Family Business

A really long time ago, when I was very, very young, I remember Saturday afternoon chats with my dad in the basement bathroom.

He was constantly working (both career-work and home-type-work) so that was one of the only times he ever seemed available to me.

Initially I think it caught him off guard when I wandered into his concrete sanctuary, but he humored me.

He humored me long enough that I remember our talks as a “habit” or custom.

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Good Girl

Good Girl


I wrapped my arm around Him tightly as I nestled in the crook of His arm. It felt so good; nice and warm in His bed, under the electric blanket I gave Him for Christmas.

We lay there like that for quite a while, but it didn’t surprise me when He started guiding my head back down to His cock. I enjoy pleasing Him very much and I know this pleases Him immensely (He hasn’t ever rated my skills and has always praised me for my oral ‘prowess’).

Incidentally, I am fascinated by a man’s penis. *I* don’t have one, therefore I don’t understand how it works, therefore it’s magic! And, although I prefer a circumcised one to a non-, that could very likely be only because I haven’t met many of the other sort 😉

I am not adverse to learning new things…

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Someone Else’s Old Comments on Someone Else’s Old Post

Someone Else’s Old Comments on Someone Else’s Old Post

Mum called 'soooo PATHETIC' in text from Orange about her bill

I was reading and clicking around at fisticuffsandshenanigans yesterday and I found this hilarious post:

Men… This Is Why You Think Twice About Texting Strangers Your Penis

It’s from last July, so I am late to the party, but it’s funny as hell!

Some of the comments are absolutely awesome, so I wanted to share a couple with you.


And I think Meg’s response to this commenter is one of the funniest things I have read ever:


I did promise that I would be sharing more cool and meaningful quotes with you….

Have a great weekend!

My Mini-Vacation with Loverman

My Mini-Vacation with Loverman

Our entire trip was lovely. Uneventful, but lovely. My wonderful Aunt Flo came to visit Monday afternoon, which pretty much prevented any kind of sex fest that we may have had. Loverman is always talking about how our relationship isn’t about sex. I completely concur, every single time, but I think that both of us were hoping for more than a little nookie during our mini-vacation. Which is about all there was…

We left Tuesday afternoon, about 2 hours after I wanted to. That didn’t upset me, though. I know Loverman. Two hours late is actually really good for him 😉

Before we took off on our drive, we stopped at the grocery store and the liquor store. Last year when we went, we bought the groceries after we got there. I think it saved us about $20 to shop and then go. Every little bit counts, right?

Our room was a cute little cottage with a great view! It was very, very little but it had everything we needed. It was only going to be 2 nights; it’s not like we needed that much room anyway.

I wish my phone camera was better. In the distance you can barely see the Stanley Hotel. I drew a lightning bolt at it 🙂 (We could see it much better in person. lol!)

Once our things were unpacked and we had mostly settled in, we found our Shark Tank reruns on CNBC and sat down to eat dinner. Like I said things were lovely but uneventful. Nothing even happened the first night, except that we went to bed peacefully together and had a wonderful night’s sleep.

Wednesday morning started at about 7:30 when I woke him up my favorite way…

This might sound funny, but I love going down on him first thing in the morning when I haven’t put my teeth in yet. I love the feel of his cock filling my mouth and the control I have while he’s still emerging from his dream fog — he moves his hips into me just a little bit more and his skin gets goosebumps when I touch him. He quivers as I run my fingers down his body because he isn’t aware enough to control it. Plus, watching and feeling Coconut grow and emerge from his warm, cozy nest fascinates me. Every. Single. Time.

He squirmed underneath me and muttered his sweet, dirty nothings to me. I hummed as I licked and sucked and gently bobbed up and down on him, massaging his balls softly with my fingertips and then my tongue. His sex tasted so good in my mouth, I wanted to do nothing more at that moment than feel my sexy Loverman overtaken by the pleasures of my mouth.

Our shower afterward was sexy, too. We washed each others’ bodies all over, made sure to get our backs very well (as you probably already know, the middle of one’s back is very difficult to clean thoroughly without help 😉 ), and then stepped out into our tiny quaint kitchen to eat our breakfasts: Loverman had sausage croissant sandwiches and I had yogurt and fruit.

After breakfast, at about 11AM, we wandered over to the main building/lobby to explore and see if they had anything fun to do. Neither one of us brought our swim suits, so going to the hot tub was out of the question — at least during the day! (Also, while we were outside taking pictures, a family with two small children went in — that would probably have ruined our ‘fun in the sun’ anyway.)

There was a pool table in a study room off of the main lobby and Loverman asked, “Do you know how to play pool?”

“I know how to play, execution is my issue ,” and then I winked at him. “How about you?”

“About the same. When I used to play with my brothers I would lose every time. I always hit the 8 ball in too soon.” He racked up the balls and I grabbed a stick and chalked it.

My first break was absolute crap! I barely nicked the cue ball and it hit exactly two balls. We both laughed our asses of and Loverman asked, “What the hell was that?”

“Hey! It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I don’t have a pool table in my living room or anything!”

We had so much fun while we played 4 games of “regular” pool and one game of 8-ball (or at least my interpretation of it 🙂 ). Loverman says I “won” all of them but, truth be told, we tied 2/2 in “regular” pool and he kicked my ass at 8-ball.

For lunch we shared a microwave fried chicken Hungry Man meal and I had some fresh veggies. Also, we had about 3 shots of tequila. Each.

I can’t remember exactly how it happened, but we had some music on and I was sexy-dancing in front of Loverman. I think it was probably more silly dancing than sexy, but I was having fun and he was too! He leaned in close to me, allowing me to unbuckle his pants, and while I moved the coffee table from in front of the loveseat/hide-a-bed, he removed his jeans and sat down on the couch.

His erection was pointing directly at me as I slowly twirled my way back over to Loverman. Pulling my sweater dress up over my shoulders revealed to him that I had not been wearing panties the entire time we were exploring and playing pool earlier. I saw his dick stiffen even more and salute me. “Ohhhhh,” he sighed, “You are a bad girl. You definitely need a spanking. Turn around and show me that ass!”

I did as he said. He smacked both sides. Twice. Each time harder than the last, but he knows me well and made sure to punish each cheek equally. I could feel them heating up as they turned pink, but he didn’t smack me hard enough to make it red. Maybe later…

My Devil TattooI’m not into punishment sex; neither is Loverman. Him smacking my ass (and about once a year, I will tie him up and blindfold him 😉 ) is really as far as it ever goes; I’m good with that. It feels awesome when he’s smacking my ass, telling me how sweet it is. How tender and juicy and smackable it is. Mmmm…! (and Hello Kitty is there waving at him every time!)

I turned around to face him and lowered myself to kneel in front of him. His gorgeous penis swelled in front of me, urging me to kiss it. I took him sweetly into my mouth again, but only for a few kisses before I climbed up onto the couch and mounted my sexy Loverman.

It ended with both of us sweaty, laying tangled together on the scratchy carpet. We were sexy, messy and smelly; badly in need of another sexy shower.

I could barely get up from the floor, even just to crawl to the bathroom. Every part of my body was tingling. After my first attempt to get up, Loverman took his time toweling us both off and then helped me get to me feet. In the tiny cozy bathroom, he lowered the toilet lid, put a soft, dry towel down as a cushion, and then plopped my butt down (gently, he’s so sweet to me!). It was a very warm bath. He likes the water too hot! He added some bubbles and then he added me. We lavished in the hot bubbles for long enough to feel like noodles and then Loverman helped me out of the tub and, basically, slid me into the bed. He slid in next to me and curled his entire body up against mine and we drifted off…

I slept for about an hour, but Loverman was really tired and he slept for about 3 (see: Sunday Science). When I woke up I read a couple of chapters of Carter Beats the Devil and waited patiently for him to wake up.

Now, for something different…

After Loverman woke up and as we were getting ready to go out for our “nice dinner” (we got a gift certificate for dinner with the Groupon that I purchased) I got a call from Thing #1. She told me that she and her father, Mr. Doom-n-Gloom, had just gotten into three fights and she was pretty sure that she had won the last two.

We talked for a while and she explained to me that, in the first fight, she lost her temper with Doom-n-Gloom and yelled at him for eavesdropping on a conversation she was having with her sister, behind their closed bedroom door (when Loverman and I were talking about it later, he says that Thing #1 was set up by Doom-n-Gloom and Thing #2).

What Thing #1 thinks is that her father doesn’t love her. She was talking about it with her sister when Doom-n-Gloom bursts in and starts throwing out accusations and mean words at her! Totally disrespecting both of their privacy and feelings.

She told me that, eventually, she asked him to leave her alone because she didn’t want to say any more hurtful things. Apparently, he stomped to his room and slammed the door (his go-to, mature way of dealing with conflict). About 10 minutes later he came out of his bedroom to start it again with her.

Thing #1 shut him down by telling him that she didn’t want to fight with him. That she had cleaned her mess up from the kitchen and that she just wanted Doom-n-Gloom to leave her alone and stop saying such mean things. However, Doom-n-Gloom loves the opportunities to twist the knife and he could see that she was hurting so he said, “I don’t trust you any more because you betrayed me.”

“What are you talking about, Dad?”

“You wanted to send me back to my parents in MN two years ago when I got out of the hospital. Also, you told your mother about the time I said to you ‘I am probably going to die before you graduate’ — I told you that in confidence.”

“I was 16 when you told me that, dad. Did you think that telling me that was going to make me your friend?!

“You lied to your mother and I that one time you skipped school (that was also two years ago — and she hasn’t lied to us since! *I* trust her!) and I still don’t trust you from that.”

Thing #1 told me that it went on like that for a while. She cried and he kept saying mean things while she remained calm, just teary-eyed.

He left once again to leave and slam the door a second time, only to come out yet again to continue his barrage of mean and hateful comments. At this point, Thing #1 was immune to the hurtful things he was spewing at her and Thing #2 has actually come out of their room to ask her father to stop being so mean.

I know that this account of events is fairly accurate (yes, or course it’s a bit dramatized… It’s heresay) — I know because I have seen the way Doom-n-Gloom treats her when I’m actually there witnessing it!

This all happened in the one singular hour immediately after Thing #1 arrived home from school/work. My talk with her took another hour. At the end, it was almost 7PM and neither Loverman nor myself were in the mood to go out to dinner any more.

Needless to say, that entire conversation/ordeal kind of put a damper on the rest of Wednesday night for us. Instead of going out to dinner, we stayed in and ate Pringles, drank our bottle of Moscato and watched movies: My Blue Heaven and The Hulk.

Loverman had never seen My Blue Heaven (I was glad I brought it) and he likes Steve Martin so we enjoyed that one, but neither of us really liked The Hulk. Basically, it was way too long and the only parts I truly enjoyed were the parts with Sam Elliott.

We climbed into bed around midnight but I could not fall asleep. Probably because of the nap I took earlier that day. Loverman is always so tired because he sleeps in his truck or on his friend’s couch most days; he fell asleep almost immediately. I like to let him sleep and try not to bother him when he is. I think I finally fell asleep around 3 or 4 in the morning, but I laid next to him the entire time listening to his breathing and the music streaming from my MP3 player.

I started the next morning on a bad note.

It’s because of my stupid period and how it happens every single time we have something special going on. My cycle is very regular — until I have something planned. Argh! And Loverman doesn’t like having sex when I’m bleeding all over the place (I understand. Kind of… Hmmmm… Not really…).

Once I heard Loverman rustling around and I knew he was actually waking up, I crawled back into bed and started kissing on his chest and his neck (but I didn’t go down on him, my teeth were in and I wanted a “back rub”. I kind of wanted him to ‘take initiative’ this time). I looked up at him and asked, “Can I get one of your special back rubs this morning?… And stuff?” then went back to kissing his neck and earlobes while I waited for his response.

Loverman said drowsily, “I can give you a back rub, but I don’t think we have time for ‘stuff’.” My bitchy self didn’t like his answer because SHE heard, “Baby, you’re nasty!”

I got up out of bed, because I felt rebuked (I wasn’t, that’s just how I felt), started putting on my underwear and said, “That’s okay. I’ll start breakfast.”

The morning was a little strained, but we checked out at 10AM as planned and played a few more games of pool before we left. This time, he won all 4 games — a shutout. But he will tell you that I cheated, if you ask him.

Fishing Pond ParkWe explored the scenic, historic downtown for about and hour and then had lunch. It was nice sitting with him, comfortable, filled with joy and satisfaction and peace.

Our drive back to “the city” took about 2 hours as we drove through the flood damage from last fall. We took different ways there and back. I wish I had taken some pictures on our way up, but here are a couple from our drive back down:

Flood Damage 1

Flood Damage 2We listened to CDs and rode in peace most of the way down.

It was a fun and relaxing time with Loverman, and later that night, after our mini-vacation was officially over, we got to go skating together.



Why do some guys think that girls want to see a picture of their dick? When they send it to our phones, do they just expect us to drop everything and cum running, all the while shedding our clothes in a frenzy to ascend Mt. Pole?

A picture isn’t going to show me that he knows how to use the damn thing, is it? It’s just showing me that he can get an erection. And, what if that isn’t even his penis!?! Disappointed!

Should I want him more because he has a picture of his schlong (or someone else’s?) stored in his phone ? And, if he is going to send it to me (after telling me how monstrous it is), maybe he should put something else in the picture for scale 😉 If it’s just a dick and nothing else, I really have nothing to compare it to… Maybe hold it up next to a ruler or something so I can totally grasp the immensity (intensity) of it…

Is one dude’s penis really that much more special than some other dude’s penis? I mean, I personally like the bent ones, but I have had a couple pretty awesome straight ones, too (not at the same time; don’t even want to try that one!)!

I know that men are visually stimulated. I get it. But women (for the most part) are not. In exchange for your unsolicited peter-pic, you will not be getting a picture of my twat or my boobies or me in my sexy negligee! The only way you get to see that is in REAL LIFE — and your name must be Loverman. I don’t need that shit showing up on some big screen somewhere when I’m with my kids! “Mom, have you been sexting your underwear pics again? I thought we told you to stop that!”

Personally, I would be more aroused if I got a picture of a clean sink… Maybe a picture of what he’s going to make me for dinner or what he’s going to wear on our date… Perhaps, a photo of our boudoir with the bedsheets pulled back, rose petals scattered all around, candles lit… Or a drawn bath — along with the words “Look what I have waiting for you when you get home. Also, there’s a package here I need you to unwrap!”

You get the ‘picture’, right?

Candle_lit_bath_by_Le_Chat_d_ombreHave any of you men out there sent peter-pics to a girl that you wanted to WOW!? Did it work? Has your girlfriend/wife ever asked you to send her a picture of your love muscle?

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