored with it anyhow. Then I get another text. I open it up, and it is this little EMO chick with zebra hair taking of pic of herself in a bathroom mirror. She was nice to look at, but now I feel bad. I just get ready to text back, when I get another, then another, then another, then another. 6 more pictures in all. I saw enough of her to damn near give her a gyno exam.
ME: thanx for da pics
HER: yep, now ur turn.
ME: I can't. I don't even know u.
HER: what?
ME: I don't know you. Whoever you think has this number is not who has it now
HER: whatever weener!
ME: No really, my name is samantha.
HER: really?
ME: ya. sorry i was bored
HER: really? really?
So I took a picture of myself and sent it to her, and never got a text back the rest of the night. It was pretty fuckin hilarious to be honest with you. I did kind of feel bad for a second, but that feeling has past.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Only a few minutes today
I wanted to answer a couple of comments.
First, my blog is not fiction. With that said, I will admit that there are some things that I will add that help the "story" flow better. I don't exactly carry around a recorder so I can transcribe each and every conversation during the day and mark down a timeline of exactly when things happened. I write my blog for myself, and it is awesome that people read it. But I have been independent and alone for most of my adult life. I have no parents, no siblings and only a few close friends. This blog is my way of talking to someone about my day, and it helps me in ways that I can't even describe. I would like any new readers to go back to the beginning and start reading there. It will tell you a lot about me.
As far as me getting horny when I work out........................I still find it interesting that working out is one of the many strange things that will arouse me for no good reason. The list is too long to put everything down, but here are a few more things. The smell of LoveSpell on someone else, walking in the rain, smelling freshly shampooed hair, slightly damp hair, the coolness of skin after being wet or swimming...............so yeah, whatever. LOL.
I have another poll question for you: Now this question is not for everyone, so only answer if you have a good comment. I will explain the reasoning for my question after..........
Does watching two people of the same sex having sex turn you on? What if those two people are the same sex as you? What if they are the opposite sex of you?
Here is the reason I ask. I was put in a position last night to watch two guys having sex. I was having coffee in a coffee shop, doing some work when 2 guys struck up a conversation with me. Somehow it turned to sex, and I found out that these 2 men were a couple. Then it came up that it would be hot if I were to watch them have sex. (Their idea). At first it was said jokingly, but half an hour later, it became more serious. I honestly thought about it, but also thought it was weird that they asked. I declined their offer, and a few minutes later we parted ways. When I got back to the hotel, I thought about it more. I watched a couple of emo-boys kind of have sex at a party a long time ago, but it was weird and it felt odd. So, I watched a gay porno last night. The first one I clicked on was a couple of hairy dudes and that turned my stomach. Then I happened upon one of a couple of muscle type guys in the shower. It didn't exactly turn my stomach, but it did nothing for me. The last video I clicked on was of two guys in their early twenties probably and it was pretty hot. When they got to licking each others asses, that was fucking gross, but everything else was kind of okay. It looked like they were genuinely "in to each other" and liked what they were doing. It didn't really turn me on, but it got the juices flowing, and I clicked off of it thinking that I should have taken them up on their offer. I HAVE A WEIRD FUCKING LIFE!
First, my blog is not fiction. With that said, I will admit that there are some things that I will add that help the "story" flow better. I don't exactly carry around a recorder so I can transcribe each and every conversation during the day and mark down a timeline of exactly when things happened. I write my blog for myself, and it is awesome that people read it. But I have been independent and alone for most of my adult life. I have no parents, no siblings and only a few close friends. This blog is my way of talking to someone about my day, and it helps me in ways that I can't even describe. I would like any new readers to go back to the beginning and start reading there. It will tell you a lot about me.
As far as me getting horny when I work out........................I still find it interesting that working out is one of the many strange things that will arouse me for no good reason. The list is too long to put everything down, but here are a few more things. The smell of LoveSpell on someone else, walking in the rain, smelling freshly shampooed hair, slightly damp hair, the coolness of skin after being wet or swimming...............so yeah, whatever. LOL.
I have another poll question for you: Now this question is not for everyone, so only answer if you have a good comment. I will explain the reasoning for my question after..........
Does watching two people of the same sex having sex turn you on? What if those two people are the same sex as you? What if they are the opposite sex of you?
Here is the reason I ask. I was put in a position last night to watch two guys having sex. I was having coffee in a coffee shop, doing some work when 2 guys struck up a conversation with me. Somehow it turned to sex, and I found out that these 2 men were a couple. Then it came up that it would be hot if I were to watch them have sex. (Their idea). At first it was said jokingly, but half an hour later, it became more serious. I honestly thought about it, but also thought it was weird that they asked. I declined their offer, and a few minutes later we parted ways. When I got back to the hotel, I thought about it more. I watched a couple of emo-boys kind of have sex at a party a long time ago, but it was weird and it felt odd. So, I watched a gay porno last night. The first one I clicked on was a couple of hairy dudes and that turned my stomach. Then I happened upon one of a couple of muscle type guys in the shower. It didn't exactly turn my stomach, but it did nothing for me. The last video I clicked on was of two guys in their early twenties probably and it was pretty hot. When they got to licking each others asses, that was fucking gross, but everything else was kind of okay. It looked like they were genuinely "in to each other" and liked what they were doing. It didn't really turn me on, but it got the juices flowing, and I clicked off of it thinking that I should have taken them up on their offer. I HAVE A WEIRD FUCKING LIFE!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Hello peoples!
The previous post was just published. I forgot to post it before I left last Sunday, and today is the first chance I have had to get on here.
I have been texting Amy a little this week, and we have spoken on the phone a couple times (mostly short coversations), but each time I talk with her, it feels a little forced. I can't explain it yet. I guess I will wait to see how things go the next time I visit her.
I have been meaning to get on here and continue my story about Amy, but I just haven't been in the mood, and to be honest, I don't know if I will. So, something happens in my life and I want to talk about it. There is this little honeymoon period in my head where everything is fresh, fun, and worth talking about. Then, life gets in the way, and I lose interest in sharing. Sorry. I may change my mind, or something may jog my interest in continuing my story.
So, with that said, I have been having a great time. I spent Monday and Tuesday in Maine at a Trade Show, and Wednesday I flew to Houston. I fly out of Houston on Monday and go back to Vegas. I spend 2 days in a seminar for work, and then I help out some associates with a BIG show there locally. I go to another training class for 3 days, have a couple of days off, then I get to fly to NEW YORK CITY!. I am pretty excited about that one. (It's a boring convention, but I am TOTALLY gonna be a tourist.)
So, back to why I have been having fun. Well, Monday night I went out to dinner with a with a group of people that I had met at the conference. After dinner, we all went to a Karaoke bar and had an absolute blast. The amount of talented people that sing only Karaoke is astounding. A couple that was with us had just got done singing a decent rendition of "Summer Lovin" when this girl, who is all of 5' gets on stage. At first she seemed like she was struggling, because no on could hear her. She walks over to the Karaoke guy, says something, hands him the mike, he hands her another, and starts over the song. She then starts belting out the theme song from Titanic just like Celine Dion. It was amazing. The whole place stood and gave her a standing ovation. It was quite cool. .
So, I get back to my room, answer a few emails, go over the itinerary once again for tomorrow, take a shower, and get in to bed. I just fall asleep when my phone rings. It's Lorie (if you don't remember her, go back a few posts). She tells me that she wants to meet up with me in Vegas next week. A friend of hers is having a birthday bash and they have an entire club to themselves. There are going to be all sorts of famous people there, free booze and good times to be had by all. She got the part on Sons of Anarchy, but she will only be on the episode for about 5 minutes. I can't remember when she said they were shooting it, but she is still working on getting me access to the set. I guess we will see. We talked for about an hour and literally came right out and said "I'm gonna go pop in a porno, work myself in to a lather, smoke some weed and crash." It was pretty funny actually. My great comeback to that was "Oh really?" She then tells me about her "VAST" collection of porn that she inherited from an ex-boyfriend who was "in the porn business". He is a record custodian for an adult movie company, and literally had "thousands and thousands" of pornos with all the paperwork to go with each one. I told her that it sounded like a rip roaring good time. We said our goodbyes, and 3 seconds later I was dead-asleep.
I had a dream about Lorie at some point in the night, but like all my other dreams, was quite odd. Lorie was Lorie, but she had this HUGE cock that she could barely keep contained. I remember giving her a blow job, she cums all over my chest and then............................takes off her cock! It was so bizzare. The next part of the dream, we were sharing oreos over a tupperware bowl full of milk. HA HA HA.
Wednesday morning, I got up at 4, and went down to the gym in the hotel. Place is empty, and I am jogging on the treadmill watching the Food Network. I was about to 4 miles and was going to ride the bike for a few miles and finish off with the elyptical. Well, this lady and her high school volleyball team come in and take over everything. They changed the channel without asking, brought in a radio and were just being loud and obnoxious. So that started my day off shitty. I go up, shower, get ready and go downstairs. I usually will just have yogurt or fruit for breakfast, but decided today to take advantage of the "full breakfast" for hotel guests. I turn the corner to a line of giddy teenage volleyball players trying to get the next waffle. STRIKE TWO! I walk outside and start the short walk to the convention center, and spy a Starbucks about 2 blocks down off to my right. I am standing on the corner, waiting for the light to turn so I can cross when this fat old bitch in a hurry to get a donut steps on my foot. STRIKE 3! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
I get my coffee at Starbucks, head out the door and my phone rings. I answer it with one hand, trying to juggle everything else with my other hand and spill my fucking coffee. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! A keynote speakers who was supposed to be in at 7:35 missed his flight from Atlanta, and now wouldn't be in until 9:10 (20 minutes before he was scheduled to go on). I tell him that I will meet him at the airport with a car and rush him back and make arrangements for if he was late. So, my day is not going good at all. I am now extremely cranky, and feel like screaming. I take some deep breaths, turn around and go get another coffee. The clerk recognized me, and asks me if I am so tired that I need another coffee already. She was trying to be funny, but I was not in the mood. I told her that before I even got a sip from the coffee, I dropped it and spilled it. She gave me my coffee for free. YAY!.
I leave the store feeling a little bit better when my phone rings again. I am not going to chance another incident so I set my coffee down on a bench, set my stuff down, and answer the phone. This time it is the front desk clerk letting me know that I have a message waiting for me. On my way back to the hotel, I spot a quarter laying on the ground. I had no intention of picking it up, but as I was looking at it, I spot a $100 bill in the planter next to it. HOLY SHIT! I look around, don't see anyone, and pick it up. YAY! YAY! Things are starting to look up.
So the rest of that day went pretty smooth. There were some small hiccups, but no problems. I finally get back to my hotel, and am standing in front of the elevator. Door opens, and two volleyball bitches come barrreling out, knocking me to the ground. I have fucking had it with these twits! They half apologize as they giggle their way through the lobby and I storm up to the front desk. I ask for the hotel manager, they say he has gone home for the day, so I make them call him on the phone. I then proceed to lay it on with my disappointment in the hotel, blah blah blah.............I keep it very professional, but I am pissed. He starts acting like he doesn't care when I ask for the name and phone number of his boss. He tells me that he doesn't have that information available (this is a national chain, where the company I work for books thousands of rooms a year, and can get the name and number in 5 minutes.) At this point, he still doesn't know who I am, so I tell him "Mr. blankity-blank was it? (can't remember his name) Let me tell you who I am. My name is Samantha ........ and I am an account manager and event coordinator with -------------. I assume you have heard of us?" He says that he is only vaguely familiar with us. "Since you only VAGUELY know who we are, we are one of the biggest event organizers in the country. We book literally thousands of rooms a year with this hotel chain. You currently have 42 rooms that are booked at your hotel with MY CLIENTS! And when I say I am not happy with your hotel, THAT IS A HUGE PROBLEM FOR YOU! I suggest you find a way to get me the name and number of your boss, or I will call my office in Las Vegas and get the number myself." And just like that, his attitude changed. His half ass apologies were now full blown ass kisses. He more or less begged me to let him take care of the issues at a "local level". He then asks if I would hand the phone to the clerk so he could have a word with them. 2 minutes later the clerk upgrades my room to a suite, and hands me a gift certificate for 2 nights lodging in any room at blank blank hotel chain. So, not what I was asking for, and I still wanted to know what they were going to do about them fucking volleyball chicks. I ask the clerk, and he asks that I stay at the desk while they call coach in her room. So, this is how the conversation went........
"Mrs. Smith, this is George from the front desk. We have had numerous complaints regarding the behavior of some of your team, two of which knocked down a guest at the elevator a few minutes ago. Uh huh, yes. About 5 minutes ago. No ma'am. ............................................Yes ma'am. Unfortunately, if we get one more complaint, I will be forced to ask you to vacate the premises and find new accommodations. No ma'am, you would not get your money back. .........................................Ma'am, you need to calm down. No ma'am. If you would like I can have the manager personally call you, but let me assure you that this order came from him first.................Thank you for your cooperation ma'am."
I thanked them for taking care of it, and as I got to the elevator, the coach was just coming out. I could tell she was on the warpath, and I just smiled.
I have a nasty bruise on my shoulder from them bitches, but I will live.
I have been texting Amy a little this week, and we have spoken on the phone a couple times (mostly short coversations), but each time I talk with her, it feels a little forced. I can't explain it yet. I guess I will wait to see how things go the next time I visit her.
I have been meaning to get on here and continue my story about Amy, but I just haven't been in the mood, and to be honest, I don't know if I will. So, something happens in my life and I want to talk about it. There is this little honeymoon period in my head where everything is fresh, fun, and worth talking about. Then, life gets in the way, and I lose interest in sharing. Sorry. I may change my mind, or something may jog my interest in continuing my story.
So, with that said, I have been having a great time. I spent Monday and Tuesday in Maine at a Trade Show, and Wednesday I flew to Houston. I fly out of Houston on Monday and go back to Vegas. I spend 2 days in a seminar for work, and then I help out some associates with a BIG show there locally. I go to another training class for 3 days, have a couple of days off, then I get to fly to NEW YORK CITY!. I am pretty excited about that one. (It's a boring convention, but I am TOTALLY gonna be a tourist.)
So, back to why I have been having fun. Well, Monday night I went out to dinner with a with a group of people that I had met at the conference. After dinner, we all went to a Karaoke bar and had an absolute blast. The amount of talented people that sing only Karaoke is astounding. A couple that was with us had just got done singing a decent rendition of "Summer Lovin" when this girl, who is all of 5' gets on stage. At first she seemed like she was struggling, because no on could hear her. She walks over to the Karaoke guy, says something, hands him the mike, he hands her another, and starts over the song. She then starts belting out the theme song from Titanic just like Celine Dion. It was amazing. The whole place stood and gave her a standing ovation. It was quite cool. .
So, I get back to my room, answer a few emails, go over the itinerary once again for tomorrow, take a shower, and get in to bed. I just fall asleep when my phone rings. It's Lorie (if you don't remember her, go back a few posts). She tells me that she wants to meet up with me in Vegas next week. A friend of hers is having a birthday bash and they have an entire club to themselves. There are going to be all sorts of famous people there, free booze and good times to be had by all. She got the part on Sons of Anarchy, but she will only be on the episode for about 5 minutes. I can't remember when she said they were shooting it, but she is still working on getting me access to the set. I guess we will see. We talked for about an hour and literally came right out and said "I'm gonna go pop in a porno, work myself in to a lather, smoke some weed and crash." It was pretty funny actually. My great comeback to that was "Oh really?" She then tells me about her "VAST" collection of porn that she inherited from an ex-boyfriend who was "in the porn business". He is a record custodian for an adult movie company, and literally had "thousands and thousands" of pornos with all the paperwork to go with each one. I told her that it sounded like a rip roaring good time. We said our goodbyes, and 3 seconds later I was dead-asleep.
I had a dream about Lorie at some point in the night, but like all my other dreams, was quite odd. Lorie was Lorie, but she had this HUGE cock that she could barely keep contained. I remember giving her a blow job, she cums all over my chest and then............................takes off her cock! It was so bizzare. The next part of the dream, we were sharing oreos over a tupperware bowl full of milk. HA HA HA.
Wednesday morning, I got up at 4, and went down to the gym in the hotel. Place is empty, and I am jogging on the treadmill watching the Food Network. I was about to 4 miles and was going to ride the bike for a few miles and finish off with the elyptical. Well, this lady and her high school volleyball team come in and take over everything. They changed the channel without asking, brought in a radio and were just being loud and obnoxious. So that started my day off shitty. I go up, shower, get ready and go downstairs. I usually will just have yogurt or fruit for breakfast, but decided today to take advantage of the "full breakfast" for hotel guests. I turn the corner to a line of giddy teenage volleyball players trying to get the next waffle. STRIKE TWO! I walk outside and start the short walk to the convention center, and spy a Starbucks about 2 blocks down off to my right. I am standing on the corner, waiting for the light to turn so I can cross when this fat old bitch in a hurry to get a donut steps on my foot. STRIKE 3! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
I get my coffee at Starbucks, head out the door and my phone rings. I answer it with one hand, trying to juggle everything else with my other hand and spill my fucking coffee. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! A keynote speakers who was supposed to be in at 7:35 missed his flight from Atlanta, and now wouldn't be in until 9:10 (20 minutes before he was scheduled to go on). I tell him that I will meet him at the airport with a car and rush him back and make arrangements for if he was late. So, my day is not going good at all. I am now extremely cranky, and feel like screaming. I take some deep breaths, turn around and go get another coffee. The clerk recognized me, and asks me if I am so tired that I need another coffee already. She was trying to be funny, but I was not in the mood. I told her that before I even got a sip from the coffee, I dropped it and spilled it. She gave me my coffee for free. YAY!.
I leave the store feeling a little bit better when my phone rings again. I am not going to chance another incident so I set my coffee down on a bench, set my stuff down, and answer the phone. This time it is the front desk clerk letting me know that I have a message waiting for me. On my way back to the hotel, I spot a quarter laying on the ground. I had no intention of picking it up, but as I was looking at it, I spot a $100 bill in the planter next to it. HOLY SHIT! I look around, don't see anyone, and pick it up. YAY! YAY! Things are starting to look up.
So the rest of that day went pretty smooth. There were some small hiccups, but no problems. I finally get back to my hotel, and am standing in front of the elevator. Door opens, and two volleyball bitches come barrreling out, knocking me to the ground. I have fucking had it with these twits! They half apologize as they giggle their way through the lobby and I storm up to the front desk. I ask for the hotel manager, they say he has gone home for the day, so I make them call him on the phone. I then proceed to lay it on with my disappointment in the hotel, blah blah blah.............I keep it very professional, but I am pissed. He starts acting like he doesn't care when I ask for the name and phone number of his boss. He tells me that he doesn't have that information available (this is a national chain, where the company I work for books thousands of rooms a year, and can get the name and number in 5 minutes.) At this point, he still doesn't know who I am, so I tell him "Mr. blankity-blank was it? (can't remember his name) Let me tell you who I am. My name is Samantha ........ and I am an account manager and event coordinator with -------------. I assume you have heard of us?" He says that he is only vaguely familiar with us. "Since you only VAGUELY know who we are, we are one of the biggest event organizers in the country. We book literally thousands of rooms a year with this hotel chain. You currently have 42 rooms that are booked at your hotel with MY CLIENTS! And when I say I am not happy with your hotel, THAT IS A HUGE PROBLEM FOR YOU! I suggest you find a way to get me the name and number of your boss, or I will call my office in Las Vegas and get the number myself." And just like that, his attitude changed. His half ass apologies were now full blown ass kisses. He more or less begged me to let him take care of the issues at a "local level". He then asks if I would hand the phone to the clerk so he could have a word with them. 2 minutes later the clerk upgrades my room to a suite, and hands me a gift certificate for 2 nights lodging in any room at blank blank hotel chain. So, not what I was asking for, and I still wanted to know what they were going to do about them fucking volleyball chicks. I ask the clerk, and he asks that I stay at the desk while they call coach in her room. So, this is how the conversation went........
"Mrs. Smith, this is George from the front desk. We have had numerous complaints regarding the behavior of some of your team, two of which knocked down a guest at the elevator a few minutes ago. Uh huh, yes. About 5 minutes ago. No ma'am. ............................................Yes ma'am. Unfortunately, if we get one more complaint, I will be forced to ask you to vacate the premises and find new accommodations. No ma'am, you would not get your money back. .........................................Ma'am, you need to calm down. No ma'am. If you would like I can have the manager personally call you, but let me assure you that this order came from him first.................Thank you for your cooperation ma'am."
I thanked them for taking care of it, and as I got to the elevator, the coach was just coming out. I could tell she was on the warpath, and I just smiled.
I have a nasty bruise on my shoulder from them bitches, but I will live.
More with Amy; decisions and regrets.
I am no longer confused about my relationship with Amy. I think I figured things out last night as I lay next to her, not sleeping.
In case you haven't figured this out about me, I tend to over-think things. To take you through my progression once again it was: Not what I wanted, Maybe this is what I want, I think this is what I want, This is what I want, Am I sure this is what I want, I am sure this is what I want, This is not what I want. The last part of this came to me when I was in bed last night.
The sex with Amy is absolutely amazing, and she is an amazing person. I have never felt so completely fulfilled sexually as I have with Amy these last couple of days. Just being close to her makes me want to be with her, and I have never felt that way before. But, I am not in love with her. Okay, you don't have to be in love with a person to be in a relationship, I totally get that. But you do have to want to be in a relationship with someone.
The jobs that I have had, regardless of pay or grade, have always been my priority. I have never had anything else in my life that I could call my own, other than my job. I know it's a crutch, but it's what I know, and it's what I do. I am not willing to change for a relationship. Amy said she didn't want me to change, but I don't believe her. It makes no difference.
So, because I am gone ALL the time, do I lead her on? Do I feign a relationship to see if it blossoms in to something more? I am still overthinking it, but I don't like confrontation and I don't like hurt feelings.
So, I am going to fake it. And if I fail at faking it, I am okay with that.
However, I had an odd dream last night. Based on the content of the dream, I should've woken up from that dream all shaken up. But I really wasn't, and I find that odd. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but I do know that Amy and I were at a lake somewhere.............don't know what we were doing there. We were in a giant cabin that served as a lodge for lots of people to gather. Anyhow, a guy comes in with a shotgun and shoots Amy in the stomach with a deer slug. (I know it was because I watched MythBusters last night). She wasn't upset about getting shot, I wasn't upset about her getting shot, the people around us didn't seem to care, and we just sat there on the couch watching blood gush from her belly while we waited for a doctor to show up. When he showed up, he grabbed a pair of pliers, pulled out the bullet, looked inside the wound with a flashlight, then stuffed gauze in to her. When he was done, he got up, took off his hat (that he wasn't wearing before), took a bow and waited for the applause. I left Amy on the couch because I had to find a restroom to pee. I wandered around the lodge for a long time looking for a bathroom until I woke up with the need to pee.
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I wrote everything above that there line at 4-ish this morning. Amy is now gone, she works tonight and then through the weekend. I am SO FUCKING CONFLICTED right now. I am sitting here in my empty apartment, alone, and still thinking of Amy. I can still smell her perfume on my throw pillow from the night she got here. I am seriously sad she is gone, and I told myself that I wouldn't be. I keep trying to convince myself that I don't need her in my life. I am going to the tanning salon, and then to gym. Things always feel different to me when I do that. I haven't had a good workout since Monday, so I am going to go beat myself up for a while.
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I just got home, and am feeling a lot better. However, me missing Amy hasn't changed, I am now just happier with how things are looking. Amy called me just as I was getting out of the shower at the gym, and when I called her back, she was just going through Ogden.
I am going to wander in to a different topic now, but only for a second. Poll question: Am I the only one who gets uber-horny at the gym? For me, it's the whole experience..........from getting sweaty and working hard, to the shower afterwards. I always leave the gym like that, with certain exceptions. When I got home, I took care of business the old fashioned way, and 3 minutes later, felt better. LOL.
Back to Amy..........................I think I am going to think this thru for a while. My next time that I have off is April 26th, and it is only for 4 days. And in that time I am going to get Lasik surgery, have my yearly done (Oh joy!) and chill. So she knows I cannot make it down there during that time. I have a couple of days here and there between events, but I am not flying home for those.The next long period that I have off is a week at the end of May. So I have a lot of time to think about what I am going to do. See if the feelings grow, or dwindle. I will still keep in contact with her, but I am going to keep things as simple as possible for a while.
I know you have waiting for me to continue my story about Amy, and the next time I log on (after my nap, LOL, I will put it all down here.
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I couldn't take a nap, so here goes:
After Amy was done with the feather, she got off the bed and left the room. When she came back in, she had a warm washcloth and started cleaning me from head to toe. It was such a nice "gesture" for lack of a better word. It felt comforting, but at the same time, it was really erotic. When she was done, she set the washcloth to the side, and although I could tell she was moving around, I couldn't tell what was going on. That was until I felt her on either side of my head. I thought maybe she was leaning down to kiss me, but instead slowly lowered her pussy on to my mouth. The only control I had left was my mouth, and although I kept reaching for her with my tongue, she would only let me have it for so long. This only went on for a couple of minutes before she did kiss me, licking her own juices off of my mouth. She rolled me on to my stomach and then set a rolled up blanket under my stomach, propping my ass in the air.
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It is now Friday morning. I got a call yesterday afternoon from an old friend of mine. I have known James since I was 16, and we was always the "older guy" at the party. My friends and I knew back then that James was gay, but he did a great job of hiding it. He always had girlfriends, but sometimes you could just tell. 2 years ago, I got a call from him inviting me to a gathering of friends. It was at that gathering that he came out.
I have chatted with him back and forth on Facebook, exchanged a few texts wtih him, but barely keeping in touch with him. So when I got his call, I was surprised. He asked if I was home, wanted something to do, and wanted to come over. When I answered the door, it was not the James that I knew. James has always been on the heavy-side, had shoulder-length Jesus-hair (everything one length) and bright blue eyes. This James was skinny and gaunt, and unless all his beautiful hair was tucked underneath his stocking cap, he had cut it. I new something was wrong.
The next 10 minutes was really, really hard for me. James had been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer 4 months ago. The tumor had already spread, so it couldn't be removed, and although he had been going through Chemo, the outlook was not good. He was in almost constant pain, and was on some serious doses of pain meds. His doctor was only giving him 6 months to a year to live, and now James was living life to the fullest.
When he showed me his "bucket list", it really hit home for me. About half the list was crossed off, and the next thing on his list was to "Say goodbye to all my friends". I tried to be strong, but I lost it. He explained that once he said goodbye to them, it was goodbye forever. Once he said goodbye, the next time he wanted to see them was at his funeral. It was very hard for me. We sat there talking for the next couple of hours, and I found myself stalling to keep him from leaving. Have you ever sat next to someone on a couch and KNOWN without a shadow of a doubt that you would NEVER EVER see them again?
It was so hard to say goodbye, but before he left, he reached in to his pocket and pulled out his IPOD touch. He told me that he wanted me to have it, enjoy it and think of him every time I used it. I just stood there, staring it, not knowing what to say. He gave me a final hug, told me that he loved me, and said he would watch out for me on the other side. I watched him drive away with tears flowing down my face and for some reason, it felt right to wave as he drove away.
In case you haven't figured this out about me, I tend to over-think things. To take you through my progression once again it was: Not what I wanted, Maybe this is what I want, I think this is what I want, This is what I want, Am I sure this is what I want, I am sure this is what I want, This is not what I want. The last part of this came to me when I was in bed last night.
The sex with Amy is absolutely amazing, and she is an amazing person. I have never felt so completely fulfilled sexually as I have with Amy these last couple of days. Just being close to her makes me want to be with her, and I have never felt that way before. But, I am not in love with her. Okay, you don't have to be in love with a person to be in a relationship, I totally get that. But you do have to want to be in a relationship with someone.
The jobs that I have had, regardless of pay or grade, have always been my priority. I have never had anything else in my life that I could call my own, other than my job. I know it's a crutch, but it's what I know, and it's what I do. I am not willing to change for a relationship. Amy said she didn't want me to change, but I don't believe her. It makes no difference.
So, because I am gone ALL the time, do I lead her on? Do I feign a relationship to see if it blossoms in to something more? I am still overthinking it, but I don't like confrontation and I don't like hurt feelings.
So, I am going to fake it. And if I fail at faking it, I am okay with that.
However, I had an odd dream last night. Based on the content of the dream, I should've woken up from that dream all shaken up. But I really wasn't, and I find that odd. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but I do know that Amy and I were at a lake somewhere.............don't know what we were doing there. We were in a giant cabin that served as a lodge for lots of people to gather. Anyhow, a guy comes in with a shotgun and shoots Amy in the stomach with a deer slug. (I know it was because I watched MythBusters last night). She wasn't upset about getting shot, I wasn't upset about her getting shot, the people around us didn't seem to care, and we just sat there on the couch watching blood gush from her belly while we waited for a doctor to show up. When he showed up, he grabbed a pair of pliers, pulled out the bullet, looked inside the wound with a flashlight, then stuffed gauze in to her. When he was done, he got up, took off his hat (that he wasn't wearing before), took a bow and waited for the applause. I left Amy on the couch because I had to find a restroom to pee. I wandered around the lodge for a long time looking for a bathroom until I woke up with the need to pee.
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I wrote everything above that there line at 4-ish this morning. Amy is now gone, she works tonight and then through the weekend. I am SO FUCKING CONFLICTED right now. I am sitting here in my empty apartment, alone, and still thinking of Amy. I can still smell her perfume on my throw pillow from the night she got here. I am seriously sad she is gone, and I told myself that I wouldn't be. I keep trying to convince myself that I don't need her in my life. I am going to the tanning salon, and then to gym. Things always feel different to me when I do that. I haven't had a good workout since Monday, so I am going to go beat myself up for a while.
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I just got home, and am feeling a lot better. However, me missing Amy hasn't changed, I am now just happier with how things are looking. Amy called me just as I was getting out of the shower at the gym, and when I called her back, she was just going through Ogden.
I am going to wander in to a different topic now, but only for a second. Poll question: Am I the only one who gets uber-horny at the gym? For me, it's the whole experience..........from getting sweaty and working hard, to the shower afterwards. I always leave the gym like that, with certain exceptions. When I got home, I took care of business the old fashioned way, and 3 minutes later, felt better. LOL.
Back to Amy..........................I think I am going to think this thru for a while. My next time that I have off is April 26th, and it is only for 4 days. And in that time I am going to get Lasik surgery, have my yearly done (Oh joy!) and chill. So she knows I cannot make it down there during that time. I have a couple of days here and there between events, but I am not flying home for those.The next long period that I have off is a week at the end of May. So I have a lot of time to think about what I am going to do. See if the feelings grow, or dwindle. I will still keep in contact with her, but I am going to keep things as simple as possible for a while.
I know you have waiting for me to continue my story about Amy, and the next time I log on (after my nap, LOL, I will put it all down here.
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I couldn't take a nap, so here goes:
After Amy was done with the feather, she got off the bed and left the room. When she came back in, she had a warm washcloth and started cleaning me from head to toe. It was such a nice "gesture" for lack of a better word. It felt comforting, but at the same time, it was really erotic. When she was done, she set the washcloth to the side, and although I could tell she was moving around, I couldn't tell what was going on. That was until I felt her on either side of my head. I thought maybe she was leaning down to kiss me, but instead slowly lowered her pussy on to my mouth. The only control I had left was my mouth, and although I kept reaching for her with my tongue, she would only let me have it for so long. This only went on for a couple of minutes before she did kiss me, licking her own juices off of my mouth. She rolled me on to my stomach and then set a rolled up blanket under my stomach, propping my ass in the air.
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It is now Friday morning. I got a call yesterday afternoon from an old friend of mine. I have known James since I was 16, and we was always the "older guy" at the party. My friends and I knew back then that James was gay, but he did a great job of hiding it. He always had girlfriends, but sometimes you could just tell. 2 years ago, I got a call from him inviting me to a gathering of friends. It was at that gathering that he came out.
I have chatted with him back and forth on Facebook, exchanged a few texts wtih him, but barely keeping in touch with him. So when I got his call, I was surprised. He asked if I was home, wanted something to do, and wanted to come over. When I answered the door, it was not the James that I knew. James has always been on the heavy-side, had shoulder-length Jesus-hair (everything one length) and bright blue eyes. This James was skinny and gaunt, and unless all his beautiful hair was tucked underneath his stocking cap, he had cut it. I new something was wrong.
The next 10 minutes was really, really hard for me. James had been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer 4 months ago. The tumor had already spread, so it couldn't be removed, and although he had been going through Chemo, the outlook was not good. He was in almost constant pain, and was on some serious doses of pain meds. His doctor was only giving him 6 months to a year to live, and now James was living life to the fullest.
When he showed me his "bucket list", it really hit home for me. About half the list was crossed off, and the next thing on his list was to "Say goodbye to all my friends". I tried to be strong, but I lost it. He explained that once he said goodbye to them, it was goodbye forever. Once he said goodbye, the next time he wanted to see them was at his funeral. It was very hard for me. We sat there talking for the next couple of hours, and I found myself stalling to keep him from leaving. Have you ever sat next to someone on a couch and KNOWN without a shadow of a doubt that you would NEVER EVER see them again?
It was so hard to say goodbye, but before he left, he reached in to his pocket and pulled out his IPOD touch. He told me that he wanted me to have it, enjoy it and think of him every time I used it. I just stood there, staring it, not knowing what to say. He gave me a final hug, told me that he loved me, and said he would watch out for me on the other side. I watched him drive away with tears flowing down my face and for some reason, it felt right to wave as he drove away.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
More on Amy and my general confusion with the situation.
So, I made up a story that I had a meeting with a rental car company today to discuss my car needs for Anaheim in 2 months. I told her it would be a few hours, and that I would come and pick her up for dinner at 4 or so. I feel guilty for doing it, but I am really feel like I am at a crossroads, and I HAVE to make a decision to go one way or the other. I am not talking about my sexual orientation, I think I took that fork in the road a while ago. To the right is a relationship with Amy. A TRUE relationship, and not one built around half-truths and convenience. To my left is the opposite direction of Amy, and to continue on with my lonely, but mostly fulfilling, work filled life. Straight ahead of me is a sign that says Bridge Closed and I know that I can't go that way. So, I have to go one way or the other.
To go down the road opposite of Amy is to continue down the road I have been on. I have nobody to talk to (besides you, my constant reader), no one to share my day with, no one to look forward to seeing when I come home, nobody to share my bed with............I have been independent as far back as I can remember, and have never had anybody in my life that was there for me! (I am crying as I am writing this, and it fucking pisses me off). DEEP BREATH, SIGH, TAKE A DRINK OF MY ROCKSTAR. Because I am independent, it bothers me to have someone that wants to be with me, and wants to know how I am doing. I have feelings for her that I can't relate to, and have been telling myself for a long time didn't exist. As I sit here, I am missing her, and am thinking about going to get her and her bags, and bringing her back to my place.
So, here is what I am thinking................Do I continue to blog about Amy and I? I have been thinking about this, and have really been wondering. Do people who read this care about a relationship (ugh!) that I am trying on for size? Do people who read this, only read it for my sexual escapades? Do I write about my escapades with Amy? I don't think I want to write about our sex, but sometimes I really want to share the things I will be experiencing with her. But is that a violation of privacy? Nobody knows my real name on here, and Amy is just as unknown as I am. I do want to share last night though.
So, our first foray in bed was a huge blur. I don't remember much, that's why I didn't go in to detail. Our early morning tryst is a different story all-together.
We got back to my house, and both of our moods had changed considerably. Instead of the partly gloomy mood that had cast it's shadow over my apartment before, there was now happiness and giddiness. We sat on my step again, smoking a cigarette and talking dirty to each other. At first, we were just calling each other names and saying in a playful way, what we wanted to do. Like, "I am going to make you cum so hard you little slut, your mom is going to call and ask what happened." or "I am going to pull your fucking hair and make you eat my pussy like the whore you are." Just shit like that. But when she pulled my hair, and started whispering things like that in my ear, it was on like Donkey Kong.
I had made a comment out on the steps that I was her little slut, just going along with what we had already been saying, and when we got inside, she took control. She sat on the couch and "told" me to do a striptease for her. I faked it a little bit, but was probably naked way to quick. Then she told me that I needed to take off all of her clothes using only one hand, and my other hand should be playing with my pussy. I gotta tell you, it's a lot harder than it sounds.
Once all of her clothes were off, she grabbed my hand and took me in to the bedroom. She took the belt off of my silk robe hanging on the back of my door, told me to turn around, and tied my hands behind my back. With my hands now tied, she turned me around and pushed me on to the bed. As I lay there, I watch as she starts going through my dresser, and when she find what she is looking for, comes back and covers my eyes with a pink bandana. I know she turned the light on because I could see it coming through the top of my blindfold, but it didn't sound like she was in the room any longer. To be quite honest, she was gone so long, I damn near fell asleep. But the ice cube on my nipple a few moments later jolted be back in to consciousness.
I didn't know what it was at the time, but she had also heated up some chocolate sauce in the microwave. First, she would put the ice cubes on my nipples, and then drip the hot chocolate on them. Once she licked off the chocolate, she would do it again. Then she ran an ice cube from my neck, all the way down through my pussy, and down to my feet. But she did it agonizingly slow. And she did that a few times. She left the ice cube right at the top of my chest so it would continue to melt, and then started dripping the chocolate down my body. I just knew she had gotten some on my sheets when she made it down between my legs, but I didn't care.
After taking quite a while to clean up her chocolate trail, she moved back to the ice cubes. I knew I could fight it, but was relishing the attention I was getting. I knew that she had already gotten in to my nightstand and found my "collection", but wasn't expecting the feather. Hell, I forgot I even had it. It came as part of a kit with other stuff in it, and don't think it had ever been out of the plastic it came in. But she started with that fucking feather down at me feet. I am not all that ticklish, but that feather drove me nucking futs. She spent the better part of eternity going up and down my body with that damn feather.
I have more to write down here, but I am going to post this and go get Amy.
Hugs and Kisses.
To go down the road opposite of Amy is to continue down the road I have been on. I have nobody to talk to (besides you, my constant reader), no one to share my day with, no one to look forward to seeing when I come home, nobody to share my bed with............I have been independent as far back as I can remember, and have never had anybody in my life that was there for me! (I am crying as I am writing this, and it fucking pisses me off). DEEP BREATH, SIGH, TAKE A DRINK OF MY ROCKSTAR. Because I am independent, it bothers me to have someone that wants to be with me, and wants to know how I am doing. I have feelings for her that I can't relate to, and have been telling myself for a long time didn't exist. As I sit here, I am missing her, and am thinking about going to get her and her bags, and bringing her back to my place.
So, here is what I am thinking................Do I continue to blog about Amy and I? I have been thinking about this, and have really been wondering. Do people who read this care about a relationship (ugh!) that I am trying on for size? Do people who read this, only read it for my sexual escapades? Do I write about my escapades with Amy? I don't think I want to write about our sex, but sometimes I really want to share the things I will be experiencing with her. But is that a violation of privacy? Nobody knows my real name on here, and Amy is just as unknown as I am. I do want to share last night though.
So, our first foray in bed was a huge blur. I don't remember much, that's why I didn't go in to detail. Our early morning tryst is a different story all-together.
We got back to my house, and both of our moods had changed considerably. Instead of the partly gloomy mood that had cast it's shadow over my apartment before, there was now happiness and giddiness. We sat on my step again, smoking a cigarette and talking dirty to each other. At first, we were just calling each other names and saying in a playful way, what we wanted to do. Like, "I am going to make you cum so hard you little slut, your mom is going to call and ask what happened." or "I am going to pull your fucking hair and make you eat my pussy like the whore you are." Just shit like that. But when she pulled my hair, and started whispering things like that in my ear, it was on like Donkey Kong.
I had made a comment out on the steps that I was her little slut, just going along with what we had already been saying, and when we got inside, she took control. She sat on the couch and "told" me to do a striptease for her. I faked it a little bit, but was probably naked way to quick. Then she told me that I needed to take off all of her clothes using only one hand, and my other hand should be playing with my pussy. I gotta tell you, it's a lot harder than it sounds.
Once all of her clothes were off, she grabbed my hand and took me in to the bedroom. She took the belt off of my silk robe hanging on the back of my door, told me to turn around, and tied my hands behind my back. With my hands now tied, she turned me around and pushed me on to the bed. As I lay there, I watch as she starts going through my dresser, and when she find what she is looking for, comes back and covers my eyes with a pink bandana. I know she turned the light on because I could see it coming through the top of my blindfold, but it didn't sound like she was in the room any longer. To be quite honest, she was gone so long, I damn near fell asleep. But the ice cube on my nipple a few moments later jolted be back in to consciousness.
I didn't know what it was at the time, but she had also heated up some chocolate sauce in the microwave. First, she would put the ice cubes on my nipples, and then drip the hot chocolate on them. Once she licked off the chocolate, she would do it again. Then she ran an ice cube from my neck, all the way down through my pussy, and down to my feet. But she did it agonizingly slow. And she did that a few times. She left the ice cube right at the top of my chest so it would continue to melt, and then started dripping the chocolate down my body. I just knew she had gotten some on my sheets when she made it down between my legs, but I didn't care.
After taking quite a while to clean up her chocolate trail, she moved back to the ice cubes. I knew I could fight it, but was relishing the attention I was getting. I knew that she had already gotten in to my nightstand and found my "collection", but wasn't expecting the feather. Hell, I forgot I even had it. It came as part of a kit with other stuff in it, and don't think it had ever been out of the plastic it came in. But she started with that fucking feather down at me feet. I am not all that ticklish, but that feather drove me nucking futs. She spent the better part of eternity going up and down my body with that damn feather.
I have more to write down here, but I am going to post this and go get Amy.
Hugs and Kisses.
An unexpected turn of events.............
I got home from Boise last night (car got 18 mpg by the way), and there is a note from my roommate that she was going to be gone for a week on vacation with her boyfriend. I don't pay that much attention, and it's not like we text back and forth or anything. Anyways, get in to town, drop my friend off at home, and I get a text from Amy. Here is the text : Call me! I want to see you. I am staying at the Ameritel in Idaho Falls. Here for a few days 2 c my cousin. So I texted her back and said I just got home from Boise and will be home. (It's about 7:30 at night). I cleaned up the house a bit, took a shower, and about 20 minutes later, Amy texted back and asked for my address. I sent it to her, and waited for her to show up. 2 hours later, I am still waiting. I send her a text asking where she is, and I get nothing. I wait a few minutes and text again...............nothing. I am tired of waiting, and I really had a craving for some Spicy Pork Rinds and Arizona Half&Half ice tea. So, yeah, I left. Well, it took me longer to go to the store than I really anticipated. I got my snacks and grabbed some Lottos (which I normally don't do). I sat in my car, scratching the tickets, and I kept winning. I bought $14 worth of tickets (I had 8 total), and won on 7 of them. So, in my own little head, it's bad luck to turn them back in where you won them, so went to another store to turn them in. I thought I won $26, but when I turned them in, I actually won $43. So, I got $20 worth, and won $21...........yep to another store. Got another $20 worth and decided I would scratch them at home so I started home. But then I passed a Walgreens and forgot that I needed fingernail polish remover. Spent 20 minutes there, wandering around like a loser. It is now about 11:ish and I still haven't heard from Amy. I got home and had no sooner closed and locked the door behind me, their is a knock on the door.
Her eyes were all puffy and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying pretty hard for quite a while. My heart sank when I saw her, and assumed the worse. I thought for sure that someone was dead, or something just as bad had happened. I was WAY off.
I asked her what was wrong, and was generally concerned. When I closed the door behind her and went to hug her, the tears started flowing again and she was crying pretty hard. I just stood there and held her, not saying a word...........waiting for her to open up when she was ready. Her first words to me were "I am so sorry, I shouldn't be here."
I convinced her to stay and talk and she calmed down a little, but through the course of the night, she broke down quite a few more times. What it all boils down to, was she was not in town to see a cousin, she was in town to see me, and that was it. She had been thinking of me non-stop since our trip to California, and really wanted to see if we could have a relationship. I tried to be as nice as I could, but with me traveling ALL the time, my time off was going to be MINE and I did not want a relationship right now. I explained my travel, I explained my time off, I explained she lived in a different state, I explained everything. Or at least I attempted to. She kept on, saying that even if she could see me monthly, that would be okay with her. I explained that it may not even be monthly, blah blah blah. She said that we could make things work. I tried, and tried, and tried.............she wouldn't take no for an answer.
It's not her, it really isn't. We have been friends for a long time, she is sexy, pretty, we have a connection, and we are really compatible in bed. I just don't have the time, opportunity or need to be in a relationship. But the more we talked, the more I warmed up to the idea a little bit. And the more I warmed up to it, the more I tried to explain how things will have to work. I am not moving to Salt Lake, she is not moving to Idaho Falls, and unless I have an extended time off like I do know, I am not going to drive to Salt Lake to see her. I am not going to try and call her everyday, but we could text.........However, she could not get all pissy if it took a while to answer. I am very busy. If I don't answer when she calls, let it go. I will call back when I can. I tried to go over every situation where we could have problems. I tried not to be a bitch, but as I think about it now, I may have come off that way. But it all seemed to work out.
She started to cry again and I went to comfort her again. As I sat down next to her, a wave of emotion came over me. I can't really explain what it was, but it was not something I have felt before. I was in control of the situation and really felt empowered. On top of that, I felt needed, and wanted, and have never felt that way before. As I sat there and held her, I started feeling something else. It was not love, but I truly felt I cared about her, and not just in a "friend" way.
She looked up at me and thanked me........it seemed like an odd response to the situation, but I get it now. I have never, ever, loved anyone that I can remember. I thought I loved my real mom, but when she was gone, that feeling went away pretty quick. I thought I loved my foster-mom, but I found that feeling dependent on someone was not love. I thought I loved my ex-boyfriend, but when he cheated on me, upset as I was, didn't miss him. But in my head, I could imagine what it felt like to love someone, and I think that is how Amy feels about me. I can imagine a wife thanking her husband for coming home from overseas, I can imagine a husband thanking his wife for having their child, I can imagine parents being thankful that their children are happy and with them every day. Amy was thankful that I was giving her a chance to be close to me.
I kissed her forehead as a gesture of "your welcome". I felt strange for doing it, but it felt right at the time. In that moment, I felt like we were leading up to a "first kiss". It obviously wasn't, given our fun in San Diego, but this was a tender, first kiss moment. I was nervous and anxious, and didn't want to be the first to go for it. But as I am learning, emotions are all encompassing, and can't be pushed aside. As our lips met, there was an immediate spark that I felt in my toes. All at once, I tasted her lip gloss, tasted her mint gum, smelled her perfume, smelled her shampoo, felt the coolness of her cheeks were the tears were, and felt the warmth of her body. This is going to sound like a strange comparison, but it was almost like watching the greatest poker hand materialize in your hand, card by card, until you get that final card where you know you are unbeatable. There is an excitement there that leads up to a big moment, and you are on top of the world.
We sat on the couch getting to know each other again through passionate kisses and exploratory hands. My senses were heightened and everything seemed so clear, and at the same time, felt like a dream where reality was just out of reach. Before I knew it, we were both down to our underwear, and I say that in all seriousness. I really don't remember physically removing any clothing, from her or myself. I mean, we obviously helped each other out with that task, but the first little bit was kind of a blur. I think for the first time in my life, I was actually IN the moment, and not thinking about anything else.
We found our way to my room, and as she lay there watching me, I lit all some candles, and turned on some soft music. I then pulled out a bottle of massage oil that was left over from the days of Roxanne (my ex-roommate, massage therapist......). I gave her the most sensual, erotic massage that I have ever been a part of. I was just as turned on as her, and was so wet, I could see where I was sitting on her butt. I rubbed every inch of her body from her toes to her ears, and was really in the moment. I finally got to a point where my hands could no longer do any more. I lay down next to her, and we just stared at each other for the longest time. She ask me to lay down, and I thought she was going to reciprocate the massage. I was flat on my stomach, and she gently pulled my legs apart a bit. She then started kissing my ankles, and worked her way up, slowly and surely. When she got up to my ass, she used both hands to pull me up a bit, and immediately stuck her tongue in my eager pussy.
Fifteen minutes later, we were already spent, and had cum a couple of times each. We lay there holding each other, trying to catch out breath, and when I went to get up to get some water, I realized that Amy was sound asleep. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water, then went to take another shower. I was only in there for a couple of minutes, and was feeling really invigorated. It was late, but didn't feel the least bit tired. In fact, I was hungry, and only then realized that I never ate dinner. LOL. I got dressed, found my emergency cigarette stash, and went outside and sat on the steps. As I sat there smoking, I was flooded with all sorts of emotions.........happiness, sadness, fear, regret, guilt, love? I don't know what I was feeling, but I found myself crying. Over what? I don't know.
I went back inside to find Amy coming out of the room. I explained that I was out smoking, and she said she wanted one. So I went back outside, and had another one with her. Amy had come out only in a blanket. It wasn't that big of deal, there was certainly nobody out this time of the night, and she was pretty covered up. She was sitting in front of me, and we were just chatting, smoking, and chillin. I leaned down, and kissed her neck, just kind of an affectionate thing. Boom, there we were, making out on the stairs. It would have been quite the show for anyone watching.........Amy on top of me with her blanket on, buck naked, making out with another chick..........it was quite funny. We heard a car approaching and gathered ourselves, laughing the entire time. We smoke yet another cigarette and then went inside to find something to eat.
Unfortunately, I was like Old Mother Hubbard with some empty ass cupboard. So, drove out to the truck stop for some breakfast. Let me tell you, there aren't many pretty people out at that hour of the night on a Monday. We spent more time making up stories about the people that surrounded us than anything else. At the table behind us was Billy Bob Bennet, the owner of Billy Bob's bait, tackle, satellite and plumbing store. Behind him was Bubba Ray and Tony the truck driving team who were desperately trying to hide their gay love for each other. I could go on, but I won't. It was still pretty funny,.
So we leave the truck stop, and within minutes, are being pulled over by Bonneville County. I wasn't speeding, I did a full stop at the sign, I already had my plates on, and certainly wasn't swerving. I put my flashers on, and waited to pull over to a place that had more light. The cop who pulled us over was all of about 12. He asked for the usual, I gave it to him, and then asked if we knew why he pulled us over. Amy leans over me, looks up at him and says "Because you wanted to get a closer view of the hot chicks driving the hot car?" Little Boy Cop blushes a bit and says "No ma'am, I clocked you doing 52 in a 45 back there. Where are you going in such a hurry?" I was about to say something when Amy chimes in again "Wouldn't you be speeding if YOU were going back to her place for the night?" He blushed again, and before he could say anything else I told him, "Officer, I know I was going the speed limit, I am a very conscientious driver, and I know I was probably under to tell you the truth." Well, he took my stuff back to his car, and was back a minute later and told me to watch my speed, and to drive careful. Amy leaned over again, kissed me on the mouth, and told him "We definitely want to get home safe." I grabbed my shit, rolled up the window and bust out laughing.
(So yeah, I have written quite a bit more than I envisioned today, but I haven't gotten to the REALLY juicy part yet. Stay with me on this journey, won't you?)
Her eyes were all puffy and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying pretty hard for quite a while. My heart sank when I saw her, and assumed the worse. I thought for sure that someone was dead, or something just as bad had happened. I was WAY off.
I asked her what was wrong, and was generally concerned. When I closed the door behind her and went to hug her, the tears started flowing again and she was crying pretty hard. I just stood there and held her, not saying a word...........waiting for her to open up when she was ready. Her first words to me were "I am so sorry, I shouldn't be here."
I convinced her to stay and talk and she calmed down a little, but through the course of the night, she broke down quite a few more times. What it all boils down to, was she was not in town to see a cousin, she was in town to see me, and that was it. She had been thinking of me non-stop since our trip to California, and really wanted to see if we could have a relationship. I tried to be as nice as I could, but with me traveling ALL the time, my time off was going to be MINE and I did not want a relationship right now. I explained my travel, I explained my time off, I explained she lived in a different state, I explained everything. Or at least I attempted to. She kept on, saying that even if she could see me monthly, that would be okay with her. I explained that it may not even be monthly, blah blah blah. She said that we could make things work. I tried, and tried, and tried.............she wouldn't take no for an answer.
It's not her, it really isn't. We have been friends for a long time, she is sexy, pretty, we have a connection, and we are really compatible in bed. I just don't have the time, opportunity or need to be in a relationship. But the more we talked, the more I warmed up to the idea a little bit. And the more I warmed up to it, the more I tried to explain how things will have to work. I am not moving to Salt Lake, she is not moving to Idaho Falls, and unless I have an extended time off like I do know, I am not going to drive to Salt Lake to see her. I am not going to try and call her everyday, but we could text.........However, she could not get all pissy if it took a while to answer. I am very busy. If I don't answer when she calls, let it go. I will call back when I can. I tried to go over every situation where we could have problems. I tried not to be a bitch, but as I think about it now, I may have come off that way. But it all seemed to work out.
She started to cry again and I went to comfort her again. As I sat down next to her, a wave of emotion came over me. I can't really explain what it was, but it was not something I have felt before. I was in control of the situation and really felt empowered. On top of that, I felt needed, and wanted, and have never felt that way before. As I sat there and held her, I started feeling something else. It was not love, but I truly felt I cared about her, and not just in a "friend" way.
She looked up at me and thanked me........it seemed like an odd response to the situation, but I get it now. I have never, ever, loved anyone that I can remember. I thought I loved my real mom, but when she was gone, that feeling went away pretty quick. I thought I loved my foster-mom, but I found that feeling dependent on someone was not love. I thought I loved my ex-boyfriend, but when he cheated on me, upset as I was, didn't miss him. But in my head, I could imagine what it felt like to love someone, and I think that is how Amy feels about me. I can imagine a wife thanking her husband for coming home from overseas, I can imagine a husband thanking his wife for having their child, I can imagine parents being thankful that their children are happy and with them every day. Amy was thankful that I was giving her a chance to be close to me.
I kissed her forehead as a gesture of "your welcome". I felt strange for doing it, but it felt right at the time. In that moment, I felt like we were leading up to a "first kiss". It obviously wasn't, given our fun in San Diego, but this was a tender, first kiss moment. I was nervous and anxious, and didn't want to be the first to go for it. But as I am learning, emotions are all encompassing, and can't be pushed aside. As our lips met, there was an immediate spark that I felt in my toes. All at once, I tasted her lip gloss, tasted her mint gum, smelled her perfume, smelled her shampoo, felt the coolness of her cheeks were the tears were, and felt the warmth of her body. This is going to sound like a strange comparison, but it was almost like watching the greatest poker hand materialize in your hand, card by card, until you get that final card where you know you are unbeatable. There is an excitement there that leads up to a big moment, and you are on top of the world.
We sat on the couch getting to know each other again through passionate kisses and exploratory hands. My senses were heightened and everything seemed so clear, and at the same time, felt like a dream where reality was just out of reach. Before I knew it, we were both down to our underwear, and I say that in all seriousness. I really don't remember physically removing any clothing, from her or myself. I mean, we obviously helped each other out with that task, but the first little bit was kind of a blur. I think for the first time in my life, I was actually IN the moment, and not thinking about anything else.
We found our way to my room, and as she lay there watching me, I lit all some candles, and turned on some soft music. I then pulled out a bottle of massage oil that was left over from the days of Roxanne (my ex-roommate, massage therapist......). I gave her the most sensual, erotic massage that I have ever been a part of. I was just as turned on as her, and was so wet, I could see where I was sitting on her butt. I rubbed every inch of her body from her toes to her ears, and was really in the moment. I finally got to a point where my hands could no longer do any more. I lay down next to her, and we just stared at each other for the longest time. She ask me to lay down, and I thought she was going to reciprocate the massage. I was flat on my stomach, and she gently pulled my legs apart a bit. She then started kissing my ankles, and worked her way up, slowly and surely. When she got up to my ass, she used both hands to pull me up a bit, and immediately stuck her tongue in my eager pussy.
Fifteen minutes later, we were already spent, and had cum a couple of times each. We lay there holding each other, trying to catch out breath, and when I went to get up to get some water, I realized that Amy was sound asleep. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water, then went to take another shower. I was only in there for a couple of minutes, and was feeling really invigorated. It was late, but didn't feel the least bit tired. In fact, I was hungry, and only then realized that I never ate dinner. LOL. I got dressed, found my emergency cigarette stash, and went outside and sat on the steps. As I sat there smoking, I was flooded with all sorts of emotions.........happiness, sadness, fear, regret, guilt, love? I don't know what I was feeling, but I found myself crying. Over what? I don't know.
I went back inside to find Amy coming out of the room. I explained that I was out smoking, and she said she wanted one. So I went back outside, and had another one with her. Amy had come out only in a blanket. It wasn't that big of deal, there was certainly nobody out this time of the night, and she was pretty covered up. She was sitting in front of me, and we were just chatting, smoking, and chillin. I leaned down, and kissed her neck, just kind of an affectionate thing. Boom, there we were, making out on the stairs. It would have been quite the show for anyone watching.........Amy on top of me with her blanket on, buck naked, making out with another chick..........it was quite funny. We heard a car approaching and gathered ourselves, laughing the entire time. We smoke yet another cigarette and then went inside to find something to eat.
Unfortunately, I was like Old Mother Hubbard with some empty ass cupboard. So, drove out to the truck stop for some breakfast. Let me tell you, there aren't many pretty people out at that hour of the night on a Monday. We spent more time making up stories about the people that surrounded us than anything else. At the table behind us was Billy Bob Bennet, the owner of Billy Bob's bait, tackle, satellite and plumbing store. Behind him was Bubba Ray and Tony the truck driving team who were desperately trying to hide their gay love for each other. I could go on, but I won't. It was still pretty funny,.
So we leave the truck stop, and within minutes, are being pulled over by Bonneville County. I wasn't speeding, I did a full stop at the sign, I already had my plates on, and certainly wasn't swerving. I put my flashers on, and waited to pull over to a place that had more light. The cop who pulled us over was all of about 12. He asked for the usual, I gave it to him, and then asked if we knew why he pulled us over. Amy leans over me, looks up at him and says "Because you wanted to get a closer view of the hot chicks driving the hot car?" Little Boy Cop blushes a bit and says "No ma'am, I clocked you doing 52 in a 45 back there. Where are you going in such a hurry?" I was about to say something when Amy chimes in again "Wouldn't you be speeding if YOU were going back to her place for the night?" He blushed again, and before he could say anything else I told him, "Officer, I know I was going the speed limit, I am a very conscientious driver, and I know I was probably under to tell you the truth." Well, he took my stuff back to his car, and was back a minute later and told me to watch my speed, and to drive careful. Amy leaned over again, kissed me on the mouth, and told him "We definitely want to get home safe." I grabbed my shit, rolled up the window and bust out laughing.
(So yeah, I have written quite a bit more than I envisioned today, but I haven't gotten to the REALLY juicy part yet. Stay with me on this journey, won't you?)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Boise State and TCU, and other comments.
Dear Anonymous commenter:
I didn't think TCU fans were smart enough to get on the internet, let alone READ. I am so kidding. I was pulling for TCU during that bowl game. I think Andy Dalton was probably one of the top 3 senior quarterbacks from last year. I don't think that Cam Newton was the best last year, but the 4 best quarterbacks last year (in no particular order) were Dalton, Kapernick (from Nevada), Cam Newton and Kellen Moore. Either way, it is nice to know that they will be playing each other in Boise this year. Unfortunately for you, Boise doesn't lose home games, so you have that going against you already. And you no longer have Dalton, another strike. TCU is another great mid-major team, and I root for them any time they are not playing Boise.
To the other commenter: Thanks for applauding my choice on cars. I love my Magnum............I have it over at a performance shop right now getting new exhaust, cold air induction and they are programming the "Diablo Programmer" that came with the car. (I know nothing of programmers, or chips or performance). I knew I wanted louder exhaust (I am like a guy when it comes to that shit), and my friend Mikey told me to get the cold air intake.I am supposed to get better gas mileage, and more power.
I didn't think TCU fans were smart enough to get on the internet, let alone READ. I am so kidding. I was pulling for TCU during that bowl game. I think Andy Dalton was probably one of the top 3 senior quarterbacks from last year. I don't think that Cam Newton was the best last year, but the 4 best quarterbacks last year (in no particular order) were Dalton, Kapernick (from Nevada), Cam Newton and Kellen Moore. Either way, it is nice to know that they will be playing each other in Boise this year. Unfortunately for you, Boise doesn't lose home games, so you have that going against you already. And you no longer have Dalton, another strike. TCU is another great mid-major team, and I root for them any time they are not playing Boise.
To the other commenter: Thanks for applauding my choice on cars. I love my Magnum............I have it over at a performance shop right now getting new exhaust, cold air induction and they are programming the "Diablo Programmer" that came with the car. (I know nothing of programmers, or chips or performance). I knew I wanted louder exhaust (I am like a guy when it comes to that shit), and my friend Mikey told me to get the cold air intake.I am supposed to get better gas mileage, and more power.
Friday, April 1, 2011
I am in Boise with my new car!
So I started doing some research on the internet, and I found that Idaho Falls doesn't have the best prices on cars. Yeah, big surprise. So, I found a few cars in Salt Lake, but didn't really want to go down there, and then I found some more in Boise. I was on the fence as to where I was going to go, when I started talking with a guy friend of mine, and found out that he was driving over to Kennewick, Wa yesterday to see his sister, and that I could get a ride with him. So, I took him up on it, and sucked his cock on the way over as my way of thanking him. Not really. My friend Amanda came along with me, and we got a hotel up by the mall, and started plotting out my car shopping. The first car I wanted to look at was out in Nampa. It is a black 2007 Dodge Magnum SRT8. It is a real wheel drive car, I know, but I had to start somewhere, and I had never driven one, or knew for sure if I would like it.
So, this morning, I call the car lot, tell them what I am interested in, and they send a salesman to my hotel room with the car. I am putting it mildly when I say it is FUCKING SWEET! The car has a shitload of power, an aftermarket in-dash DVD/GPS, aftermarket speakers throughout, 20" tires and sweet-ass rims, super-dark tint, and leather. The car gets shit for gas mileage, but it's all good, it's SWEET!
I am only financing $12000 on the car, I put the rest down in cash. I actually got them to give me a real good deal on it. They took $2000 off of the price right off the top before we even started really negotiating. It was 10 this morning when we started all this, and there are 3 or 4 other car lots within walking distance, so I wasn't in a huge hurry. But, you know how car dealers are................always one more word before you leave, one more deal. So, I sat down with him again, and before we were done, he took $3500 off of the price, threw in new tires, filled the tank with gas, and gave me $50 gift certificate to "On the Border". So, I am pretty pleased with myself. Not bad for a dumb girl.
I did go out and get pretty trashed last night, and made-out with some random hot-chick. She was even more trashed then I was, and kept asking me if she could taste my pussy. It was actually quite amusing. I thought about taking her back to the hotel, but my friend would've been pissed, and she was so drunk, she probably would've passed out on the way back in the cab anyhow.
So, this morning, I call the car lot, tell them what I am interested in, and they send a salesman to my hotel room with the car. I am putting it mildly when I say it is FUCKING SWEET! The car has a shitload of power, an aftermarket in-dash DVD/GPS, aftermarket speakers throughout, 20" tires and sweet-ass rims, super-dark tint, and leather. The car gets shit for gas mileage, but it's all good, it's SWEET!
I am only financing $12000 on the car, I put the rest down in cash. I actually got them to give me a real good deal on it. They took $2000 off of the price right off the top before we even started really negotiating. It was 10 this morning when we started all this, and there are 3 or 4 other car lots within walking distance, so I wasn't in a huge hurry. But, you know how car dealers are................always one more word before you leave, one more deal. So, I sat down with him again, and before we were done, he took $3500 off of the price, threw in new tires, filled the tank with gas, and gave me $50 gift certificate to "On the Border". So, I am pretty pleased with myself. Not bad for a dumb girl.
I did go out and get pretty trashed last night, and made-out with some random hot-chick. She was even more trashed then I was, and kept asking me if she could taste my pussy. It was actually quite amusing. I thought about taking her back to the hotel, but my friend would've been pissed, and she was so drunk, she probably would've passed out on the way back in the cab anyhow.
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