Personal growth is a good thing . . . Entry for March 31, 2007

I had a very nice lunch yesterday with my friend Mo. He caught me on my cell on while I was on my way into town to get my sons medical records for his Job Corps admissions counselor. We decided to leave my car parked where I got the records at, and drove off in his car to get some fast food (I recommend Arby’s Chicken Salad Wrap, lol).

He’d said “we needed to talk” (Uh Oh) and he wanted to do it face to face. Of course alarm bells went off in every direction. I know he reads my blog all the time, so I knew he was aware of my inner thoughts and feelings. But I guess I did my curbside therapy went a little too well, because he decided it would be better to end it like this with lunch in Ben Hawes State park.

It was a beautiful overcast day outside as I sat across from him at the red painted picnic table and tried to nibble delicately on my American burrito, but I was hungry, lol! After the food was all consumed with small talk, he finally got down to the point: He decided that our deliciously tempting plans for early next week were going to have to be cancelled.

His explanation being he wanted to take the higher road, and do the right thing. I joke about it, but I do have another nickname, it’s “Temptress of the Faithful”(it’s in my profile, lol) that even predates thesexy.tech nickname. As I’ve said before, I can be a little spoiled brat when I don’t get my way.

People will tell you, I stomp my foot and stick out my bottom lip in a big pout if I don’t get what I want sometimes. Believe you me, I’m well aware of my faults, lol. But I could tell this was really hurting Mo to tell me this cause in the short time we’ve known each other, we’ve really enjoyed each other’s company and on many different levels too, not just sexually..

He said what got him to thinking was when I was pondering in my last post if I was the only one he “cheated” with, and to be technical, we never really did fuck. But oh was it awesome anyways, mmmm. . . well he said he didn’t want there to be any doubts between us, just in case after he gets his life back together and we see each other again.

I’ll give him one thing, he’s got a lot more moral strength than most men in his situation, that’s for damn sure. I watched his color changing green/brown/gold eyes swim in liquid color. He says I have very dark sensuous eyes, of course that melts me and we talk some more, but I don’t try to talk him out of his decision.

Mo made the right choice of course, but I still don’t have to like it . . .

And the answers are in . . . Entry for March 30, 2007

You know how sometimes you just got to get everything out in the open, to have it stare you blindly in the face, before you finally listen to your own self, even though it’s a reflection of everyone’s thoughts around you? I probably knew the answer to my last post’s question from the day I read his email about having a girlfriend, but it felt so good to be with someone again, even if just for a little while.
He says he’s getting hammered in the polls (lol), but he’s hammering himself as well. Intensity rushed in, alongside longing, desire and affection, unlooked for, but there, nevertheless. But could I ever trust someone who would cheat, even if it was just to be with me (or was I one of many)? I am by no means secure in my self-image stability. But that doesn’t matter now.

Being “just friends” will be OK with me, one can never have too many friends. This whole situation got me to thinking about my last ex, Shawn, who I still keep in touch with though when he left me he went back to his ex-wife and kids. He was also over ten years younger than me, like the situation with my friend and his girlfriend, and also we were together nearly 3 years kind of like Mo and his girlfriend too.

It got me starting to wonder if Shawn was thinking of our future and our age difference, is that when our relationship fell apart? I dunno, but Shawn has been emailing me several times this week, I’m gonna ask him. Mo and me have been discussing our hopeless situation, and we’ve decided that he’s a dumbass, lol. He reads my blog (as well as his buddy) so I have to make him pretty anonymous, but talk about him I shall (waves to Mo, gives buddy the finger, lol).

We know that in his current state of affairs (no pun intended) continuing a “physical” relationship wouldn’t work for either of us, emotions would drift in for sure, and feelings would get hurt. So now we’re trying to keep the banter light and stay away from the heavy stuff underneath. Neither of us expected this strong attraction that suddenly built up.

But I put up my self-built protective wall and haven’t released the full depth of my being during passion play (not to mention technically we haven’t had sex), that would be unfair on my part. But we do enjoy each other’s “stimulating” company, though this week’s pleasant pastime has to come to an end soon, and we both know it. The ending date is set for Tuesday morning or night, depending on my schedule. I might end up in court that day.

Well, wish me luck as I travail though this emotional quicksand I call my life story . . .

Too much to think tonight (again). . . Entry for March 27, 2007

You ever been in one of those situations where you have this premonition that things just aren’t going to turn out the way you want, but you still go on hoping? Why can’t I just find a man who is unattached that I like, is that so hard to ask??? I know I’m setting myself up for a let down, and yet like an avalanche, it’s unstoppable

I probably shouldn’t be listening to the Blues right now (Susan Tedeschi) while I write this, but her music is just so fitting to my present state of mind. I met this new guy, Mo, that I really like. We’ve been seeing each other off and on for about a week now, and it’s been pure heaven . . . and hell.

I really don’t care for secret romances, but yet again, this guy is taken (sigh). Another story of a happy relationship, but he has a need for something more that’s not being met by his old lady. And I fit the bill. I really like this guy too, and (of course) don’t want to be hurt.

I love it when he comes over, and to his credit, we’ve only had masturbatory and oral sex, due to his personal conviction of being in a relationship with someone. I could understand that, since recently I wouldn’t sleep with married men till asshole down the street sweet-talked me into it.

We see each other and I’m elated, but then when it’s his time to leave, I’m deflated and depressed. I shouldn’t be, I knew what was what before we met. But it seems like I’m attracting men who are already with other people and can't figure out why. Is it a writing pheremone I’m giving out over the Internet or something? I dunno.

No matter how much I like him, I know what I should do, just tell him “Well, it’s been fun, but I only date single men” and let that be the end of it, let him sort his life out. But then again there’s an undeniable attraction I have for him, and it’s not just physical, it’s mental and emotional too.

Can someone give me the answer, please?

Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon . . . Entry for March 26, 2007

A warm March wind gets stirred by the window-box fan, the afternoon has went well
So far that is, but not far enough, queries about the clock sets spirits deflating
An evil plan forms, an old after hours trick to get the ball rolling
“Ouch, my back sure hurts, would you mind rubbing it a little for me?” (innocent look)
As I hand him the bottle of baby oil, and coil my lengthy hair up in a clip
I slip off the dress, standing completely naked, outside and in
Tension released and expanded as slick hands meet mural-ed flesh
Slipping down to the soft mounds of my tense ass, twitching at the touch
I feel the wetness of anticipation, still wondering how far will you go?
Desire has an opinion, and Libido agrees, but Fate (conscience) steps in to save the day
Even with placed boundaries, there’s still room to play, taken ain’t dead so they say
Toy instruction completed in seconds, the buzz and the ridges, but OH I want that cock
To wrap my lips and tenderly suck, taking it all the way, “Can I suck your cock, please?”
The wanting making me beg, the acquiescence, nibbling on that sweet spot
Right there at your hip, I trace my tongue down, down suckling those balls like Tootsie-Pops
Teasing, savoring the moment before I swallowed you whole
Ahhhh looking up from the base of your cock, I see the look in your eyes
Pleasure mounting and I just want MORE! If I can’t have your cock, fuck me by proxy
I hand you the toy, teaching the angle and watched his intent gaze make me cum
Noticed his surprise as wetness grew to flood, splashing waves of passion
Building and building, exploding again, trying to still the screams wanting to escape
Again and again, I watched his beauteous face stuck in permagrin
Soaked sheets, arms and body parts attesting to the claim that I post fact, not fiction
Thirty second break, then I asking again as I grabbed his hips forward
“I want to suck your cock” and moaned my pleasure on his cock again
Grabbing hips, making him fuck my face, tasting bits of pleasure on my tongue
Wanting to have that orgasm, to feel it explode in my mouth in bitter-sweetness
Like melting Dove chocolate on my tongue, but that pleasure was denied me
So I invented compromise, I had to see him cum, to share it with him
I squeezed my tender titties up by his cock, and inserted the dildo inside me
I matched him stroke for stroke, and fucked myself harder, the harder he became
Too soon I was cumming, soaking my ass while he jacked that cock in my face
Pussy cum fountaining, his final stroke explosive and wonderful to see
Watching his face cumming, I drank it in like I was dehydrated, beautiful white puddles
Arranged attractively across my chest, I dip digits in to finger paint and taste
Sliding down eroticly as I rise up to cap a pic
Hi Sweety, do you still like what you see?

When you were young . . . Entry for March 24, 2007

The Killers have this new song out, titled “When you were young” that I liked but never really listened to the lyrics very close until now. When it finally hit me I recognized something inside me, cause I paused and overlaid the lyrics onto my life:

When You Were Young (The Killers)


You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I dont know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
And you see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(Talks like a gentleman)
(Like you imagined)
When you were young

I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know


I realized I’d been looking towards my ex’s, and trying to fill some of the emptiness inside by reliving old times. But I see now that’s just what they are, the past, not the present, and told myself “There’s a very good reason you made them your ex’s in the first place, dumb ass!” and have now ended pursuit of what once was, once and for all.

I’ve been yearning for someone to share so much more than just fantastic sex (that’s out there for the picking sometimes). Yet sometimes I don’t feel like picking any at all. Of course I say this now that it seems I might have to resort to local bar hopping to fulfil my need for social interaction. Though that kind of sux if I have to drive myself, I just won’t drink and drive.

But of course there is more than one way to intoxicate one’s self. Intelligent conversation is one way. Intelligence is sexy and appreciation of my intelligence is a plus, but that’s hard to find here in Redneck Land (sigh). I’ve tried Yahoo personals, and even cleverly managed to hide my e-mail address in the profile message, but that hasn’t worked too well.

A little bit of Ganja also works well to stimulate . . . uh, what was I talking about? My train of though just got derailed, but I want to tell you about this guy I started e-mailing named VB. His first email was about my blog and that newspaper’s article about the group that kicked me out. He slipped in an invitation to go riding on his bike sometime and I was going to take him up on that for sure.

He works in an IT department and I told him us geeks need to stick together, lol. Well over the weekend a few of his emails got unread because my ex was visiting me. But as I was playing email catch up the other day when it was pretty outside, he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride, so of course I said “Hell yea!”

We were meeting at the local IGA parking lot (a safe place) cause sometimes you just never know about people you meet on line. I’m not adverse to meeting people, but I have to feel comfortable with them online first and then a face to face in a safe place. I saw him pull into the parking lot from the road while I dropped off a prescription refill.

I saw you before you first saw me
I was peeking through the window from the pharmacy
Walking outside trying to cross your path
cause I saw you looking for me east and west
when a car finally moved out of your way
I waved and you smiled, forever brightening my day

Well, we rode for a bit, then made a water stop and talked a little bit about everything particular. He’s a handsome man, a just few years older than me and said he remembered my profile saying something about liking younger men, but you guys know me, I’m flexible, lol. During our conversation, I heard him mention something about “girlfriend” but honestly I liked looking in his eyes and face, so didn’t pay attention.

I enjoying the ride back to the car, wind rushing by, holding on to him tight, tickling his belly-button and squeezing my thighs tight against his sides, and my clit feeling the vibration of the bike was making me wet. I though about dildo attachments could be creative passenger accessories, there’s probably a market for it, lol.

Getting off his bike, I went around and told him I just had to kiss him goodbye. It was a sweet kiss, and I played nice and didn’t slip him the tongue. We talked for a minute more after that, and I kissed him goodbye again, and drove across the lot to the pharmacy, watching his back shrink in the distance.

We both had a nice afternoon, but I probably wouldn’t have kissed him if I knew he had a girlfriend . . .

WTF was I thinking?!?!?(Curtain Call) . . . Entry for March 22, 2007

During that long first night/morning together, I read him off my blog entry that discussed the possibility of us getting back together, and we both said we’d think about it. Now this "great idea" of mine was created without remembering that "Oh yea, he’s an alcoholic and control freak!" Well, to give him credit, he’s not really a control "freak" but he THINKS he’s always right, not a very endearing quality for me to swallow.

Also, I was reminded of other faults and failures of his (they are in my eyes) and the big one being racism. I wasn’t raised racist and didn’t teach my children to be either. But I have to remind the kids this is the South and when that kind of ignorance is shown, nothing you say will change their mind and it’s best just to ignore it and know that you are the better person.

My son and his Dad got into a HUGE fight over him using the "N" word, and I applauded my son (it would be my problem child too, lol) for standing up to his father. I told Ed, Shayne was in the right in the first place and to just fucking drop it. We did have fun off and on all weekend, but that "honeymoon" period lasted all of 48 hours and I was kind of ready for him to go home.

But the kids were having fun fishing and spending time with him, and Ed pulled off the ultimate coup, he got our sons to finish cleaning their room. He had to stand there and yell and threaten them the whole time, but I had to laugh, at least it wasn’t me, I’d done my tour of duty on that job! Ed blamed me for the kids’ behavior at first, but then saw that both boys were exactly like himself at that age.

I had a nice visit with my son Vaughan though, he managed to stay out of most of the arguments, lol. He missed all our pets (four new baby kittens too damnit!), not to mention he got to gather a few of his things to take with him, and wander around the woods and play with the dogs.

It took him 2 days, but my ex finally caught enough fish for dinner one night. He even caught a small bass that I didn’t even know lived in the lake, lol. The last 2 days of his visit we didn’t have sex at all. I was tired of his drunken, opinionated, smart ass by then, and throw PMS in the mix and it makes for a cranky Techy.

Ed is one of those types of drunks who can drink all day long and not really show it unless you know them well, and I know him extremely well. No way was he ever going to change and no way could I live with someone that drinks ALL the time, is ALLWAYS right, doesn’t like my music, and thinks he’s God, amongst other negative things. Occasional great sex ain’t worth all that!

Now that I’ve put any ideas of getting back together with my 1^st husband to bed for good, I just remembered that over the weekend I hand my oldest ex boyfriend Steve call me while he was drunk. Remember him from this past Fall’s posts? He was supposed to come out here from the SF Bay Area but never made it because he went to jail for a little bit . . .twice . . . and never made it out here?

He knows my ex back from when he moved out here for a while in 2000, and they got along great (since they’re both alcoholics). Well Steve calls right in the middle of us fucking, and needs to talk to me (according to him) and wanted to say Hi to Ed too. Needless to say I’m like "Go away, tell him I’ll call tomorrow" and damnit had to say it three times too because Steve was drunk.

I was crashed out the next afternoon when Steve called, and surprise surprise, he was drunk again! It’s always been my rule with him that I refuse to talk to him when he’s been drinking because I don’t like who he becomes and he knows this. But still he tries, and once again, I told him I’m hanging up, and to call me when he’s sober. And then he usually never does, like this time.

The weekend ended up lasting 5 very long days, but at least I got laid for a few days in a row , hehehhe!

WTF was I thinking?!?!?(Act Two) . . . Entry for March 21, 2007

When I said my ex husband “Ed” wasn’t through with me yet, I should have said we hadn’t even gotten started, lol. At the height of our physical passion for each other, we thought we created marathon sex, lol. But that was decades ago now, but still, as middle-aged divorced fuckfests go, it was a pretty good one!

I’ve talked about anal play before, and how I enjoy giving it to a man and taking him to peaks of expert ecstasy, haven’t I? So for the last time, honestly guys, it really does feel good and it doesn’t make you gay, all right? Good! Well Ed and me always indulged each other, and that night was no exception.

See that pic up there? That’s Ruffles (cause it has ridges) and notice the wide end can be used as a vaginal plug so it can be used like a double dildo, kewl huh? I laid flat on my back while Ed licked me up good and wet and I slipped the big end s l o w l y into my pussy. He throbbed the toy in and out of that slick hole fast, making me squirt again, before lay on his back and scooted down so I could penetrate him.

Very carefully, I inserted the first bead of Ruffles the magic wand (those “ridges” are called beads) and stroked his cock. He reached across our shared toy and started playing with my clit. That did it, and I was off squirting again, slipping another bead or two in and out of his ass. I was fucking cumming all over the place, but had to try hard to stay in control so I wouldn’t hurt him.

I fucked my own pussy while I fucked his ass and pictured it while my pussy spasmed around that doorknob-like plug. I watched him jack himself off and took out my little pocket rocket vibe and hit my clit with it and was cumming HARD, when he un-impaled himself from our toy and whispered “I want that ass baby” into my ear. I was ready for it too!

I gently removed that fat knob from inside my pussy and reached for the lube. He knew the drill, and we both laid on our sides, the little buzzing tongue of the vibe keeping my juices flowing as I gently inserted the head of his cock in my ass. My hands were behind me, pushing back on his hips just in case he got a little “over enthused”, lol.

Little by little I relaxed my ass onto his cock, and kept cumming the whole time. After he was fully inside, he handed me Ruffles and whisped to me again “Mmmm, put this in your pussy too”. He held the vibe on my clit while I slipped the toy partway in, fucking myself slowly, feeling his cock through my pussy wall.

I took out the dildo and tossed the vibe aside and fingered my g-spot, and felt him fucking my ass. I was screaming into the pillow again and again as the tidal wave orgasms ripped through me. He felt my pussy cum splash down on his thighs and felt my fingers rubbing his cock from inside of me and that was all it took.

I bucked my hips fast and hard into the cock in my ass and I felt him start to shiver, then I grabbed his balls, pulling on them, extending that pre-orgasm tension, then screamed at him to rub my clit, and fucked even faster. As my pussy exploded again, so did my ass and his cock followed suit. I reached behind me and held him tighter to my body while I squeezed my ass cheeks, draining every drop.

That was it for the night, but there was more to cum over the long weekend . . .

WTF was I thinking?!?!?(Act One) . . . Entry for March 20, 2007

Damnit! I swear to the Goddess that I must have lost every last ounce of common and uncommon sense she ever gave me for thinking about getting back with my ex husband, ROFLMAO and PMSL! The “Sideshow” was everything and more. Don’t get me wrong now, we had some mind-blowing sex (I’ll get to that in a minute), and it blindsided me, but only briefly (thank god).

Well, I’ve been “busy” with my first husband (father of my 3 sons) for the last 5 days and have now come back down to reality. I drove the 250 mile round trip and picked up him and my other twin son, to bring them home for the weekend, or that was the the plan anyways, in addition to discussing cohabitation (and lots of fornication, lol).

Since he just got his disability back pay, he just had to go pay off a couple of his buddies that hang out with him at his favorite bar before he left town. It was a trip into nostalgia for me, I hadn’t been in that bar in years, but had known a lot of these people since ’87 when we first lived in the neighborhood.

I was getting hugs and lots of ego stroking compliments from all these guys and I realized something. I may have put on the pounds, but my face hasn’t put on the years. It’s a fair trade don’t you think? That “quick stop” lasted a couple of hours at least, hanging out with the local drunks. By the time I dragged him out, he’d worked up quite a buzz, which ain’t too bad a thing. (wink)

By the time two hour drive home was through, he’s polished off a ’40 and a few cans of beer and was fine ‘n frisky. He rushed me into the bedroom (“Hi boys, love you, talk to you in a bit”) and brought out the “party favors” (that’s a euphanisim and if you didn’t get it, sorry, lol) and we got good and high and horny as fuck.

He had my clothes already half off before the buzzing in my head faded, threw me back and yanked my pants straight off. He immediately did a muff dive that would’ve have scored a 10.0 by any judge! He’s a great pussy eater and always has been, that’s how he entraps his women, the “Gigolo Spider”, and entangles her in his web of multiple orgasms.

Unfortunately the same Gigolo Spider finds it necessary to spread his seed far and wide, while his last prey is still twitching happily in his webs. It’s his ego stroke I guess, but anyway for the moment it was working on me, lol. His burning lips were sucking on my nether ones, dripping pleasure on his tongue, knowing it’s one of his weaknesses.

“Stick your fingers in me!” I gasp and my pussy grasps at the two fingers now probing for my g-spot he knows is there. He must have remembered from a couple weeks ago, because he found it pretty fast, and started milking for my pussy cum right into his mouth.

I handed him Ruffles (my acrylic dildo) and showed him how to angle it to rub me just right, while he sucked on my clit. I moaned, thrashed and splashed all over his arm, face and chest. I took a breather to let him dry off and started sucking his raging cock taking it deep down my throat and choking on his full erection now, it was pretty fucking hot!

Now both of us have been partial to anal play from waaaaay back, but the only time he likes to do it if he’s drugged out, kinda like right then, lol. So I turned my body around and inserted “Captain Hook” slowly and gently in his ass as I sucked harder on his dick.

“Captain Hook” is a glass (well, Pyrex really) J shaped g-spotter, that can be used to better hit the g-spot, but it can be used on men for much the same purpose. Anyhoo, back to the blow job . . . I felt his response to this direct stimulation to his male g-spot and shifted gears faster towards orgasm-overdrive and he took out Ruffles and stuck in his fingers.

I gasped deep and arched my back hard as he started fingering my pussy and ass at the same time. I felt the flood begin to flow out of me and I hit his s-pot faster and took my mouth off his cock. I had to bite into a pillow as the triple orgasm hit me and I screamed it into the bound feathers.

My pussy literally fountained and he drove his digits in deeper, just to watch me twitch. Every time his skin touched my clit, I squirted and came and couldn’t stop the reflex. Finally I had to pull his hands away from my pussy, or I’d pass out from the pleasure I told him, so we took a little break.

But he wasn’t through with me yet . . .

Let the Sideshow Begin . . . Entry for March 16, 2007

“Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins . . . my friends” (Man I love the Stylistics!). If you remember about a month and a half ago I wrote about dropping off one of my twin sons at this Father’s and dropping in for a quick “Booty Call” at the same time, lol. Since then (of course) I’ve been talking to my son and my ex-husband as well. Recently he called and said he might need to stay here for a week.

Apparently his stable situation got a shake up and he was staying with friends. I said sure, no problem, and waited all the next day for him, forgetting my son’s (and mine) therapist appointments in the process. Well the day next after his no-call/no-show, I contacted his sister in Louisville and found out he was staying with my son at his nieces’ place.

When I called him there, he sounded pretty sick and was talking about still coming to stay for a week (and also leaving more booty call hints), but he was waiting on a nice sized government disability check. Ever aware of the benefits of ex’s having money, and also aware he was horny as a three-testicled goat, I decided not to bitch TOO much about him leaving me hanging.

I even asked him about helping me get my car fixed before it becomes too late to fix, and he said he’d see what he could do. I was in a pretty damn good mood all day after that. Or it could be the Xannies (them powder blues work wonders!) and other meds are finally taking full effect, but I had a very productive day. The kitchen got clean, I baked a lemon chicken and home-made brownies with swirled peanut butter/choc chips in em, yummy!

The kids came home and I left to do the grocery shopping and go borrow a cordless drill for this job I got tomorrow (Yea!), and the drive back and forth got me to thinking about the “ulterior motives”, both his and mine, if he came back for good. I was balancing both the benefits and assets, and playing devil’s advocate for both our sides.

Sexually:
1) For me (and for him), a steady source of very well known hot, nasty, sex, since we’ve knocked boots on and off for over 25 years.
2) The swinging lifestyle. I remember the first time we did the “partner swap” thing in my hotel room and I was a little too emotional to really participate, though I did watch. I think he might have been the one to introduce me to threesomes too, if I’m not mistaken. But the only problem with that is that he would get bitchy and act ignored if the other chick and me started getting into each other. I’m sure he’s gotten over that by now, lol.
3) I’m not really the jealous type, but he used to be. But now that I’m a BBW and not a size 9, he probably doesn’t care anymore.

Financially:
1) Well, with his fixed income and my son’s fixed income, it wouldn’t be hard to live out here in the sticks.
2) If we did get back together that would also mean he wouldn’t have to pay anymore child support. Like I wasn’t really getting any money in the first place, so that’s more of a benefit for him than me, but wtf.

Responsibility:
1) I wouldn’t be a single parent and wouldn’t get the fucking crap my boys try to pull just because I’m female and they’re bigger than me
2) He would be able to watch them while I went out of town on jobs, and wouldn’t have to pay a sitter.

I would have to put up with his annoying habits, like taking more time than I do to get ready, lol. Also, if that jealousy bug has given him a permanent bite, he can kiss my motherfucking ass, cause I’m not dumping my male friends for anyone! I’ve done that before and have always regretted it. Not to mention the fact he’s never been faithful to me, but in and OPEN relationship he wouldn’t have to be, as long as his dick stays covered, lol.

So there ya go, let the Sideshow begin, lets see if it’s worth the 50 cents to see . . . Oh, did I mention today is his 50th birthday too? hehehe

Let the Sideshow Begin . . . Entry for March 16, 2007

“Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins . . . my friends” (Man I love the Stylistics!). If you remember about a month and a half ago I wrote about dropping off one of my twin sons at this Father’s and dropping in for a quick “Booty Call” at the same time, lol. Since then (of course) I’ve been talking to my son and my ex-husband as well. Recently he called and said he might need to stay here for a week.

Apparently his stable situation got a shake up and he was staying with friends. I said sure, no problem, and waited all the next day for him, forgetting my son’s (and mine) therapist appointments in the process. Well the day next after his no-call/no-show, I contacted his sister in Louisville and found out he was staying with my son at his nieces’ place.

When I called him there, he sounded pretty sick and was talking about still coming to stay for a week (and also leaving more booty call hints), but he was waiting on a nice sized government disability check. Ever aware of the benefits of ex’s having money, and also aware he was horny as a three-testicled goat, I decided not to bitch TOO much about him leaving me hanging.

I even asked him about helping me get my car fixed before it becomes too late to fix, and he said he’d see what he could do. I was in a pretty damn good mood all day after that. Or it could be the Xannies (them powder blues work wonders!) and other meds are finally taking full effect, but I had a very productive day. The kitchen got clean, I baked a lemon chicken and home-made brownies with swirled peanut butter/choc chips in em, yummy!

The kids came home and I left to do the grocery shopping and go borrow a cordless drill for this job I got tomorrow (Yea!), and the drive back and forth got me to thinking about the “ulterior motives”, both his and mine, if he came back for good. I was balancing both the benefits and assets, and playing devil’s advocate for both our sides.

Sexually:
1) For me (and for him), a steady source of very well known hot, nasty, sex, since we’ve knocked boots on and off for over 25 years.
2) The swinging lifestyle. I remember the first time we did the “partner swap” thing in my hotel room and I was a little too emotional to really participate, though I did watch. I think he might have been the one to introduce me to threesomes too, if I’m not mistaken. But the only problem with that is that he would get bitchy and act ignored if the other chick and me started getting into each other. I’m sure he’s gotten over that by now, lol.
3) I’m not really the jealous type, but he used to be. But now that I’m a BBW and not a size 9, he probably doesn’t care anymore.

Financially:
1) Well, with his fixed income and my son’s fixed income, it wouldn’t be hard to live out here in the sticks.
2) If we did get back together that would also mean he wouldn’t have to pay anymore child support. Like I wasn’t really getting any money in the first place, so that’s more of a benefit for him than me, but wtf.

Responsibility:
1) I wouldn’t be a single parent and wouldn’t get the fucking crap my boys try to pull just because I’m female and they’re bigger than me
2) He would be able to watch them while I went out of town on jobs, and wouldn’t have to pay a sitter.

I would have to put up with his annoying habits, like taking more time than I do to get ready, lol. Also, if that jealousy bug has given him a permanent bite, he can kiss my motherfucking ass, cause I’m not dumping my male friends for anyone! I’ve done that before and have always regretted it. Not to mention the fact he’s never been faithful to me, but in and OPEN relationship he wouldn’t have to be, as long as his dick stays covered, lol.

So there ya go, let the Sideshow begin, lets see if it’s worth the 50 cents to see . . . Oh, did I mention today is his 50th birthday too? hehehe

A letter to my Dad in the Hospital . . . March 14, 2007

This is pic from Christmas of ’72 that my Dad sent me. I’m the short one with glasses, I think I was probably 9. My Father recently went into the hospital for problems with his emphysema, and I’ve been very worried, but now he’s getting better. My Stepsister thought it would cheer him up if I wrote him a little something to make his day a little brighter, so I’m going to share it with you.

Dad,

I remember when pigtails and rabbit fur hand muffs were in fashion
And Santa Claus was REAL
Doing somersaults for the 8mm camera
And acting silly Christmas morning
Pulling my cheese with the popup mice behind me
Was all part of the game
The purple Schwinn bike you gave me
For Christmas in my 5th year was “previously owned”
But it might as well have been made of gold
Because you bought it for me

Easter bonnets and egg hunts at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s
I’d always end up with the least
But you made my tears go away
Swinging me around in circles
It’s hard to be sad when you’re dizzy

I remember my first fishing trip to the Berkeley Pier
When I actual fished and caught a shiner
Ok, I hooked it in the eye, but wasn’t that appropriate?
You taught my how to bait the hook and to be very careful
OK, the screaming kid with the hook in his hand taught me that
But do you remember?

I wasn’t always good
As the fork-tine scars on your hand will attest
I remember with confusion the explanation of divorce
And I’ll never forget the day you left
My brother and sister made you breakfast
I said I wanted to make it for your next week
And sadly with tears in your eyes
You tried to explain to a 6-year-old
Why that wasn’t going to happen

True, we never saw you enough
But I knew you still loved us
Over the years, our relationship has waxed and waned
And right now I embrace the fact it’s at an all-time high
I wish I could see you now
Even in ill health
I know that smile and love is still there
So as soon as you get back home
I’m mailing you a webcam
Cause next time I tell you a joke
I want to SEE you laugh, damnit!

I love you Dad.

Un-Motherf*cking! Believable! (Blows) . . . Entry for March 7, 2007

Wow, you’re really not gonna believe this one! ! I think anyone that’s been a long time reader knows how I feel about censorship, the 1^st amendment and the freedoms we Americans are given there. But there’s been a lot of flack from the media about the local swingers group and during one of the chat sessions with the swingers in that group, the "host" pulled me aside into an IM and had this to say to me:

thesexytech: yes sweety?

group host : ok about that...lol...i forgot til u mentioned it

group host :have to go to serious mode now...yuckk

thesexytech

: ok hun

group host: the blogs...auntie emm

group host: u know ***** was trashed and didnt mean to piss u off right?

thesexytech: this isn't the first time she's done something like that, but there is more than one EM" that goes there

thesexytech: I didn't really trash her

thesexytech: I stated facts

thesexytech: I don't know why she has never liked me

thesexytech: I'm friendly with everyone

thesexytech: I've never done a thing to her

thesexytech: and tell her hi and everything

group host : i know u like to post and is like your diary which is fine....but specific details which pertain to us....hits home cause they all writre me about it

thesexytech: but if it was just me, I would have let it go, but she did it to F, and that just wasn't right

thesexytech: I said I was in Indiana

group host: but if u look..F is laid back and blows shit off easily though

group host: lol doenst matter to those who know better...the ones who go

thesexytech: yes, but he shouldn't have to, it was disrespectful of her to him

group host : u know there are alot of ppl that have no life out there readin your blog

group host: we like to lol

group host: your one sick bitch and have great stories lkmao

thesexytech : I know, and I try to keep it anon

thesexytech: and you are right, of course, about the aunty em thing

thesexytech: does she want an appology?

group host : ok can i ask u one thing....and i know it is slightly degrading but would u plz do it anyway

thesexytech: what's that?

group host : its not her that wants it actually its the ppl that wrote about it to me

group host: saying they think that an apology in the blog would be agood idea....not a groveling one

group host: just a....ok so maybe we all blew it out of proportion one ....

group host: that make sense?

group host: something like ...ok we were all drunk and things got carired away and now that we all look back on it it was nothin

thesexytech: I will leave a note in my comments, it was not meant to really hurt anyone, I'm, not that type of person

group host:i dont know

group host : ty techy i really do appreciate it

group host : i want everyone to come have fun

group host: and not to dread seing each other

thesexytech: and it's not degrading, if I did hurt her feelings, I will apologize

group host: and yeah eevryone gonna have cliques

group host: ty really

We chatted a little more then yahoo booted me again, so I closed it. Not wanting to jeopardize my relationship with the group owners, I immediately went to my blog page comments section and wrote a sincere apology here (http://360.yahoo.com/profile-JG2pN3o9cqoh.Uh6uDYanIKNGw--?cq=1). I received a shock via email Sunday morning from the group host and this was her response to my blog apology that she requested I write:

: ----- Original Message ----
From: group host
To: thesexy.tech

Sent: Sunday, March 4, 2007 7:55:06 AM
Subject: meet and greets

hello techy writing to tell u we have had comments about your blog this morning....complaints of it being sarcastist and not an actual apology since u said u were stating facts....i really thought that there would be an apology in some sort like this....

i would like to aplogize for what i had written about a fellow party goer....we were both drinkin and i think we may have just had a misunderstanding and neither of us meant to piss each other off....its just a party with a bunch of friends and her moving the balls was just something that was done tryin to be silly....and i got upset

this isnt the first time we have had a complaint about the comments in the blogs....in fact we have someone not happy now with the post about the article in the news....our group....and that happens to be me....

we dont need anymore negative attention right now...and should all be pulling together to get through this....there are alot of worried ppl including myslef....that just want a place to hang out and have fun with friends...and this town is trying to take that away from us....u r feeding into this by displaying it for the public....

since u feel u need to tell what u do and what we do in our private life....then we feel it is best that we dont allow u the opportunity to involve any of our members(friends) lives in it....unless they choose to see u on their time and not the meets time....so as of now u will no longer be able to attend the meets or be involved in the group activities....group host

And this was my reply to her email:

Group host,

I was in no way sarcastic in my apology, and was sorry her feelings were hurt and said so very plainly here in my comments section:

I'd like to make a comment critiquing my own blog post. Someone's feelings were hurt from something I wrote, and for that I'm sorry. I have never meant to ever intentionally hurt ANYONE's feelings, and that is the truth. All I do is report facts as I see them (at that moment in time), and of course, there are always 3 sides to every story as I've said before. So sweety, I'm sorry you were upset, and I really mean that.
Kisses!
Tst

How can you construe that to be sarcastic? Unless the person we've been discussing has it in for me and just wants me out, I don't understand. By that "moment in time" statement, I was referring to both of us being drunk, but didn't want to her to be further upset by me saying she was drunk. I said there are 3 sides to every story in my postings before.1) yourself 2) the other person and 3) what really happened, and it's true. In simpler words, you may have been wrong, they may have been wrong and both of them could have been wrong as well. That's true for every situation.

Just because someone thinks I'm being sarcastic, doesn't mean that I am. I call people sweety and end posts and messages with the Kisses and tst (the sexy tech) as my "signature" all the time. I AM sorry she got upset and said so, very plainly I thought.

I am in no way self-centered or egotistical enough to have what she did playing with the pool balls even effect me, but she disrespected F and out of all 3 men that have my utmost respect out there, next to Yours and Sin's husbands, he's 3rd in line. If you feel my standing up for him was wrong, then that is my fate.

My apology was very sincere, but I'm not sure even how her feelings were hurt or how she could say I'm just being sarcastic by posting my comment. I am a very loving and caring person, and I hold no grudges against anyone. I'm never jealous or envious of anyone, I'm happy with who I am, with all my faults and failures. I don't think I'm anyone special, I'm not narcissistic, and I don't start any trouble, or so I thought.

The group has been like a second family to me, I've made and want to keep going there. Please don't cut me out. If you want, (Please) just let me come one more time and I'll apologize to her face, so she would know I am truly sorry she was upset. Then if you still want me to go, fine, but at least let me get a chance to say goodbye to the people I've gotten to know and love for the last 6 months.

Thank you for letting me have my say, I await your reply.

Techy

That was Sunday afternoon and I’m still waiting to hear from them . . . I guess their silence is all the answer I need . . .

Un-Motherf*cking! Believable! (Bites) . . . Entry for March 6, 2007

This is a day for quotes, because have a need to chill out and express myself without trying to deaden the pain. I’ve got too much negative bullshit in my life right now, it’s time to dump it. Here’s some more pearls of wisdom (or bullshit, take it however you want ).

"Don't Say IT, Write IT, Post IT or Do IT unless you are prepared for IT to bite you in the ass at one point or another. Best to just keep IT to yourself, then you only have to worry about the voices talking to you in your head" - Lilith Eden

"Don't ever let ANYONE push you away from something you want to do. But never be afraid to walk away if you feel you have to." - Lilith Eden

"People don't realize that even though this 360 world is electronic, the thoughts, wishes and feelings are for real . . . and appreciated" - Lilith Eden

“My goal is to be someone's Requirement & not just an Option, in the meantime I'm courting Loneliness” – Lilith Eden

"There is no wisdom, there is only truth" - Lilith Eden

"Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth . . ." - Frank Zappa

". . . like hydrogen, stupidity is one of the building blocks of the universe . . ." – Frank Zappa

"Men have the attention span for a relationship that measures the length of their penis” –Yamiya

"A vagina is gods way of paying off Satan" – Yamiya

(Takes deep breath) I’ve been really upset lately because people have been giving me hell about my blog postings. It seems to be spreading because now I’m losing people I considered and respected as “friends”. It’s kind of funny though, because I’m only reporting the facts in my life as I see them, even using anonymity when requested. (Which still smacks of censorship, but don’t get me started on that!)

I’ve discussed personal responsibility before. Everyone wants to blame everybody else but they never look in the mirror at the hypocrisy staring at them in the face. Freedom of Speech (among the other 1st Amendment Rights) is great! As long as you think it’s in your favor, but then heaven forbid facts should be stated that leave a bad taste in your mouth.

We all love to grab the tabloids while we’re waiting in line at the grocery store, catching up on all the juicy gossip of the celebrities. What makes you think any of us are different from those in the “real” limelight. They’re only famous (or infamous) because of the things or jobs they’ve done.

It’s okay to read about their high-profile lives, but what really makes you think that you are any different from them? Are we all not made of the same flesh and blood? They shit, piss, eat, sleep, fart, cough, sneeze, make love and act stupid just like everyone else. They laugh, cry, and hurt like we do, and because they’re celebrities, everyone wants to know about it.

But what about the everyday person? Their lives are interesting, and people like to read about them too. Maybe they’ve been (or are) in the same situation as you and are looking for some guidance or advice, or just to share your pain and pray that things get better for you.

Maybe just reading about the everyday woman or man’s life gains someone perspective and they stop and think “Damn! And I thought I had it bad!” And maybe they offer their stories and resolutions or advice of their own that really helps, or at least makes you feel better that you know you’re not all alone.

You ever think about that? . . .

Goodbye to the people I considered my friends, I apologize that my honesty pains you, but I refuse to be censored. I have a right to speak my own mind even if it bites me in the ass in the end. That’s the chance I take, and I will face the consequences with open eyes and no anger.

Just do me a favor? Quit reading my bog, because you’re not being honest with yourself if you do. You don’t want to have anything more to do with me, that’s your decision. Then why don’t you stay out of my written life too? I’ve had over a quarter million visits to my blog page, I don’t need you to boost my stats. And for real, why should you care what’s going on with me anyways?

Un-Motherf*cking! Believable! (Bits) . . . Entry for March 5, 2007

This has got to be one of the most fucked up weeks I’ve had in quite a while. I don’t even know where to start, cause there’s so much to unload on you poor readers. I guess I’ll start with the roommate problem first.

I was warned that she liked pills, so put my meds up in a closet since I already knew L was an alcoholic, but I didn’t realize how bad till I saw the levels in my gallon wine jugs start dropping fast. Then I decided a “trust test” was in order, so before going over to my friends’ house, I inserted an 2 x 2 inch pamphlet in the crack of the door with a tiny bit of corner sticking out.

When I got back home to get my forgotten cell phone, I noticed the piece of paper was gone and the closet door closed. I opened the door and the square pamphlet was inside the in the middle of the carpet. To say I was pissed would be a severe understatement! She had followed me into my room too asking what was wrong and I told her the truth.

“I put a trap on my closet and the door was opened, what were you were doing in there?” Then she said she didn’t do it, may be her husband, who had been napping on my bed along with her when I left went in there, but I doubted it. The few days when he crashed on my couch, I was putting my meds elsewhere, but she knew exactly where I was keeping them now.

That was Saturday and I knew right then she was going to have to go to a shelter on Monday, because I can’t stand a liar or thief, and once that initial trust is broken (especially by someone with a substance abuse problem) then it seldom (if ever) gets repaired. I got some numbers off the list her husband had so I could make some calls and find her a place

I listened to her pleas of innocence but I’ve been with alcoholics before so they fell on deaf ears. I wasn’t buyin ‘what she was trying to sell, and told her I’d take her to a shelter on Monday. Well that night, when I was catching a lil’ buzz and chatting in my chatroom on anywebcam she made a pass at me, so we ended up having sex on cam on AWC.

It was pretty fucking hot, but for once I won’t get into details other than I was her first “squirter”. She told me it made her cum (even though she was “indisposed”) when I orgasmed and splashed my juices on her hand and up to my chest as she dildoed me with my acrylic toy again and again.

I would go into more naughty details, but I could see she was trying to use sex to manipulate me into letting her stay. But that wasn’t going to happen, cause I told her the sex was awesome, but it didn’t change anything. She still needed professional mental/emotional help I wasn’t qualified to give.

She got up earlier than I did and tried to let me use my car to go get her cigs (access denied!). I didn’t sleep well and when she woke me up hung over I was in no mood. So I got my hung-over ass up, drove the 5 miles to the store with a blinding headache. When we got back home I took my meds and a nice long nap (I had chatted with my Greek God friend until daylight, lol).

When I finally got up, I noticed she was unsteady on her feet, and sure enough, most of my wine was gone. I had told her to quit drinking my wine the night before, and she completely ignored my request. And to top it off, she was stumbling drunk in front of my kids, breaking another one of my few house rules, and must have been on some pills too, the way she was acting.

It was then, I knew she had to go . . . tonight! So I called a local detox program, and they gave me some suggestions. After calling one of the shelters for women that offer rehab services (they were full), the lady suggested that I take her to the hospital to detox, because no shelter will take someone in if they are drunk.

Well, I wasn’t looking forward to taking her all by myself because knowing her history, it scared me a little, cause she’s been known to get violent at times. So I lied to her, got her in the car and said we were going to the store and that I had business to take care of in town, and was very vague about it.

She doesn’t know the city of Owensboro at all, so I drove up to the ER entrance, and she asks “Why are we here?” So then I tell her, “This is where you need to be hun, I’m sorry but you need to detox before you can get into a shelter.” I got out of the care and ran in for an orderly to help me get her out, but by the time I got back, she took off running (and this is at 10 at night.

I had to call the police and make a report so they could find her, because it was cold and windy and I knew she had no where to go. They quickly found her hiding in the bushes at the hospital parking lot. But instead of taking her inside, they took her to jail for PI (public intoxication), she blew a .15 on a breathalyzer, but she’s “only had one drink all day” according to her.

The police told me I could come and sign her out, and take her to the hospital, but I knew she probably wouldn’t go for that so I let her spend the night in Jail. When I finally got home, she had just called me on the phone and my son handed it to me as I walked through the door.

She wanted me to come pick her up and sign her out! I couldn’t believe it! It’s about half an hour away in the first place, and I knew she wouldn’t let me take her to detox at the hospital. So I told her I was sorry, but the answer was no, and in the morning she really needed to check herself into the hospital and get some help, and hung up.

Today I found out that she‘s now at a Mental Hospital a few counties away and that’s a good thing. Because she needs treatment so bad to get her life back on track, and nothing her friends and family were doing was helping her. I hope her husband (also an alcoholic enabler) gets help at the shelter where he is staying, and not just playing the role of “functional alcoholic”.

They’ve been married 20 years, and both deserve a chance to make it 20 more . . .

And a new blog begins . . .Entry for March 3, 2007

OK, after my "lengthy" hiatus (that’s long vacation, lol) from blogging, I’m back with more Good times and Bad times, and everything in between. I’ve started editing my old blogs, so that is going to be keeping me pretty busy. BTW - if any of my friends out there knows of a decent publisher can you send her or him my way? My email is thesexy,tech@yahoo.com Thanks!!

Well, what’s new with me? I’m glad you asked! I have a new roommate for a bit, I’ve written about her before, it’s my friend’s cousin that goes to the "Meet and Greet" parties with us, her name is "L". Oh, and another BTW, one of the "Lifestyle" groups I’m familiar with made front-page news out here in Kentucky.

The article was did a pretty decent job, stating that the patrons don’t bother anyone in the neighborhood. They also said that the building in "Friendly Village" (a fitting name, for it’s location, lol) was still referred to as "The Bait Shop", which is what it used to be.

I told my new roomy that they should keep "The Bait Shop" name. Cause I mean for real, everyone that goes to a "Lifestyle" party there is really fishing for something or other, right? lmao! Anyways, here’s the story, copyright The Messenger-Inquirer, 2007

03/01/07 Sex club a curiosity for neighbors Friendly Village building hosts 'Meet and Greet' By Joanie Baker and Leigh Ann Tipton - Messenger-Inquirer

While the locals still call it "the bait shop," the Friendly Village building on Kentucky 81 is referred to by others as a swinger's club or wife swap. A sign that reads "Owensboro Meet and Greet Private Club" now hangs on the tinted-window door that used to swing open for fishermen. According to law enforcement officers who've talked to the party's "hosts," the white building houses a monthly gathering of individuals who select other willing partners to fulfill sexual fantasies that are completely legal.

As rumors floated around the community of a spanking room and sex swing, local resident Ricky Gaddis said he decided about a year ago to see for himself what the "Meet and Greet" was all about. Gaddis said he paid $10 to get in, left his name at the front door and was told "if he didn't cause any trouble, there wouldn't be any trouble." "People kept asking what's going on over there, so I said 'I'll go find out,' " Gaddis said, adding that he went a year ago and doesn't know what goes on there now. "I didn't see no sex ...," but he did see some women baring their breasts.

Gaddis said he only saw one other local person inside the facility and believes that most of the others who gather there on a fairly regular basis must be wealthy people from out of town, judging by their vehicles. Jeff Jones, a captain with the Daviess County Sheriff's Department, said rumors were brought to the department's attention about six to nine months ago about a possible sex club in Friendly Village.

While no formal complaints have been filed with the department, Jones said the "hosts" of the party met with him and said adults come to the "Meet and Greet" to meet others from surrounding states before opting to go somewhere else on a consensual basis to do as they choose. Jones said the information the department received did not seem indicative of criminal activity.

Jim Mischel, an associate director for building and electrical at the Owensboro Metropolitan Planning Commission, said the lot is zoned B4, commercial, "which means a private club would be a permitted use." A county ordinance places some restriction on adult entertainment, but Mischel said the term "adult entertainment" is not clearly defined. "It would be up to the city or county to decide if it's adult entertainment or not," he said. "If they determine it to be, there are restrictions. "

The property is owned by William Whittaker, and a building permit was issued to Michael Whittaker for the installation of a mobile home adjacent to the facility. A man who answered the door at the mobile home Wednesday said, "I know who owns the club, and I do not want to do a story."

Anna Durbin lives just a couple of doors down from the club. She said she has watched women dressed in lingerie and others dressed "really nice" file into the building on Saturday nights. "You don't ever hear them or see them (after they go in)," she said. "I can't complain as far as the noise and trouble." Durbin said the parking lot is filled every time the group meets, and said they've been told there is food and that members get a special rate at a local hotel.

While many locals sit at the Roam Inn next to the "Meet and Greet" and joke about what goes on behind closed doors, Ashton Revlett said she thinks it's funny that no one really knows for sure. "Everybody knows everybody here, but hardly anybody knows anything about that place," she said. "... If you watch, it's the same cars every time. I never thought it would be here in town, (I) thought it would be in Vegas or somewhere, but not here." A search of three Web sites that cater to the swinging lifestyle resulted in ads from dozens of Owensboro couples looking for other individuals and couples to join them.

According to a 2000 paper in the Electronic Journal of Human Sexuality, 15 percent of couples in the U.S. have, at some point, incorporated swinging into their marriage. The International Lifestyle Association estimates there are upwards of 10 million adults worldwide practicing some form of swinging. A Yahoo group called "OBoro Meet and Greet Rednecks" says members must at least receive notice in the mail pertaining to the "Meet and Greet" and must be at least 21 years old. It also says the club does not discriminate.

A Web site for Club 201 in Evansville said its patrons range in age from their 20s to 50s but that the average club member is in their 30s or 40s. It also says its members are in good relationships and are looking for "a shared experience that appeals to their needs and fantasies and their desire to explore them together rather than apart."

Billy Keiser of Friendly Village said he and his friends joke about going to the "Meet and Greet" and have heard different stories from others who have been. He said he understands that members pay a fee to belong to the private club. "Some people really ought to go and take care of their curiosity at least," he said. " ... We've had more fun at that place's expense."
After spending about six hours in the old bait shop to become the "local expert" on the "Meet and Greet," Gaddis said he has no intention of going back. "Everybody does it in their own house and can invite anyone they want to come over," Gaddis said. "They just do it there." "As long as they don't bother me," Durbin said, "to each his own."

Wasn’t that great? I think it’s about time the illusion that the "swinging" lifestyle is wrong and what people involved in it are being sinful. There should be more appreciation that the mutually consenting couples (and singles) involved in this type of lifestyle often have more trust in each other, and it may even strengthen relationships in some cases.

If nothing else, it gives a little spice to monogamous relationships that want to add a little (consensual) fantasy to their lives . . .