HAPPY NEW YEAR!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I like the new year, everyone gets a clean slate and can move forward. Although I don’t make resolutions (because I break them within the first couple of days) I do try to improve myself from the year before.

So, without further ado, some self improvement ideas for 2006 (in no particular order of importance):

Loose weight.
Exercise more (some is better than none)
Write more often.
Read more books.
Get published.
Eat healthier.
Get more edumacated.
Be a better husband.
Be a better father.
Be a better employee.
Be a better human being.
Get financially savy and finally get in the black.
Expand my comfort zone.

Well, the office is closing early, so, I’m outta here.

Happy New Year folks.

Have a safe and happy weekend!

See you next year! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Success!

Ah success! No, not with the e-mail server (that’s a DNS issue that’s out of my hands) but with sex! YAY! We beat TW’s period! Woo Hoo!

Last night’s session was a spirited, “fuck me now so I won’t be so bitchy tomorrow” session. It was all spoon style with heavy, heavy pussy pounding. I even came inside TW which really set her off. Since neither one of us uses birth control, it’s very rare that I come inside of her. Naturally, it’s around the time of her period. Hope she didn’t miscalculate! Oops!

Whew, what a week so for. Like I mentioned earlier, e-mail server is still not taking any messages. We can send interoffice all we like and even send out to the internet, but, no incoming mail thank you. DNS records are screwed up somewhere. SBC, err, I mean AT&T POWERED by SBC, controls ours. They’re supposedly working on it. At least, that’s what the voice mail told me this A.M. Hey, there IS a bright side to this. No fucking SPAM! WOOT!

Needless to say, I haven’t had time to post a whole lot, NOT that there’s anything going on anyway. Sex life is in a rut. We’re both too damn tired by the time we get around to it. TW told me in bed, last night, that she has all these great, sexy, hot ideas going around in her head during the day, but, by the time I get home, she’s too tired to do anything about it. I told her, “Welcome to the club.”

I’m always thinking about different sexual situations involving TW during the day. We’ve fucked in my office, in the server room, on the conference room table (both large room and small room), in the lunch room, on my desk, well, you get the idea. Oh, and YES, some of my co-workers ARE involved. I’ve also thought about fucking her at home, all around the house; in the shower, on the kitchen countertop, on the couch, in the hallway, on the stairs, in the basement, etc. etc. etc.

By the time I get home though, I’m wore out from the commute (1.5 hrs each way, although the past couple of weeks have been nice, holiday traffic) So, we’re both wore out by the end of the night. Add to that SC’s acting up at home and TW’s reactions to that and we were lucky to get it in last night. At least it’s both of us being wiped out. I’d hate for it to be one or the other.

On a more positive note, S, from work, is wearing a pair of jeans, that when she sits down, I can see her ass crack (no panties today?) YAY! Also, JJ is wearing a nice tight top and an ass hugging pair of slacks. It’s a good day to be at work.

Damn it, fix yourself!

Crap, no sex again last night. After 13 hours at work, I was too damned tired to get it on with TW. Hopefully, I’ll finish the server today and we can get funky tonight, that is, if her period doesn’t arrive a day early. Oh fuck it, we’ll just fuck in the shower.

So, my e-mail server is 3/4 of the way back up. I installed a new hard drive and was able to move data successfully. The only problem now is that I can’t receive e-mail from outside the company. I can send it all I want, but get no incoming e-mail. Office to office e-mail is fine, both sending and receiving. I’ve been checking and re-checking DNS settins and firewall settings but am not getting anywhere. Suicide is looking better and better all the time. No, wait, sex first. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Vacation? What vacation?

Still no sex for me, but at least I’m getting the feeling of wanting to have sex back. I’m attributing my lack of interest to the cold I’m currently suffering.

I’m at work today, even though it’s a vacation day for me. Sigh. Yes, the e-mail server again. I guess it won’t be too long before I’m fired. Hell, I’d fire me. Anyway, the server crapped out last night and I’m in the process of restoring it. I can do it in my sleep now. New server is still inoperable due to time constraints in being able to get it online. Like I said, I’d fire me too.

I forgot to mention that even though I didn’t get to see any SIL titty, I did have some wonderful DB shots from Z. She’s dressing up for me I think. Nice low cut top, big, milk filled titties and some wonderful bent over in front of Mr. M-D situations made me a semi happy man. It was all I could do to resist reaching down and cupping her marvelous melons.

Bah Humbug.

Having learned nothing from his blowout experience, CB locked his keys in his car again. At least this time, they weren’t in the ignition. It’ll be a long time before he lives this one down.

TW and I had sex a grand total of 2 times this weekend. A very HOT session, while wrapping presents, on Friday and another more sedate session Saturday morning. After that, there was nothing. Feast or famine again.

Christmas was rather ho-hum. I guess it’s not as much fun when Santa is known. The kids got what they were hoping for, so, for them it was pretty good. I didn’t get all that much but then, I didn’t ask for all that much. I did NOT get what I really wanted though. Again.

BOOM!

Last night’s comedy of errors brought to you by a faulty tire on my son’s car. CB was driving home last night when he suffered a blowout, at 70 M.P.H. Luckily, he kept his cool and safely got to the shoulder. That’s where the comedy of errors started. First, he locked his keys in the car, while it was running. Next he tried flagging down folks but most of them drove on by. Finally someone did stop, and a BIG SHOUT OUT to the guys that stopped and gave him a ride to a pay phone. Thanks guys!

So, he calls us collect. (Guess where his cell phone is? That’s right, in the locked, running car.) I look at the number, don’t recognize, the answering machine takes the call but we don’t hear a name. TW looks at me and tells me not to accept the charges. No problem, I wasn’t going to do it anyway. Meanwhile, in the back of my head, there’s this tiny, quiet voice going, “It’s your son, he’s in trouble, get it” Unfortunately, that voice was drowned out by the loud, obnoxious, “It’s a fucking drunk asshole who dialed the wrong number.” voice.

So, TW and I settle back down and watch some TV. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking away, we haven’t heard from the boy, so we call him. No answer, right to voicemail. I have him paged. We call again, goes to voicemail. I leave a message. About a half hour later our phone rings. It’s the boy. He fills us in on what happend and tells us he’s on the way home. He’s worried the bicycle tire spare isn’t going to make it. I tell him not to worry about it, drive under the speed limit in the right hand lane with your blinkers on. 45 minutes later, he’s home, safe and sound.

We took a look at the tire. It was shredded on the inside wall. I don’t know if he ran over something or if the tread just gave way. They were steel belted radials. He said he felt a shudder and then the tire blew. Just like NASCAR! Woo Hoo! Luckily, it was a rear tire and his car is front wheel drive. Also lucky for him, he was on a straight part of the roadway and not going into a curve. The driver of the AAA truck told him he should be in a ditch the way the tire blew. Guess we got an early Christmas gift (okay, that was TOTALLY sappy, but it’s the way I feel)

Anyway, thanks again to the good samaritans who gave him a ride. Have a great holiday season!

And for you my faithful readers, I hope you all have a fantastic, great, safe and happy holiday season. Whatever you celebrate, be it Christmas, Chanukah, Saturnalia, Kwanzaa or any other festival, may it be happy and joyous and fun. Talk with you next week!

p.s. I added some more holiday pics. Check them out if you get the chance. Sorry there’s none of me, but I don’t have any pics of me in holiday attire. Maybe this year!

Holiday pics

Hey everybody, I added some pics here for your holiday enjoyment. Don’t worry, there’s none of me.

Cough, cough, hack, hack…..

No visit from Mr. Creepy last night. He wants to get together for dinner tonight, but TW and I won’t be going. We’re ALWAYS going to meet him somewhere, if he’s not visiting my house when I’m not home. He won’t be seeing TW’s titties any time soon either.

So, I have my annual Christmas cold. I feel okay, except for the nagging, deep, wet cough. No fever, no aches and pains, just this damn cough. I’m hoping to get me some good lovin’ tonight, since I was in bed and asleep by 9:30 last night. I hope Mr. Happy is up to it. I’m sure if I drink enough caffeine, I’ll be okay. I have my annual physical tomorrow morning. Nothing like starting your day with a stranger’s finger up your ass. Oh boy!

Nightime Playtime

Wow, did we have a wild session last night. Neither one of us thought we’d get some sex in but damn it, we sure as hell did.

It started with some kissing. Deep, tongue wrestling kissing. Not sloppy, but just good old fashioned deep kissing. I was hard in seconds. Kissing TW never fails to get me hard. I love kissing her. The feel of her lips on mine, our tongues lightly dancing around one another. I was dropping little kisses on her neck and her front shoulder blades. She was getting H O T!

I reached down and lightly rubbed her clit. She came almost immediately. When I sucked on her nipples, she came again. We continued to kiss and nibble on one another as I brought her to another quick orgasm. She turn turned her back to me and told me to fuck her. I’m certainly NOT gonna turn that down.

I positioned my cock and thrust forward. I slid into her very wet, very slippery pussy in one stroke. I built up a nice steady rhythm and soon was fucking her hard. Her orgasms were continuous as I fucked her fast and deep. I was fondling her tits roughly and pinching and pulling on her nipples. She grabbed a pillow and screamed out her orgasm into it. We fucked like that for a while and I could tell she was getting sleepy, so I stopped and asked her if she was ready for bed.

She said yes and cuddled up next to me. She was telling me how hot I made her. I turned to kiss her again and she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. I pushed open her legs with my thigh and she was soon rubbing herself off on me. She rolled on top of me and humped my leg like the horny bitch she is.

I let her fuck my leg for a bit and then started to spank her ass. Holy shit did she take off! She was mumbling and moaning and coming. I slapped her sexy ass until my hands stung. TW never complained, she just rode my leg to another orgasm. I then moved her over my cock and had her sit on me. She threw her head and arms back and it was all I could do to prevent her from slamming her head against the headboard.

I reached up and grabbed her arms and pulled them down and back. TW was moaning, “No, no, no, no, no” over and over. I continued to fuck her hard as she came all over my cock and balls. I was soaked! By this time she was again coming dangerously close to whacking her head on the headboard, so I let go of her arms and fondled her breasts. This allowed me both the opportunity to tug and play with her nipples and keep her from knocking herself unconscious. It was a win/win situation.

Pretty soon though she was just too wobbly to hold up anymore. She rolled off to the side and I continued to pleasure her with my hands and my tongue. I slipped a finger into her pussy and ran it up along her slit to her clit. While I was fingering her clit, my mouth was busy with her tits. I was alternating between her breasts, kissing, nibbling, biting the sensitive flesh. TW groaned into my shoulder as another orgasm overcame her. She bit down on my shoulder as she came, mixing her pleasure with my pain. After that orgasm, she was finished for the night. I rolled onto my back and TW tucked herself against me and we drifted off to sleep.

P.S. Shit, I forgot to tell you. Mr.Creepy is back in town, sniffing around. He’s supposed to come out to visit us tonight, but we’ve heard that before. TW is already planning on dressing like her sister, Y. You know, the uptight, ultra conservative Christian? I think she’s going with the layered look, although, a turtleneck is NOT out of the question. I’ll let you know what happens either way.

Happy Saturnalia and tag, you’re it

Happy Saturnalia to all of you. If you’re a lover of darkness and night, like I am, this is your day (or night, if you prefer) Shortest day of the year. First day of winter, my season, although, I do like the fact that daylight does get longer from here on out.

Hey, I was tagged by Narcissus!

Here are the rules;the first player of this game starts with the topic. Five weird habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

Okay, five weird habits:

1.) I peel the skin off of my right hand on a regular basis (old bowling injury)

2.) Like Al Bundy, when I watch TV I like to hold on to my package.

3.) I buy stuff (books, computer games, computer hardware/software) that I rarely use.

4.) I rarely do housework, but when I do, I do it naked.

5.) I put things off to the last possible minute.

Now, let’s see, who can I tag? Hmm……

Fred & Wilma

Derek & Renee

Cardman

Lisa

Danica

Get to it when you can and have fun with it!