Wow, can you keep it under control?
I've been kind of dry on what to post lately.
The wife has been sick so no sex to report.
Work is work. Same shit different day is all I can report.
I don't feel the need to dwell on my past at the moment.
Oh, I know, my Mom is selling her house. She has lived there for 42 years. I spent virtually all of my child hood there. Since my Dad passed away right before Christmas of 1999, we've talked to her about doing this and the time has arrived. She's moving into a house my brother is buying and moving day is this Saturday.
Yeah, my life is so very exciting.
Update
My son and his team did well in the tournament this past weekend but poor officiating gave the home team two goals in a game our team needed to win and they lost 6-5. My son's team ended up in third but they easily could have won the tournament.
Whiplash alert...
In better news, we had a suite in the hotel and the wife and I had some awesome sex. I took her from behind and I can't remember enjoying it that way so much.
Work is better. Things seem to have calmed down but the stuff I will have to get done will pick up exponentially over the next few days and some big deadlines are looming. I'll get past it.
I'm hoping to have some more awesome sex with the wife tonight or tomorrow. Do you guys have any suggestions for something new we could try?
Weekend a day early!
I'm not in the office today. My son has a hockey tournament this weekend. The first game is tonight at 5PM and the rink is two hours away so we're going down there early and staying overnight tonight and tomorrow.
He really enjoys playing hockey. In the last tournament, he played defense very well and actually scored a goal with 36 seconds left in the last game.
The picture in the link below is of him right after he scored.
Update
I've been up to HERE with work. Today's meeting went about as expected but a wrinkle was that the boss's boss totally forgot that my project is at it's middle point and the things he wanted to see are not available yet and won't be for at least 90 days! The guy is friggin' 80 years old and I think he's going senile in some ways. The odd part is that in a lot of ways he's brilliant and a legend in this industry but he can be so schizophrenic at times. It's weird.
Still Busy As A....
Work has gotten somewhat better thanks to my very supportive boss. The boss understands the complexity of what I do and the complication of it being the first time I have done this here. Because of that, boss has given me great advice on necessary changes in what was done and changes in the process going forward. But the best advice boss gave was to take the initiative over the situation and schedule a meeting to explain where I am in the project and give a post mortem/lessons learned from this go around. I have planned that meeting for Tuesday and I will spend all of Monday getting ready for that Tuesday morning meeting.
For the meeting, I’ll briefly lay out where we are in the current project and give some key milestones in the near future. After that, I’ll update the group with some figures on recent revenue and then I’ll do the post/mortem with some visual aids. Last, I’ll do a discussion on future considerations in light of recent events. That should easily fill an hour and satisfy the higher ups that progress is being made although it’s not all visible yet.
I might actually come out of this relatively unscathed, though I have a nagging fear that the situation might be more serious than it seems on the surface. It might just be my pessimism and negativity creeping in but with my luck the thing I think is least likely to happen will. So, I rationalize that if I really analyze the situation and expect the worst the opposite (or not as worse) will happen. I actually could be jinxing it by even typing this by my fucked up logic!
Busy as a...
Things have been crazy at work. I'm up to my ears and barely able to get a breath lately.
I am even a little concerned that some things have not gone as well as I would like. It makes me wonder what the higher ups feel about my performance as of late. I think my boss is fine with how things have been going but you never know sometimes.
I have to present a how's it going report next week and I think they may not be thrilled with some slippage in the schedule of how my overall project is going.
I am just going to have to get through it and make it out the other end.
Maryland Again
I want to go back to my Maryland experiences again for a bit. I'll get back to "The Trip" story in a couple of days. I think I am going to put an installment of it up every Wednesday...
I had a lot of great experiences while stationed in Maryland. Touring the museums and memorials in Washington were wonderful things to do. I especially liked the Air & Space Museum. They have since opened an annex of the Air & Space Museum out near Dulles Airport that I intend to take my family down to see this summer.
I once self toured the Capitol Building and ended up lost in the basement. I'm hoping that wouldn't happen now with all the layers of security since 9/11.
Walking the National Mall in the summer is one of the great things to do while in our nations capitol. I highly recommend it. But be prepared with either water bottles or money to buy them because it gets very hot and humid in the summer. The best thing about the heat is that the women tourists present so much to look at what with the shorts and loose clothing and all. To cool off and enjoy a great view, stand inside an entrance to a air conditioned building and watch the nipples pop out as women enter the building! It's very enjoyable if a little pervy. Just try not to be too obvious and keep your leers confined to the females above 18 if at all possible. It helps if you wear sunglasses, too.
Another great thing to do there is to walk along the C&O canal. The best time is in the fall around Veteran's Day. The leaves are turning and the colors are fantastic. I have picture of one of the locks of the canal and the colors are explosive along with the reflection in the water. It was just spectacular. I would share my favorite picture taken there but it was taken with film (y'all remember film, dontcha?) and I don't have a scanner. I had it blown up to 8x10 and it hangs in my dining room.
Moving on...
I did send that link I talked about in yesterday's post to my wife. We had gotten on the subject of blogs and she had no idea what a blog was. I explained the concept to her and figured this would be a good opportunity to show her a blog and give her some idea of what I would like. So I sent her the link.
She should have seen it today but so far no acknowledgment from her. I don't expect anything to come of it (or cum of it, if you will). Such is my life. Any of you sexy women out there want to tie me up and have their way with me? It's not so much that I even want to be tied up as much as I want a woman to touch me, massage me, jerk me off, give me head, ride me, talk dirty to me etc. One of any of these in a fuck session would be nice. Do two of them in the same period and I don't know what I would do. I would most definitely do the same for you (I am a giving person with sex and I like to return the favor).
Want to tie me up with some of your ties, Tye?
My wife and I had some awesome sex the other night.
We lit the candles and put on some music after the boy went to bed. She had on a camisole and peach boy shorts and I was nude. I also took some Levitra to help things along so I was rock hard and ready to roll.
We hugged and kissed and I roamed my hands all over her back, side and legs. Next I kneaded and massaged her breasts and played with her nipples after which I kissed her arms while running my hands up and down her thighs (inside and out) while deliberately avoiding her pussy. She had one of her legs between mine and used her knee to rub my penis. That's about all the touching I usually get from her and tonight was no different. Oh well! I moved on from there and began kissing and nibbling the inside of her thighs and on her belly through her panties. At this point, she began to moan and move her crotch toward my face. I then kissed my way back up her chest and with my body positioned on top of her dry humped her while she still wore her lace panties. After that, I kissed my way back down to her box and pulled the panties off and began to lick all around her wet snatch. I got one of my fingers really wet and slowly slipped it in her anus while I started sucking on her clit. She really began to moan after about 10 or 15 minutes of this and begged me to fuck her. I lubed up and we fucked missionary and I think she came twice.
The sex was pretty good but I wish she would take a more active role in our love play. After reading
this post on Dirty Little Mind, I've been thinking about telling my wife to tie me up and have her way with me. The problem with it is two fold: I don't think she'd know what to do with me and I don't think she'd do it.
I might send her the link but I don't think she would read it.
The Trip Part 4
For the evening out, I selected dark tan khaki pants, a purplish gray polo pullover and brown suede lace up shoes. I intended to wear a tweed blazer over that. Casual dress is my middle name!
I had asked at the front desk of the hotel and they told me that the restaurant was a local institution with excellent food (chop house type) and drinks. They also mentioned that it had a patio on the beach in the back of the restaurant and had recently been remodeled. They also commented that it was a great place for a meal and to spend an evening.
A few minutes after the appointed time (fashionably late), I arrived at the restaurant by cab. Once inside, I could see that it had a large oval bar with stools and booths to one side separated by a wall from a more private dining area to the other side.
I approached the Maitre D’/Reservation podium and mentioned, “Good Evening, I’m here to meet Carole S.” The attractive girl (in her early 20’s) behind the podium gave me a big smile and replied, “Ah, you must be Mr. Kelly, right this way sir!”, and she picked up two menus from a stack under the podium.
“How did she know my name?”, I thought, a little shocked. Then I figured that since she worked in the hotel pool/bar, with a little inquiry she probably had just about everything on me that the hotel did. I’m going to have to keep my wits about me.
The greeter girl escorted me to a corner banquette booth in the darkened dining area. As I sat down I noticed the music playing was a nice, soulful jazz – different than the pop/dance rock coming from the bar/patio area. “Can I get you a drink while your waiting for Carole, Sir?” cooed the greeter. “Certainly, Dewar’s neat – ice water in a separate glass”, I replied. “Very good, sir”, she answered as she backed away.
Alone at the table, I noted the surroundings. Each circular table had fitted white table cloths that just about reached the floor. The tables were set elegantly with folded cloth napkins, silver and crystal. Each table had a foot high wrought iron stand in the middle that held three crystal globe candles at different heights. The tables were also lit by discreet spot lights from the ceiling that just barely covered the tables. There were also electric wall sconces similar to the candle holders on the table but they were decorative and did not add illumination to the scene. The walls were dark cherry wood panels. The center of the room was occupied by a 6 foot diameter hearth, stone base, a metal stove pipe hanging from the ceiling with no support from the floor and a chain mail grate hanging from it around the barely glowing embers in the combustion area.
It appeared that out of the 20 or so tables in the oval shaped room, all but 2 or 3 were occupied with couples and foursomes. As I was surveying the room, a waitress brought my drink to the table as well as a champagne bucket with a chilling bottle of Dom Perignon. “Compliments of the owner” she said. At this point, I am seriously wondering what the deal was about this “waitress” I met at the hotel this afternoon.
To be continued…
The Trip Part 3
After fine tuning the presentation, I flicked on the TV and out of boredom but with a purpose, bought a pay per view. Porn if you must know. You see, I fully subscribe to the theory as proposed in “Something About Mary” that to perform better sexually you have to keep the pipes clean and flowing – so to speak. As the movie came on and got past the cheesy opening and credits I shed my clothes and got comfortable on the bed with my manhood and some tissues to, er, catch my, uh, production.
I had selected a film with “amateurs” as I just don’t seem to be turned on by the fakeness of the fully produced and acted porn that’s made nowadays. The first couple in the film got my interest right away. It started with both of them naked, in a large bedroom. The girl had an average body (lots of curves and a little body fat – more like a real girl) with a thin landing strip of hair above her slit. She was about 5’2” with red hair on her head and pussy. I love red heads! They’re almost albino you know!
The man was about 5’10”, average build with a little paunch in the stomach and short brown hair. It appeared that he was almost hairless in the crotch. They started with her sitting on the bed and she grabbed his 6 or 7 inches of hard manhood and began to lick around the tip while cupping his balls with her right hand. He had his right hand at the back of her head and the left hand behind his back. As she got into it she licked up and down the shaft a few times and then took the head in her mouth while slowly stroking the shaft with her left hand. Right about then, she reached around to his back with her right hand and slowly moved her fingertips up and down his ass crack. This did something for both him and I as he started pumping her head with both of hands onto his cock and I began stroking mine.
After a few minutes of that, the girl laid back with her ass on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. The guy kneeled in front of her and started massaging up and down the inside of her thighs while just barely brushing her pussy. Shortly into this he began kissing the thighs and her belly just above the snatch. You could see this was working her into a lather as her labia were glistening and she was gently lifting/thrusting her pelvis to him.
He obviously knew her well and how to please her as at this point he licked her up and down from her asshole to her clit and used his fingertips to massage up and down her slit and anus. It was obvious that she loved this as she began to quietly moan and pant. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her box. He must have taken this as a sign and really began to lick at her clit and was pulsing two fingers into and out of her pussy. In a few minutes, he quickened his pace and she screamed out, “Yes, baby, that’s it! Yes, I’m cuming!” She arched her back and gutturally cried out, “Ohhhhhhh, Yes!”
He stopped licking her as she came down from the orgasm and she rolled over, got on all fours and said, “Gimme your cock now, baby, I want to feel you cum inside me!” He shoved it in to hilt in one motion and started pulling it out all the way and shoving it back inside reapeatedly. He had his hands on her shoulders, pulling her towards him and you could hear their thighs slapping together. That was enough for me and I came.
I shut the movie off after that. One session was good enough for me if there was a possibility of getting anything from Carole S. that night. Time for a shave and shower.
To be continued…
The Trip - Part 2
“Wow”, I thought to myself “She could certainly help me relax.” Just then, she turned from the bar and headed towards me. With a smile she said, “Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?” Thinking fast, I replied, “Well sure, two things, another beer first but I was wondering if you knew of any fun places to have dinner and hang out tonight?” At this question, her smile changed to a playful, almost seductive look and she thoughtfully looked me up and down. “Hmmm, you look like a guy in need of a nice dinner and a fun night. I’m done for the day in a couple of hours, why don’t you meet me at this restaurant, we’ll have dinner and see where the night takes us?” and she wrote down the name of a restaurant and an address and handed it to me. “I’ll get you another Sam Adams, Sir.” With a hair flip and a turn she was off to the bar.
I looked at the slip of paper she handed me:
7PM
Carella’s
1521 South Blvd.
Dressy Casual
Ask for Carole S.
“Huh?” I thought. “That was different.” This was the first time I could recall getting a date without even giving my name! Better yet, my cock began to harden thinking way ahead to the possibilities of getting a better look at what was under that white skirt. I had to take a moment to calm down and think.
By the time “Carole S.” returned with my beer, I was ready. She placed the beer on the table and said, “Anything else I can do for you, Sir?” “Let’s see about that later”, I said with a broad smile and trying not to look too lecherous. A smile and the twinkle in her eyes gave me a signal that she got the message that I would be there and she said, “Enjoy your evening.”
I finished my beer quickly, headed to my room to put the finishing touches on my presentation and get ready for the evening ahead.
To Be Continued...
A Story
The flight to Tampa was crowded with other business travelers and some families with small children. Now, I have children myself but I seem to have little patience for children that are allowed to run wild in public. I have taught my son to behave in public and to be careful not to annoy others (particularly when we travel). He’s no angel but we rarely have to correct his behavior in public. The kids on this flight behaved completely opposite of what I would expect of my son. Feet kicking the seats in front of them. Talking or crying loudly. Making demands of their parents and the flight attendants. I have never been so happy to walk off of a plane in my life!
Now, I’m at the hotel, it’s a sunny day, 83 degrees and sitting by the pool with an ice cold beer in my hand. The stress of the flight is melting away. I begin thinking of how I will pass the time this evening. After all, my meetings tomorrow don’t start until 10AM and a guy has to keep himself occupied. “What to do, what to do?”, I ask myself.
“Well, a couple more of these for starters”, I think to myself as I drain the frosty bottle of Sam Adams. “Yeah, good idea.” I motion for the waitress and she brings another cold beer to quench my thirst.
As she walks away I notice the mid thigh length, white skirt that covers a very nice ass she possessed. How did I miss that when I sat down? That flight and the pressure I’m under for my presentation tomorrow must be really weighing me down.
I take a long pull of the beer, recline the lounger I’m sitting in, lean back and put my arms behind my head. “You need to relax, dude”, I say to myself.
A couple more drains of the bottle and it’s time for another beer. I look around for the waitress and this time I take a long look at her before I call her over. She’s about late 30’s early 40’s, shapely figure, shoulder length brown hair, smallish tits that looked great on her.
Hmmmmm?!?
Interruptions
I have to interrupt my Maryland series for a busy weekend. I left work a little early yesterday so that we can travel to a hockey tournament my son is participating in. His team had a game at 7:15AM this morning and if we did not leave last night and stay in a hotel then we would have had to get up at 4 AM and leave home at about 5 AM this morning. So the lesser of 2 evils was to leave early last night, stay in a hotel near the rink (15 minutes away), and roll out of bed at least 2 hours later. They have a game later today at 4:15PM so having a hotel room also gives us someplace to go between games. We are staying tonight, too, since they have a game at 9:15AM Sunday.
Not to change the subject but I've been horny as hell lately. I think it has something (actually alot) to do with the photos that Madame X has been putting on her blog and in the private photo area lately. They have me all verklempt! She has on black lace panties or nothing and her hands are in all the right places. I actually feel a little better today since the wife had the lace boy shorts on Thursday night and you know that means - I get some sex. She was really into it too - humping my hands and face. I'm pretty sure she came at least twice. I'm hard thinking about both my wife and Madame X right now. I wish my wife was into threesomes, I think we'd have a great time together. I've asked her in the past to do a threesome and she's definitely against it. There are a number of reasons I think she is against it - First, she's incredibly self conscious about her body. Second, she's the jealous type and it would really bother her. Third, there's no way she would even touch another woman sexually (I can understand that one).
I would let her bring a man for a threesome. That wouldn't bother me. To see my wife in ecstasy would be so cool! I actually have a fantasy of coming into the house and coming upon her and another man going at it. My feelings if that would really happen would start out as pissed off but if it was done openly, not emotionally, and for my benefit, too, then I could be accepting of it. But in all honesty, I would prefer it to be totally open and with my knowlege beforehand.
Maryland My Marland part 3
Why I’m writing all this about my hangouts in Maryland has a lot to do with my social and sexual awakening. It was an important period in my life and has a lot to do with who and what I am today.
A key moment in my life happened when I met my ex-fiance in “The Deuce”. Sharon (not her real name) was in the Navy and had just got assigned to our base. I asked her to dance and we spent the rest of the evening talking and dancing. She had greenish eyes and long black hair and was from a town in Michigan midway between Detroit and Chicago. After our first dance, she explained that she was pregnant and was sent back to the states from her overseas assignment since the base there did not have facilities to handle pregnancies and delivery. The father was not in the picture either. I did not see any problem with doing anything with this girl (socially or sexually). At the end of the night, we went back to her room in the dorm and spent the night together.
Things with her progressed quickly and we got serious pretty fast. In hindsight it was a mistake. I am pretty sure she saw me as a mark that she could use during her pregnancy and maybe after. We ended up moving in together and she asked me to be the father of the baby and be there for the delivery. I was floored and honored by this and quickly agreed. Shortly after that we were engaged. I went through the whole pregnancy with her and was there for the delivery of her daughter. Sharon even put my name on the baby’s birth certificate as the father. It’s funny now but my family had a hard time believing that the baby was not mine and why I would agree to be the father. I did it because I saw this girl in need, I loved her and it was the right thing to do.
I have to tell you that I loved being a father (even for a baby that was not mine). I changed diapers, bathed her, dressed her and all that stuff. My family accepted her as a blood relative even with the circumstances.
After the baby came, things went down hill pretty fast. We started arguing, money became a problem, too. We eventually broke up after Christmas of 1984 but stayed in the same apartment until our lease expired in June of that year (both of our names were on the lease and we could not break it). Much later on after we broke up I found out that she cheated on me twice while we were together. In fact, the signs were there at the times she cheated but my blind love ignored them.
I was naïve; she used that and broke my heart. I drank heavily after we broke up. I even took up smoking (still smoke now but only occasionally).
I often think of Sharon’s little girl (she’d be about 22 now!) and what she told her about the father’s name on the birth certificate. I half expect her to show up or try and contact me someday and get the real story.
There are quite a few odd details of the relationship with Sharon that I should share for the record. For example, here are some odd facts and happenings during our relationship: The baby’s father was Sharon’s Navy recruiter. The sex we had was simple and vanilla. After we broke up, she used to like to give me a hand job occasionally – even though she never did while we were together. We fucked up until the night before her water broke and she went into labor. I never used a condom with her. She and the baby were the reason I re-enlisted after my first 4 years in the Air Force were up. After we broke up, I fucked a girl on the couch in the living room while Sharon and the baby slept in the bed room (that’s another complicated story).
The time I spent drinking and carousing was what I was about back then. My work and commitments as a member of the Air Force were secondary to all of this. I look back on it now and I should have been spending more time taking college courses and trying to improve myself instead of wasting my time and paychecks on booze, women and these experiences. Not that I regret it so much but I should have spent less time on the high life and more time with professional improvements. I would be better for it now.
Maryland My Maryland (continued)
As I left off at the end of yesterday's post, the best place we partied at was Hammerjacks.
Hammerjacks was a rock and roll bar built for rock and rollers! Located in a converted warehouse south of Baltimore’s inner harbor (just about where the east side of the Raven’s football stadium is now situated), it had two floors with the second floor like a balcony over the first.
It was originally only in one warehouse but then it was expanded to add a second, larger space in the warehouse next door. This added space was set up as a concert venue (no seats mind you – just some bar stools scattered near the bars and walls) with two floors, the second floor looked over the space in front of the stage.
The whole place was walled with bare, red brick that you would expect to see in an ancient warehouse. The balconies had black, wrought iron railings topped in wood with little shelves to hold drinks. Lighting was mostly spots and dimly lit except by the bars (there were 5 separate bars in the first space before the expansion – 3 down stairs and 2 up, 6 more were added with the expansion).
The walls were decorated in bright neon sculptures of drinks, guitars and the Hammerjacks logo in bright yellow. This was a great place to party! I got to know Brian, one of the bartenders, really well and my friends and I were considered regulars. Our status actually got us back stage at a number of concerts (Joan Jett, Kix, Bon Jovi before they got big). Brian used to be a guitar tech for Jimmy Page of Led Zepplin fame.
When they opened the concert venue next door it made it the place to be on Friday’s and Saturday’s. Beers and Kamikazes were my drinks of choice here. They had fantastic New Years Eve parties, too! Wall to wall people. As a matter of fact, I was dating a girl named Brenda at one time and I wanted to take her to Hammerjacks on New Years Eve but she had plans to go somewhere with her girlfriends. I went to Hammerjacks anyway. Wouldn’t you know that she tracked me down and found me at the bar at midnight! We had a great kiss and grope amongst the throng of people there to see a Kix concert. Kix was almost like the house band – they never made it really big though. I did see them at the Marquee Club in London, England a few years later – how I got to see them and sing on stage with them is another story.
I spent many a drunk night at Hammerjacks and closed the place often. As a gift when I left for my assignment to England in 1986, my friends there gave me a silk tour jacket with the club logo embroidered on the back. I cherished it for many years till it was thread bare and did not cover my aging pot belly anymore!
Sadly, with the building of Camden Yards and the Ravens Stadium, the building was demolished and the club tried to move but it was not successful. It has since been reincarnated nearer inner harbor as a dance club with DJ’s. I hear it’s very popular but it does not sound like the place I practically called home back in the early to mid 80’s.
