Mr Sam & I had gone to a local hobby shop to look for a few things we both needed to finish some projects we had started.
Mr Sam is always thinking… about sex.
He’s always touching my ass, trying to kiss me, brushing up against me in the store. He acts like a teenager with a continuous hard-on. I shouldn’t complain, about the affection, but sometimes I do get embarrassed when he’s trying to stuck his hands down my pants or unbuttoning something.
We were walking towards the check out lines when we walked past the Halloween decorations. He didn’t stop, I continued walking but we both noticed the same decoration. I didn’t say anything out loud, but he did.
He calmly asked “wanna little boo in your poo?!”
I cracked up laughing. WHY? Because he has been fascinated with licking, poking, kissing and fucking my ass. We are experimenting a lot with anal sex, being both giver & receiver.
We have been shopping for some pegging dildos and g-spot dildos. I showed him some unique dildos that I’ve seen online. He read my mind when he said that about that ghost figurine. Mr Sam can be annoying at times but other times he is witty & makes me LOL!!!!
I started back to work this past Wednesday. The day was exhausting. The afternoons are always more stressful than my morning route.
The morning commute is always beautiful and with my iTunes blasting as I drive is even a better feeling.
I wanted to kiss you good morning before I started my day.
There is a local contest that started here in my area. NO. I’m not participating in the contest. They want a $30 entry fee and you can enter 4 photos and then $10 for every photo after that. I don’t have that kind of money. It’s my understanding that the photographer would eventually lose out on any royalties, etc. Besides, my photos aren’t that great. I’ve doubted my “eye.” I just don’t see things like I used to. There is a theme to the contest, to take photos of what we think is the best of our city.
In a slowly dying town, it may be difficult to take these photos. Might have to really get creative with locations, not to get confused with landmarks or historical sites.
I’ve taken photos of this spot several times before. It always speaks to me, so tranquil, peaceful and quiet. The sounds of water, the birds and the wind through the trees. There is a bench off to the side. I have sat there a few times to listen to my inner voice. Most of the time, I can’t hear a damn thing.
Are you like me when it comes to masturbation and sex? You know, when you go too long without it and you turn into that tightly wrapped bitch? It’s been over a week for me without sex or my daily “me-time.”
We have a house guest for a few weeks. The guest bedroom is directly across from the master bedroom which makes me self-conscious about having sex or masturbating. I would prefer to go without at that point.
However, turning into the up-tight bitch in need of some release is not good when entertaining house guests. Friday afternoon the house was empty. I took advantage of the time alone, using my new gift (nipple pumps) and my Satisfyer Pro 2. Thanks to both of these products I felt that release that I desperately needed to carry on.
I have been absent from so many blogging memes. Life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Unless blogging is your business, then it’s something you have to do. It’s a responsibility isn’t it?! Sometimes I feel with blogging I have to “work” at it. I slacked off for most of this year.
Trying to learn to balance everything & everyone in my life can really be draining.
Once again my summer is kind of a bust. Our empty nest is now full again. My “me-time” is so limited these days. Today my Beloved decided to take our company out and about to give me some free time for myself. I wasted no time.
A special THANK YOU to a thoughtful follower/fan for thinking of me and sending me these nipple pumps by Angel Kiss.
I find myself talking more and more about the dive bar that Charlie & I used to hang out together at. Now Mr. Sam & I hang out there together, it’s still the same ol’ dirty seedy looking dive bar.
I enjoy the fucked up people who go in there who drink their troubles away. I enjoy that “cheers” atmosphere when I walk through the door.
However summer soon approaches and that means that I wont be there as much as I go there during the winter. Summer time is when I stay home, hanging out in the backyard, working in my garden and riding the motorcycle.
I’ve seen bartenders come & go and return again. Some times it’s a long time before you see the same people, other times it’s the same people everyday. Just depends on what’s going on in their lives.
Most of the time my bar friends are willing to lend a helping hand, especially when it comes to my photography. I needed something for the letter “Y” and this is what I came up with, thanks to the little missy in the photo.
Walking down Main St. looking for ideas for photos, I was explaining to my friend how difficult the last part of the alphabet is for ideas.
She suggested walking a bit further down the street because she noticed something on a building that would work perfectly for the letter X.
It was a pleasant day for a quick walk and then back to the bar so I agreed.
There are several run-down buildings in my dying city, few of them are marked for demolition.
This building will not be standing much longer.