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OK, now where was I? Oh yea, Bubby called me (for background on Bubby see HERE , HERE and HERE , lol). The last time I had seen Bubby was almost 2 weeks ago, when he called and asked me if I wanted to go fishing with him, his brother and his wife (GF actually) on their boat. I hadn’t caught anything in the Ohio river in a while so I told him “I’m on my way!” and drove out to Owensboro. We had a pretty good time, but Bubby was a little too dunk for my tastes, on the border of dumbass. The way he was acting was a real turn off.
I could still tell my suspicions about Bubby and his Brother’s girlfriend were probably correct, with the way they were almost flirting with each other. It didn’t bother me though, after the last time we were together I really wasn’t interested. I ended up catching the first (and only) fish, which seemed to piss her off, so it was time to go home. We went back to their place, to finish drinking one and I packed my gear back in the car. Bubby had taken a shower and tried to get me to come with him in his room, but I turned him down, and went home by my lonesome, much to his disappointment. I was still pissed about the 2 fingers shoved up my ass thing and as booty calls go, he doesn’t really do it for me anymore (god that makes me sound like such a bitch, lol).
So anyways, Bubby calls me up and asks if I wanted to come over for dinner, wine and a movie maybe, and he had some smoke too. He’s back living at his Mom’s due to a fight with his brother (something about the GF), but friends of his let him house sit while they went to Florida for vacation. Any excuse to get out of the house is a good one, so I waited until the visiting kid’s Mom came and picked him up, and drove out there. The house was really nice, and dinner was great. We ended up getting pretty buzzed and watched a movie, and me made popcorn from scratch.
These people had a new living room suite covered with this dark red ultra-suede like fabric that was nice and soft. The couch was big and comfy, but I loved the arm-chair chaise lounge, and sat in that while we watched TV. He asked me why I was sitting so far, and I told him it was really comfy and I liked it, but eventually ended up laying next to him on the couch. We had kissed lightly a couple times during the evening, but I had let him know that I had to go home. He kept mentioning stuff (trying to play the guilt card), like I was lucky, this was for my birthday, he cooked me dinner, made me popcorn, got high, blah blah blah, while asking me if I was sure I had to go.
I was like “Now I KNOW he doesn’t expect me to pay with pussy cause he made me dinner and got me high”. Sorry, but I think men are just so stupid sometimes. The guilt card may work with some, but not in the real world with me. Well, I told him no, so on my way out we smoked another doobie. We started talking and he started telling me how shitty it was living at his Mom’s, how his divorce was going. Then he said he knew I had to go and it was good having me over, he was glad he called me, etc. He then admitted to being lonely and he just wanted some company, and that how good it would be if I stayed, but he understood if I had to go.
For real, I had had a pretty full day already, sexually speaking (remember my slut comment? It’s biting me now, lol), but I looked in his eyes while we were talking and realized he was pretty sober. He had his emotions written all over his face for a change and that’s when my empathy kicked in. I hate to see (most) people hurt or in pain. I pick up on others vibes like radar and pay attention to body language, more than what someone’s mouth may be saying at the time. To make long story short, I eventually gave in and spent the night. What can I say? I’m a sucker for friends in pain.
We laid back down on the couch (after I had went into the bathroom and secretly removed the panties I had worn under my dress) and started making out. He noticed the missing panties right away and grinned while I unbuttoned the front of my dress. Bubby got up and gabbed a towel to lay down and I thought “smart boy, he knows how much I cum”, lol. We started making love on the new sofa, I had his cock in my face and he had his fingers deep in my pussy. I just love teaching guys how to find my g-spot if they’re receptive, lol.
As I was licking the hell out of his dick, he confessed he really REALLY loved the peppermint Altoids (curiously strong!) I used on his blowjobs. I told him unfortunately I didn’t have any in my purse (I got to remember to fill my travel tin) so a regular blowjob would have to suffice. That’s when he told me no one had ever given him head like I had before, and remember “That’s right, you’ve never cum in someone’s mouth before . . .I’ll have to take care of that” and proceeded to suck his cock like it was air hose and I was drowning, lol. “Well, I don’t really want to do that right now, cause I want to feel that hot, tight wet pussy.” I still kept sucking though, and fingering my pussy and moaning all over his dick.
“Damn girl, you better quit before you make me cum.” he warned me, so I stopped. The couch was nice, but way to comfy for fucking, so I got up and laid down on the new rug. “Wait, here’s the towel.” He said, taking it off the couch and putting it on the floor and laying down. “Hmmm, time for dessert” I thought, as he spread apart my legs and started licking me lightly. I knew he really didn’t care for eating pussy unless he’s drunk (remember the previous post?), so I was kinda surprised he was doing it. It was then that I realized, I don’t think we had ever had sex when he was sober before.
He was attentive, enjoying my body as he caressed me into pleasure. I was really digging the way he was playing with my pussy, light touches on my clit and lips while other fingers probed for just the right spot. He got all excited as he kissed me and I moaned with pleasure in his mouth, and dripped on his fingers. “Stick your cock in my face!” I whispered in his ear. He sat up eagerly and soon I had him balls deep in my mouth, loving every inch of it, really getting into the moment.
While we were making out on the couch he had told me I could do whatever I wanted with him, and I know what that means! Normally I woulda jumped at the chance of “anything I wanted”, but I decided to restrict my passions, it wouldn’t be fair since he was just a friend and FB, and I had no romantic inclinations anymore. Instead once again, I was giving him more oral sex than he had ever had in his marriage, and he was diggin it too (who wouldn’t? lol).
Even though I still wanted to take his “came-in-her-mouth” cherry, he wanted to feel my pussy more, and crawled down and pulled my legs wide apart. Licking his fingers, he played with my clit again, as if asking permission. I could smell our lust radiating through the air, like heat waves from asphalt on a steamy summer afternoon. He parted my lips and slid inside me deep. Ohhh I was hot! I could feel my pussy muscles contract on his cock, trying to pull him deeper inside. Did I ever mention I have very good pussy control? Lol
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me tighter, gyrating my pussy on his cock, rubbing my clit back and forth in the process. Damn I was so fucking wet! I could feel my juices flowing on down to puddle in my asshole. Reaching between my legs with my hand, I started rubbing his cock (and my clit) as it slid back and forth inside of me. I felt myself cumming again and so did he. I stretched my arm and inserted a finger in my pussy to keep company with his cock. It drove him crazy and I felt his throbbing cock swell even more.
His excitement got me even hotter, so reached out and put another finger in, crowding his cock. Both of my fingers were were hooked onto my g-spot and hitting it just SO and my pussy started convulsing in orgasm. I was cumming loudly and gasping “ohhhh, fuck me faster, faster!” and that was all she wrote. Bubby’s eyes rolled back in his head and he made the “O” face, while his body shook and his cum flowed into mine. His body twitched in time with my pussy muscles as I squeezed every drop of cum out of him.
We laid down there on the living room rug (still on top of the towel, lol) and fell down into a snuggly sleep. I woke up around 4:30 and drove home, as the morning sky just beginning to lighten at the edges. When I got home I logged online (of course, internet junkie that I am) and began camming and chatting on ANYwebcam. I saw Rod was on and we switched over to yahoo after I told him in chat I had just gotten home, and he asked “From work?” and I said “Um, no”. He’s been having a real hard time adjusting to the fact that I’m not in love with him. Unfortunatley for our friendship, jealousy has reared it’s ugly head (not me, I don’t get jealous, just possessive, lol).
Here’s how the end of our little chat went:
rodney dangerous: hunnie...i want to thank you for being honest...dont feel like you did anything wrong...this is all about me... you have told me you were not in love with me...and you have been honest...i am so sorry for making you feel bad... i will always love you and hope to remain your friend for life
rodney dangerous: hell when I quit shakin and feelin like puking I will be fine
thesexytech: I hope u feel ok now hunny
thesexytech: are you feeling better now?
rodney dangerous: am i supose to...did i upset you?
thesexytech: well feeling bad isn't good
rodney dangerous: i can take it np
then after some chit chat, this:
rodney dangerous: wish i could make love to you
thesexytech: would that make all my problems go away?
rodney dangerous: i doubt it and it would add to mine....i am so sorry for bein so fucked in the head
thesexytech: hell, even if it didn't make my probs go away, sure would make me forget em for a while
rodney dangerous: i suppose
thesexytech: cheer up sweety, I hate to see you down
rodney dangerous: seems I only chase the impossible dram...and never find the pot of gold
thesexytech: there aint no pot or gold, I found that out looong ago
thesexytech: if we're lucky, we'll just find pot
rodney dangerous: just a big bucket of shi.....
thesexytech: ah now now, life isn't that bad
rodney dangerous: well i never thought i would feel this way again
thesexytech: shes on her meds, isn't it helping? (I’m talking about his GF)
thesexytech: feel what way again?
rodney dangerous: yes and no..she wanted me to fuck her lastnight ...but i was holding out for you.....should have listened to you
thesexytech: you shoulda fucked her
thesexytech: don't hold out for me
thesexytech: you loved her once, yes?
rodney dangerous: if i would have known .....i seem to be stuck on stupid......i just didn’t wanna believe it wouldn’t develop
thesexytech: well, now you know . . . get unstuck . . .and well, what do you want me to say?
(Here is the clincher)
rodney dangerous: its plain to see in your profile and blog that you aren’t the keeping kind
thesexytech: wow, that really hurt
thesexytech: thanks
At this point I started crying and got offline, he really hurt my feelings!
He wrote this after I was offline:
rodney dangerous: like i said its me not you
rodney dangerous: dont worry
And I haven’t chatted with him since. Now don’t start commenting about how wrong he was to say that, I know he’s just hurting and didn’t mean it (I hope not). But still, now I don’t even want to talk to him if he’s gonna be like that (and I know you’re reading this Rod). He was starting to make me feel like I was his personal c2c (cam 2 cam) sex toy, trying to make me feel guilty for leaving him with a set of blue balls the other day. As I’ve said before, guilt trips do not work on me, they just piss me off. I don’t play those silly games. So Rod, please, I want to be your friend hun, but not if you keep making me feel bad.
Now after all that early morning Yahoo Messenger drama, Silk (see post HERE)
IM’d me and said if I wanted to, I could come over and pick up my shoes (I had left a pair of heels at his place back in May), since he had to take the day off. My birthday is on Tuesday the 4th and I wanted to wear those shoes (not to mention needed to get out of the house, lol), so I said I’d come over. He was having a bit of baby’s mama drama (his ex-wife really) going on with her and their son (he got full custody of their 2 boys). We were only gonna be able to visit for a little while, since I would get there at 2 (an hour’s drive) and he had to be somewhere after 3pm.
Well when I knocked on the door, he said come in and met me with a big bear hug in the middle of the living room. It was then that I noticed there was this tall blond chick sitting next to the sofa on the floor. I said hello and he introduced her. I chattered with him for a few minutes, then she got up and said she had to go. After she left I started filling him in on some of what had been going on in the last day, with JD, Bubby and Rod. When I was done, he caught me up on what was happening with him in his life and told me who the chick was. It was his kinda ex-gf, someone he’d been best friends with since high school and they tried the relationship thing but it didn’t work out.
Apparently when she got there, he thought it was me at the door, since I was expected and she was not. He filled me in on some of that drama (it'’s been a helluva week for drama!) and let me know he preferred my company to hers. As I kissed him, I asked "You look stressed out hun, you wanna go relieve some of that stress?” He goes “Sure!” and off we went to the bedroom (here that slut comment bites my ass again!). Luckily I brought my own rubbers with me (better to have them and not need them, than need them and not have them!) cause he was all out, lol. We gave each other head, briefly lol, and got down to business right away.
I got up off my back and turned around on my hands and knees, putting my ass up in the air, my intent clear: I wanted to get fucked! I rubbed my pussy, getting myself good and wet while he was covering his cock. As I guided him in, my pussy went into shock mode. Hmmm, I am so not a size queen, but damn, his fat cock felt soooo good! I erupted and started screaming into the pillow even before he was all the way in. I could feel my wetness as he grabbed my ass and pumped faster. I ground my ass into his hips and bit the pillow so I wouldn’t scream. I was gasping now in the throes of orgasm, when he made his final searing thrust and came. Ohhh, I hadn’t been filled up like that, well, since the last time we fucked, lol. Man, there’s a lot to be said for sex relieving stress, lmao.
This entry is kinda long, so I’ve broken it up into 2 parts. Yesterday was quite an “eventful” one that started early and ended this morning. First one of my son’s friends spent the day here so I was up at 7am, a bit early for me. This kid is an only child, and he’s pretty good, but talks A LOT, and I already have one of those at home. So here I am, having to play hostess and listen to this kid, when all I really want to do is read my new Stephen King book, “From a Buick 8”, outside on the deck. After a bit, I hear the Gator and see JD pull up out front (See my post HERE for background on JD and the Gator). I walked out to ask how his vacation went and we started bullshitting.
I didn’t mention it in my previous blog posting, but a couple weeks ago JD stopped by to “smoke a bowl” with me before he went on vacation. He knew I had been seeing Rod at the time and had stayed away (nice of him). Well, while we were smoking, he told me I still made him horny and saw the huge bulge in his pants. I was pretty wasted and of course horny, and well, a hard on like that is similar to a train wreck, ya can’t look away, lol. It made my mouth water, but Rod was coming that evening. I eyed his hard cock hungrily, but said “No thanks, that would be too much like a slut.” (that notion will bite me in the ass later on in this post).
So JD’s starts telling me about his vacation and I find out he’s got a little “Colombian Nose Candy” left over from his trip, and he offers me some. Well that particular “party favor” never has done much for me in the past, but I was like “Sure, why not?” The kids were already getting on my nerves by then and I needed a little distraction. So he drove the Gator down the hill and out into the woods by the chicken houses and gave me a couple of “bumps”. Actually I was more interested in smoking a bowl, so he lit one up. As we’re talking and smoking, the drug hits and I was like, “Damn, I don’t remember getting horny on this shit”. It used to just make me paranoid, lol, so I never really liked it much.
Well I start buzzing real good, and he tells me he’s horny too. He said he hadn’t cum since he went on vacation. I was like “Damn dude, isn’t that what your wife’s for” but I really didn’t care. My pussy was throbbing and getting wetter by the moment, and I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I was sitting there with my dress hiked up (nothing on underneath of course) and he pulled out his dick and I showed him my pussy. The old “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” strikes again! The blow must’ve affected him a little adversely, because it was the first time I had ever seen him soft (well, not counting after we done those couple times, lol). I threw off my dress and told him to finger me and he pounced on my pussy while I stroked his cock into life.
Pretty soon, my pussy was flowing and he had that wild look in this eye again, really getting off on my cumming. It was kinda cool. His dick quickly moved out of the limp stage and I promptly tried to swallow it, but he really is pretty thick, so I settled on just sucking half. His fingers in my pussy were making me moan around his throbbing hardon, and drip onto the seat of the Gator. I could feel my pussy walls swell, contract and juices drip down to my ass, as he got more excited in my mouth. All too soon, I heard him gasp, “I’m cumming” and tasted the first drops of pre-cum.
I quickly took my mouth off and grasped him tight in my fist and stroked HARD! He exploded into the air, and all down my hand, tits and even dripped on my face. Damn that guy cums A LOT, lol. He was shaking, after the waves of orgasm finally stopped and he gave me the shirt off his back to clean up all the cum, wasn’t that nice of him? Lol, then he tossed it in the back and we left the woods.
Driving back down to the house, I remembered to grab a bucket of manure for my garden, my excuse to the kids for going up there anyways. Kids are so nosy, and I try to be discreet around them. I dropped the manure out by the garden and came in through the back door to avoid any questions, because I knew I probably looked high, and headed straight for the bath.
I also knew I was gonna have to cum or go absolutely freakin nuts, so I took Ms. Pinky (a curved g-spot vibrator) into the bath with me. I sat on the toilet with my Rockstar magazine (remember, I keep it in the bathroom now, lol) in one hand and in the other I started fucking my self with the toy. Damn, if felt sooo good to my swollen, throbbing pussy. I could hear my juices dripping off me and hitting the water in the bowl below.
I laid down the porn mag jumped off the seat and into the shower. I turned on my trusty old shower massage, and leaning up against the bathtub enclosure wall, I let the jet of water hit my clit full on, while I fucked my self with the dildo. I showed myself no mercy and I plunged that curving knob in and out, faster and faster. I closed my eyes and I could see the look on JD’s face again as he fingered my pussy and came all over me, and it shot me right over the edge.
I got out of the shower and went to my room and got on cam on ANYwebcam, and went into my chatroom, The Pussy Café’ (where something good is always on the menu, lol). So I’m sitting there chatting, and doin a little perving, when this chick from FSR (former soviet Russia) “bluppss” comes in the room and wants to play with me! Well, even though I had just came HARD, who am I to turn a request like that down? Lol
We started playing tit for tat (almost literally, lol) and she really did have nice boobs, so sexy in her peach bra. I started playing with myself right away since I had no clothes to take off in the first place. I saw she had peirced nipples when she removed the bra, and my mouth started to water. I could imagine running my tongue back and forth across her nipples, and moving down, across her body, and on to her shaved pussy.
During our little chat, she had told me she was a squirter too, and I saw the proof of it as we both started playing with each other on cam. She opened herself wide and I saw her cum dripping out, just like mine was. We both had our cams close-up on our pussies and were both soaking wet. I grabbed my Ms. Pinky again, along with my purple egg and started masturbating myself furiously, while her hands were probing her hole deep inside. Right when I was on the edge, I pulled my camera back so she could see my whole body orgasm.
I looked up just in time to see all four fingers shoved in that tight hole, and tumbled into my orgasm. I thrashed in ecstasy, fucking my own hole harder and harder as the waves of pleasure washed over me again and again and again, till I had to stop or pass out. When I finally came back down to earth, she was still playing with herself, and informed me I had made her cum twice. How’s that for fucking cool? I jumped offline soon after that, and then the phone rang (a rare occurance, no one ever calls me, lol), it was Bubby (once again, see my previous posts, lol).
I’m gonna stop this right here for now, but be on the lookout for part 2, I’m not done yet.
It’s been a busy and hectic week, trying to get my car fixed. Rod came down on Saturday night, so my “online party” turned into online cam sex, lol, but it’s all good! That man has hands made of gold, I swear. He had me squirting left and right all night. One time, it was a trip! I could feel the walls of my pussy swell around his fingers as I got closer and closer to cumming, and then when I went over the edge in a flood, I could feel it all. It was awesome! I finally took a vid of me sucking his cock too. In it I’m cheesing (you know, that smile that says CHEESE?) for the cam and his cock looks so good sliding in and out of my mouth. Mmmm . . . I think I’ll post it in my gallery on ANYwebcam.
It was great spending the week with Rod, even though it started kinda rocky, for him. He seemed to take it kind of hard, the things I said in my blog (and some of the comments) but we worked things through and managed to have a pretty good time. My son was even behaving awesome, for a change (more about that later), and everyone got along fine. The main snag was the simple water pump replacement. It turned into tearing half the engine apart and replacing the timing belt as well. Then the vacuum lines were messed up, and we finally got it all straightened out this morning. The car is now running even better than before.
Relationship wise, there were some strained moments. I love Rod as a friend and lover and let him know, but even though he’s in love with me he was willing to take a step back. I felt we took things way too fast (like I usually do) and that usually spells disaster for me. His main concern was that I just wanted him just for sex and that was so not true. If I just wanted sex, I could’ve had that from JD with no strings, but that’s not me. I love the companionship and camaraderie we share as well the good sex. Which leads me to the debate of FB’s (fuck-buddies) versus BF’s (boyfriends). How does one really distinguish between the two?
I mean they are both relationships (of a sort), both can be satisfying, but are FB’s just sex partners and nothing else? Can you have a quasi-romantic relationship with a FB? What are the rules and where can I look them up, lol. I’ve had strictly sexual relationships before, and BF/GF relationships uncounted. But what about a sexual relationship with a friend, where you spend time out of bed as well as in, that has no commitment or exclusivity attached? What category does that fall into? Like I said, I wish there was a rule book for these “issues”.
And now for the @#$! Teenagers! Damn my problem child! He had been absolutely WONDERFUL all week. He did his chores when asked (most of the time, lol) and was getting along with his brothers. One day he even made lunch for everyone, complete with homemade gingerbread, all without being asked! I even gave him extra money for being good and praised him everyday. That was everyday until yesterday, and then my DEMON CHILD came back. Everything was fine, until I went to the parts store and came back. That’s when I found out he had beat up his twin brother while we were gone.
Apparently he had unplugged the clock radio his twin was listening to, and his brother swung a long shoelace and hit him with the plastic part. That’s when he flipped out and started beating his brother up with his fists. Now my other son is pretty non-violent and bigger than his brother, but was no match for fury unleashed. He ended up with bruises and a bump behind his ear, while my problem child has a scratch on his chest and that’s it. Well, that was the last straw for me. This wasn’t the first, or even the tenth time he has inflicted damage on his brothers, but I wanted it to be his last.
So with his medical history (Tourette’s, ADHD, not wanting to take his meds) and propensity for anger and growing violence, I took him to a children’s psychiatric hospital to be admitted and evaluated. This is the same hospital that has an outpatient clinic in my town that he has been a patient in, and provides the therapist he sees at school, so they have some knowledge of my son. The admitting clerk (who had to fill out a dozen pages of paperwork) even saw my son nearly flip out after he learned I burned all his manga graphic novels (Japanese comic books) as punishment for beating up his brother.
Well the clerk comes back in with the Hindu psychiatrist in charge of saying who’s admitted and who is not, and what does he say? Since my son isn’t psychotic, and isn’t suicidal or hearing “voices” (who would admit to that?), they’re not going to admit him! After less than 5 minutes of talking to my son, he decides this! The Doctor was already pissed cause my son was just sitting there, reading his book and ignoring him. Apparently in India (I know, this sounds racist, but I don’t care) it’s OK to beat the crap out of someone, as long as it’s your sibling. He reminded me of the same motherfucking doctor my son went to several years ago that said he didn’t have ADHD or Tourette’s. That time I told his therapist what the so-called doctor said and she immediately got my son a new psychiatrist.
I couldn’t fucking believe it! As hard a decision it was to make in the first place, then to be turned down for help? The poor clerk didn’t know what to say. The dipshit doctor told me he could be handled in an outpatient basis, or if it happened again to bring him back and that he thought it was just a behavioral issue. I asked him what was it going to take, my son putting one of his brothers in the hospital, before they admit him? But I bet that if I had had private insurance they would have taken him. At that point I told the so-called doctor he was clueless and to leave the room, I wanted to talk to the clerk. She didn’t know what to say, she thought for sure he would be admitted, but it (unfortunately) wasn’t up to her. I asked for other options and she gave me a list of hospitals. So we went home and I drugged my son with meds he had been prescribed to help him sleep.
So that was my week, how was yours?
When did someone use my ass as a model for this topiary? Thanks go to Wendy for the pic!
Well, I’m in a bit of a funk, feeling kinda depressed and need to break out of it. Since I am broke and can’t afford to go out, I’m gonna have a online party on AWC on Saturday, June 17, 2006 at 10pm –2am (at least) CST.
Click on this link here to find me there ==> 
. Membership is free, and no credit card information will be necessary (but as they say, membership has it’s privileges!). You must join up in order to view, so get your user ID’s early, as they will send you a confirmation e-mail to verify your ID. My username is thesexy_tech and I will be on cam under Females and in chat in the Pussy Café (my chatroom). I plan on getting totally wasted, so if you feel like pervin and tying one on with me, come join us on Saturday night.
On a bit of an interesting note, did I happen to mention that I was a stripper in SF back in the 80’s? One of my friends from back in the day is the ever-so-fucking-hot Nina Hartley. I have a copy of one of the first vids she ever made when we were both dancing at the Mitchell Brothers’ O’Farrell Street Theatre. I happened to be there the night they made it (it was called Shaved Bunnies) and used to do girl/girl shows with several of the dancers in it.
Anyways, I have always loved Nina, back from the get go. She’s always had this unadulterated sensuality, on top of a hot body and a flavor that I can still taste, even to this day (no joke, she has a very special taste that acted like a pheromone on me). Well I was bored last night and logged into her official website nina.com and left a message for her. Hopefully I will hear from her. Man, just thinking about her is making me horny . . .
Well, I’m having some trouble in love-land and need to get some things out of my system, and maybe this can help me gain some insight. I’ve been seeing Rod for a few weeks, and have been relatively happy (my new motto is “Happy is Good!”) and content with the here and now. I took the advice of a very good friend (again, thanks so much Mrs DustyNutz, muah!) which was “Be sure you’re in love with the person, and not just in love with the feeling.” Very sound advice, and I wondered why I had never thought of that before. Probably because I was too busy falling in love with the feeling and getting my heart stepped on.
With that in mind, I had been “taking things slow” in my relationship with Rod. Did I love him? Absolutely! Was I in love with him? Now that was the answer I was trying to figure out. Rod went back to Ohio (again) to where he still somewhat lives with his ex/girlfriend of 3 years, a psychotic alcoholic from what he says. She kinda broke up with him via a post-it note over a month ago. She taped a note on his monitor saying “You and your dogs need to get out.” He went back up there to make some money and take care of business before meeting me in Indy this weekend to work on Motorcycles at a swap meet at the fairgrounds there. He couldn’t find a map to the fairgrounds for me, so I tried finding it, and that’s where this chat session started.
Here’s how the conversation went:
dangerous6913: indy
thesexy.tech: did that help? (I had pasted a map link)
Rodney Dangerous: i guess havent looked yet
thesexy.tech: got it?
Rodney Dangerous: yes
Rodney Dangerous: 116 miles for me ty
thesexy.tech: yw
Rodney Dangerous: hope ya make it
thesexy.tech: me too
Rodney Dangerous: ya dont sound very sure (now how does he figure that don’t sound sure?)
thesexy.tech: I'm sure I want to go, I'm hoping I'll get to go
thesexy.tech: I talked to Shonna at ****** and she's checking for me, and I can always take out a paycheck loan
Rodney Dangerous: i understand
thesexy.tech: but it all depends if I can get SOMEONE to take chayne
thesexy.tech: shayne
thesexy.tech: and steven has been such a brat lately
Rodney Dangerous: ya mean shit for brains?
thesexy.tech: well, he's got brains, that's for sure, damn flies!!! but just doesn't use them
Rodney Dangerous: they are too out of control
Rodney Dangerous: for me
thesexy.tech: I know
thesexy.tech: I figured that (because of the way he left)
thesexy.tech: but it still hurts
thesexy.tech: heym I'm gonna go
Rodney Dangerous: i didnt mean to hurt you
thesexy.tech: ilu
(I logged out here)
Rodney Dangerous: ilu
Rodney Dangerous: why ya goin?
Rodney Dangerous: ok never mind then
Rodney Dangerous: guess ya are mad at me
Rodney Dangerous: dont know why ya left so fast
Rodney Dangerous: ty for explaining
Rodney Dangerous: frustrated now
Rodney Dangerous: ty
(logged back in here)
thesexy.tech: it was 12:05 and forgot about my shit-for-brains son
Rodney Dangerous: oh ok
thesexy.tech: but that wasn’t the only reason
Rodney Dangerous: i figured that
thesexy.tech: you didn't mean to hurt me. . . that's kinda hypocritical considering we've been telling my boys that's not an acceptable excuse
Rodney Dangerous: so how did i hurt you? you said it still hurts?
thesexy.tech: c'mon Rod, you're not stupid
Rodney Dangerous: guess i am
Rodney Dangerous: all i said was theye are too out of control for me (AND . . .?)
Rodney Dangerous: didnt say i wasnt coming back
thesexy.tech: I know, cause your boots are still here (OK that was kinda sarcastic, but I was hurt)
Rodney Dangerous: fuck those boots
thesexy.tech: look, I'm not stupid either
Then he signed out and didn’t sign back in, so not sure what’s going on his end, but let me tell you my take on it is. Now I can call my own son shit-for-brains (and sometimes he can be such an asshole) but that doesn’t give anyone else the right to call him that. It kinda pissed me off, because me and Rod had this big discussion about my son’s Tourette’s Syndrome and how he really can’t help his oppositional behavior. Then when he said “They are too out of control . . . for me.” Usually with a statement like that there’s a big fat AND right after it.
Immediately after he said that, I felt like someone physically had punched me in the chest. That’s when logged off and realized I was late picking up my son. I found it hard to breathe and I had this tight knot of painful congestion in my chest. I felt like crying and actually dropped a tear or two before taking a deep breath and slammed my brick wall in place. It wasn’t a solid brick wall, but it would do while I sorted out my thoughts and feelings rationally instead of hyper-emotionally. I don’t know why I felt so strongly, but that on top of some other things he had said (earlier he asked me did I find anything he had left, his boots) and I don’t know. It was just a gut feeling I got from the whole situation and I knew something wasn’t right.
Yesterday morning when I came home after I dropping off my problem child (one of my 16 yo twins) at Summer School and doing a little shopping, Rod was already dressed and ready for the road. He was in the driveway packing up his bike when I pulled up. We had discussed him going back there before the swap meet to tie up some loose ends, but I was surprised he had decided to go between the time he woke up and the time I got back. He still was looking for misplaced items a couple hours later when I was getting ready to leave to pick my son back up. I asked him if he could wait and I would help him find his stuff when I got back. He said maybe or something non-committal, but when I got back he was already gone. That was Red Flag #1.
Rod had called me from the road (a 5 hour drive) to tell me this complicated story about helping this old guy on a bike, blah blah blah. I started remembering the last time he had went back up there about a week ago that some of the things he was telling me just didn’t add up, like where he was at what time, what he was doing when, etc. In all honesty I really had no say in the matter, NOMB (none of my business). But for my peace of mind and well being, I decided I shouldn’t believe everything he tells me, or I was liable to get hurt with the truth. That didn’t mean I cared any less for him, I was just protecting myself.
Well, it seemed to me that today when we first chatted, he acted one way, very attentive. Then after he went out to eat and came back, he was acting another, kind of standoffish I guess. In any case, I felt a vibe when he started talking about my kids. That was Red Flag #2. I had been turning over in my mind the possibility of a “happily ever after” with Rod and had decided I was ok with just a “happy right now”. But I could already see that he wasn’t all that comfortable with my children’s behavior, and that behavior wasn’t going to change overnight. Also I wasn’t all that comfortable in the role of a “rebound” girlfriend when he still wasn’t completely out of his relationship in Ohio. That bothered me a lot, his keeping her on a string as a safety net.
During all this inner conflict of thoughts/feelings, I was already having a bad day. My sons messed up my iBook (I thought they broke it), the payroll department called to tell me I’m not getting paid what I thought I was so I said FUCKIT and went outside and fished all afternoon. I popped back online a few hours later to check my e-mail and found this message from him:
From: Rodney Dangerous To: thesexy.tech
dont know what to say or do...i wasnt coming back for my boots...and with lil miss attitude guess i aint comin back. i was coming back becase ilu... dont be sad just be glad we had some time together... will be willing to talk if ya get outta the bitch mode
If there was ever a wrong time to say I was in “bitch mode” that was it, right then and there. Honestly, other than the boots comment, I wasn’t being bitchy, was I? Lil Miss Attitude??? Because I was hurt (and rightfully so, I think) now I have a “tude”? And as for being sad, I don’t think he had a clue why I was upset. I’ve already been through several relationships that didn’t work out because of my children, and I was looking at the same situation again. I wasn’t sad, I was hurt and resigned, two old familiar friends.
There were other reasons I was having second thoughts about having a serious, permanent relationship anyways. I had concerns about his age and health. Rod’s a heavy smoker with a really bad cough and a seriously fucked up back. I may be a Grandma, but I’m still a young one and I need someone that is going to keep up with me, in and out of bed for YEARS to come. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great lover, but I like LOTS of sex, ALL the time and that can wear a man in his 50’s out. Hell, I wore out a man still in his 20’s, lol. However, what it really boils down to is even though I love him, I am not in love with him. And if it hasn’t happened by now, it’s probably not going to.
I’m sorry Rod, I do love you, and friends forever, just like we said. You made me very happy (Happy is Good!) in the short but sweet time we were together. You’ll always have a place in my heart and in my home if you ever need it.
Summer is already here, no matter what the calendar says and I’m already going crazy. The kids are out of school and I’m going out of my head. Was I that much a brat when I was growing up? Nah, I left home when I was 13, so never created this kind of chaos. To refresh your memory I have 3 teen boys at home (16 and 14, yes twins) whom I lovingly describe as my “Demon Children”. They are very intelligent, which I used to think was a good thing, but now I’m not so sure.
Raising them (mostly) alone, I have tried everything to get their cooperation in household duties. I’ve learned that beating ‘em doesn’t work, threatening them is futile, coercion useless, timeout was always a blatant joke even when they were toddlers. Grounding, restriction, taking TV, video games, telephone, etc. away from them was pointless, they didn’t really care, and somehow would get around it. Actually, due to the fact these boys are pretty intellegent, the only punishment/reward system that ever worked was taking their books away. Their teachers even agreed, they hated to do it, but it did provide results.
Well, since Rod’s been here, they haven’t been able to get away with jack shit. My boys really do walk all over me and I say it in jest but I really mean it, I can not WAIT until my youngest turns 18 and leaves home. I’ve been a Mom since I was 16 years old, and frankly I’m tired of it. Tired of the disrespect, tired of the conflict between them, between us. They make it so I don’t want to spend any time with them because I’m so pissed off all the time. It’s a viscous cycle that I couldn’t seem to break, until now.
Rod has been preaching at them every day, to straighten their shit up. Explaining to them that “Well, I was gonna. . . “ and “I didn’t mean to . . .” isn’t gonna hack it in the real world. Like I haven’t told them a million times before, but they don’t listen to me. Maybe it’s the “fear factor” of him telling them, because Rod doesn’t put up with nobody’s shit, and he ain’t about to let them do it to me. I don’t know, but I sooo appreciate the help.
They made me so stressed out my depression was starting to kick back in. I think Rod could tell (a blind man could tell, lol) because he was so sweet and drew me a hot bubble bath, complete with candles and told the boys to leave me alone. It was heaven, and made me horny too. So after my official “bath” was done, I turned on my hand-held shower massage. Ahhh . . . the shower massage, a single girl’s best friend. Don’t let anyone try to fool you, there’s only one reason why we buy hand-held shower massages and it ain’t to rinse our hair!
I stood up and pointed the steady stream of water directly on my clit and turned the water temperature up. The water pouring over my pussy was getting me really hot and wetter in more ways than one. I flicked the hand holding the showerhead back and forth, imagining that it was Rod’s tongue (he licks pussy really REALLY good!). I started moaning as my clit swelled and was started to throb. Then I reached up with my other hand and started fingering my hot pussy as well. That really got me going, but the angle was all wrong for “optimal” stimulation, hehehe. Being the perfectionist that I am (OK, I’m a perfectionist when it comes to orgasms, practice makes perfect!), I decided to improvise a little.
I grabbed my Venus Vibrance razor and removed the razor blade cartridge. For the uninformed, this Venus razor has a vibrator in the handle. I’m not sure if it helps you shave closer, but it definitely makes you cum harder when inserted! I wonder if the razor companies had this in mind when they invented the vibrating razor, but I’m sure the notion came up during testing. I would call it the poor woman’s vibe, but them suckers cost nearly ten bucks, more $$$ than a cheapie clit tickler! So maybe it’s a girl’s first vibe since they can’t go to porn stores, lol. Come to think of it, when I bought it, it came with a zippered carrying case and shaving cream with the slogan “From Girl to Goddess” on it. I wonder what perv came up with that product promotion? Like I got nerve calling someone else a perv, LMAO!
Now where was I? Oh yea, playing with my pussy . . . can’t stop now, lol. So with the handle in one hand and shower massage in the other, I really start to go at it. I tried several different angles with the vibrating handle and found just the right spot and leaned back against the foggy shower wall. Mmmm, all the stress and tension wash away down the drain as I imagine Rod between my legs, fingering my pussy and sucking on my clit, hitting that g-spot just right. My breath starts to come faster, my legs tighten, ass clenches and I can feel the wave building. I see his fingers in my mind’s eye, flicking in and out of my pussy, faster and faster. See the look on his face, as he knows I’m . . . right . . . THERE!
I thrust the razor handle deeper in my pulsing hole, shoving it in, lightning quick. I felt the water begin to change from hot to warm to cold as I the water heater emptied. The temperature difference shoots me right over the edge as my clit contracts from the cooler water. I start gasping and moaning, and thankfully no one can hear me in the living room over the water. My legs start to shake while my body convulses again and again as orgasms keep building and exploding in my pussy. I leave the vibrating handle inside me and reach for the cold water and turn it off completely, shocking my pussy into yet another orgasm from the hotter water, my body twitching like bacon in a hot skillet.
I put the razor together, and the shower massage back in it’s wall holster. Climbing out of the tub and into a towel, I have to sit down and rest my shaky knees. I see my reflection in the steamy mirror and grin back and my smiling face. Thanks Rod, that was the perfect bath!
I want to thank Delcoguy for his suggestion to publish via a feed from Blogger. I have re-entered all my old posts and now I can move on to bigger and better things, like my latest “love interest” as they say in the movies.
I met Rod several months ago on Anywebcam. We were chatted and he made me laugh, so I when he added me to his Yahoo, I added him too. We started chatting every now and then, and would smoke a bowl together online. I didn’t know it then, but he had been reading all my blog posts and knew quite a bit about me. He was from Ohio, but recently was going to be doing some work in Tennessee. He said he thought I was a pretty cool person and he’d like to stop by and maybe party with me. I’m always up for meeting new people (and partying, lol) so I gave him my number and told him “Sure, just give me a call”.
I had chatted with him a couple times since then, and we never did hook up while he was in Tennessee. He made me smile so I used to check all the time if he was online, but he always seemed to be gone. The last time we chatted he was on his way out the door to go work In Myrtle Beach during Bike Week (he’s a motorcycle mechanic). So on the day after I finished writing my last blog entry about what happened with me and Bubby (Not Numb Enough, part2), he finally called. He was on his way back from Myrtle Beach and wanted to stop by and come party with me.
This was the first time we had spoken on the phone. I realized then we hadn’t even cammed together, though he had seen me on cam. I was apprehensive at first, I mean I hardly knew this guy, but I never pass up an opportunity to make a new friend when the occasion arises. I knew very little about him other than he was a biker, no big deal to me, I’ve known lots of bikers in my day. Also he was in the middle of a break up with his old lady of 3 yrs (what is it with 3-year relationships anyways? My last one lasted 3 yrs). During our talks we had discussed oral sex and how he loved to eat pussy. I think his words were “didn’t have to use his ears as handlebars to steer”, lol, so sex was definitely an option.
Well, the throttle cable broke on his bike while he was on the road and he didn’t make it that night. Actually due to bad directions from a trucker, he didn’t make it until that night at 11pm. I decided to meet him in the IGA parking lot near the parkway exit for two reasons. 1) There would be no way he’d find my place in the country, in the dark; and 2) I wanted to make sure I didn’t get a bad vibe before bringing him home to meet my family. Because no matter how much you THINK you know someone online, you never really know them till you see them in the flesh.
I pulled into the parking lot and there he was, in jeans and leathers. He didn’t look much like his picture, but hey, some of my better pics don’t look like me either, lol. He kissed me hello and it was nice, no bad vibe. I still didn’t know what to make of him yet but I didn’t get any bad vibes. I knew he was tired from the road so I told him to follow me and took him home. I introduced him to the boys and showed him the lake. While we were walking I told him “Look, just because I’m letting you sleep here, doesn’t necessarily mean we’re going to fuck.” I had to get that off my chest because for real, we really didn’t know each other, or I should say, I didn’t know him. He read my blog, so he pretty much knew me, lol.
He laughed when I told him that, and said “That’s not why I’m here,” He told me that from our talks he thought I was a pretty cool person and thought I’d be fun to party with and that was all he was looking for. I said “Good, then lets go get high!” and we went inside. He brought some beer with him, and I had my wine and both of us had a little smoke. His back was hurting so he took some pain killers and so did I. I forgot to eat that night and started getting pretty drunk. I logged on to Anywebcam and we started perving cams. Pretty soon I was hot and had to remove my dress, but I still had on these sheer powder blue panties on.
I asked Rod if he minded (like he’d say yea, lol) and laid down on my stomach and started chatting. He picked up one of my feet and started rubbing it. As I’ve mentioned before, my feet are like another erogenous zone, and when he stuck my toes in his mouth, my pussy started grinding into the bed. I couldn’t help it, he was driving me wild! We ended up giving each other mutual massages (my standard seduction technique, lol). What happened after that is kinda fuzzy, mostly due to the fact that my home made wine is about 20 proof. But I had the foresight to turn on my webcam and captured it for posterity (I just now turned the vid on and watched it for the first time, wow, it made me fucking hot!)
We ended up naked after the back rubs and started brushing each other’s hair (I’m a sucker for long hair on a guy). He goes “A little hair pulling never hurt nobody” and I cracked up. I started brushing my fingers down his back and he said “That feels so good . . . I can tell already tell you’re going to turn me into a quiver, I feel a quiver coming on.” and that it was a good thing, he hadn’t felt that in forever. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I found out later (bseg). I asked him if he was tired, that we could just go to sleep, but he said “Miss out on all this? Forget it!”, He told me how nice it was to have conversation, touching and everything, and that it was like Steven Tyler (Aerosmith) said, “I don’t want to miss a thing”.I thought that was so sweet!
I laid him back down and started teasing his chest and belly with my hair, dragging it across his skin. Lowering my head, I started tasting and licking him, all the way down to his cock. He’s got such a pretty cock too, nice girth too! And when I put it in my mouth and started sucking . . . hmmm, heaven! My mouth made love to his cock as I tried to discover where his “sweet spot” was. I wasn’t too concerned though. I was going to keep sucking until I found it, and getting there is half the fun. Pretty soon it was my turn and he laid me back down on the bed.
Oh damn he licked my pussy good! Even with my hang up about receiving oral sex, he made me feel comfortable and wanted. Or was it the wine? Who cares, I was diggin the hell out of it! As I watched the video replay just now, I noticed as he was eating me out so deliciously, and fingering me so thoroughly, he was also grinding his cock into the bed. It looked like he was enjoying eating me out as much as I was getting eaten. That is a rare and wonderful thing. As he licked and played, and I got wetter and wetter, I wanted that dick more than ever!
He climbed up from between my legs and held them up and apart. I licked my fingers and wet my pussy some more as he slid his cock into my warm, throbbing hole. It felt so fucking good to be laid by someone who cared whether or not I was being pleased for a change. As he slid his cock back and forth inside me, he put my toes in his mouth (since they were right in his face, lol) and I squirted all over him. He fucked me even harder as I felt my cum run down from my pussy to my ass. He stopped fucking me and started licking my pussy again, telling me he loved the way I tasted. After a bit he raised up and kissed me deeply, sharing my pussy juices with me. It was such a turn on!
Then he climbed on top of me and put his cock in my face and it was so hot! Damn, I’m getting wet all over again just thinking about it, lol. He started fucking my mouth with his dick and I started moaning all over again, this time with a full mouth. I just love the way that sounds. You could smell our sex in the air, that spicy, musky scent that makes your dick harder and sets your pussy to throbbin’. I caressed his ass, smacking it just to hear the sound, while he kneeled on one knee and pumped his swollen cock into my face.
He climbed back off and started licking and masturbating my pussy all over again. This time we moved the cam in for close up pussy shots, and I introduced him to my dildo, Ruffles (Ruffles has ridges, lol). Hmmm, he used it on me so good, but at first he was cautious and didn’t want to go too deep. But as my orgasms built and he took me over the edge again and again, he found the right angle to fuck me and did it mercilessly. His fingers masterfully massaged my clit into climaxing with nearly every thrust. I was riding and orgasm roller coaster and didn’t want the ride to stop.
Finally out of breath (not to mention bodily fluids, lol) we stopped for a sec. He told me I was too good to be true, and I told him “Nah, not me”. He wasn’t done with me yet, not by a long shot, but I turned off the cam then. I didn’t want to have to worry about knocking it over or something, because he was getting me carried away. We made love for hours and hours, until it became light. Our bodies weren’t just satisfied, but satiated as well. His kisses were to die for and I loved drowning in them and being saved by his embrace. I did end up turning him into a quivering mass when he finally came the first time though. It was a beautiful thing to see, as he jacked off his cock and shot his load on my pussy. All in all, he was attentive, caring, receptive and everything a great lover needs to be. I think that maybe I was the one that should have been saying “You’re too good to be true”.
PS- This is for you, Rodney Dangerous, ilu!
Steppin back
In the heat of passion, when love is alive
you can feel it everywhere, not just inside
loneliness ends, and the emptiness fades
but whether it's really love is under debate
it's so easy for me to love someone
all it takes is a good time and having some fun
but being IN love, well that's another story
how to tell the diffence, now that's my quandry
I'm so tired of the pain, so fed up with lies
my ears have been seared by past alibis
I've built up this wall to protect me from pain
but you're trying to chip it away just the same
I get carried away when I'm with someone new
and in the end I always seem to get screwed
I need to think with my head, instead of feeling
cause when I'm with you, my senses are reeling
is this smart, am I being wise, who knows for sure
my heart has been poisoned, and there's no cure
except maybe for time, time will tell in the end
whether this thing really is love my friend
yes, I do love you, you're the lovable kind
but are we IN love? That's what I'm hoping to find
so lets take a step back, though I still want you here
just letting you know I'm plagued with doubts and fear
if this is the real thing, it can stand the test of time
and then you'll forever be, the one I call mine
Well, apparently I got hit by the Yahoo censors (or someone snitched me out) and my blog got killed. It’s a good thing I write all my entries in Word before posting, so all is not lost. But all my pictures are gone, and some of them I no longer have. I fucking hate censorship in all it’s forms, as I’m a big believer in freedom of speech, so this has pretty much killed Yahoo 360’s appeal for me. That’s too bad because I have A LOT more to write about too. I could make my blog private, but then I think that limits me to only the 250 friend list that yahoo has restricted it’s 360 users to and I would hate to have to pick and choose who could view it. I guess this means I’ll have to learn how to use MySpace. I just think it looks so sloppy over there. There is another alternative I’m looking into, an adult site, but still not sure If anyone has some suggestions, I sure could use them. I put so much time and effort into my writing, partly because I like it, but mostly because I found you like to read it. Thank you so much for your support, feedback and appreciation, because without you, I would never have gotten into my writing as much as I have. I will keep you updated.
Kisses!
Tst
