Kids

Was not going to be online today, but I am sitting alone with the Doberman in the car as my date for the day has gone into the barn to check on her horse. The Doberman is not happy. I am feeling much better. Still have to cold but this morning is the first time in four days I have felt well enough to go out. Called my kids this morning and they got flooded with gifts (as predicted) by their mother. That's only the beginning as they will be off to their her parents later today as well. That type of excess that they are going through today always bothers me. Not much I can do from here. I guess this is the punishment for picking badly on relationships. I miss my kids something awful this morn...but I am scared to think of the mess I would [Read more...]

Foos and Macs

It is 23:45 and I'm waiting for my meds to kick in. Thanks to a cold or something I picked up at the office on Monday, just was not in a writing mood at all today. Back on my horse tomorrow, though... Or as my old fav cliche goes, save a horse, ride a cowboy. A little too cold for my cowboy hat at the moment, but the stallion Percheron and other five horses in the barn will appreciate the break. Tonight's sleep music is a mix between Fleetwood Mac's Behind the Mask...the one were they replaced the stoned Lindsay Buckingham with two guitar players...and the Foo Fighters' In Your Honor (note, the missing 'u'), Disc 2. Fleetwood Mac has this uncanny knack for song writing. With or without Buckingham, everything they did grows on me if I [Read more...]

All I Want for Christmas is for Her Not to Spit

Women spitting is...well...un-goddess-like. Now, quick disclaimer...I'm four beer, strong beer (call the 7.5%) into a bender and enjoying it...so anything you read after this particular line, take with a grain of salt. Whether it be after a baseball game and she is trying to show that she can be one of the boys...or after a blow job and she is trying to get the taste out of her mouth...it is un-lady-like. This is the reason I like to eat as much asparagus as I can get my hands on.  I hear that that makes the taste...yes, that taste...better.  Well, for the good that does me. Apparently, women have this thing about the taste of semen.  If it doesn't taste good enough, they spit it out...I would say something to the effect of "wimps", but [Read more...]

Slicing Bacon

I'm debating changing my theme for this blog... Problem is that I have been in sales and marketing for 25 years now (yes, I'm that old)...though that did include five years part time as I finished high school in the retail variety of positions back in the late 1980s. Before you ask, back in early October I celebrated my 20th annual 21st birthday (aka...I'm 40).  I joke with my daughters that I ran out of fingers and toes when I turned 21 (20 fingers and toes...and I knew it was plus one other *ahem* digit elsewhere) Suffice to say, I began working retail, technically even earlier.  My parents owned a store that I would work at, back in 1983.  I would run cash and sweep on a Friday evening and weekends for them...also did some work on the [Read more...]

More Morning Wood

Hard to wake in a big empty bed. Always wake up thinking to roll over, go back to sleep and wake again when a goddess mystically appears for me to please. Do not get me wrong here...every guy has his typical guy moments. Whether gay, straight, priest or whatever, we would all be happy to awake finding our cock being sucked...in those three suggestions, just would be a difference in whom would be doing the sucking. Point is we're all selfish, in one way or another. However, I am one who feels that...much as I enjoy that feeling, it should be more a reward of pleasing her first. Get her to her comfortably uncomfortable best orgasm and she will reward me ten fold...rinse and repeat. I could not, for example, succeed as a dom...unless I [Read more...]

Is It Over, Yet?

This evening is being spent at a Catholic church *groan*. My mother's choir is doing their Christmas carols this eve and I let her talk me into enter the house of cons for the first time since my grandmother's funeral in 2007. I still remember years ago when I had an argument with my parish priest...call it 1992...I huffed out of the church and walked into a book store to buy my first deck of Tarot cards. I don't even remember what the argument was about, but it was when I began to educate myself on beliefs and some of the fictions that were held as facts by so many. Now, as I type this, my oldest daughter is reading over my shoulder in fascination. "You had an argument with a priest?" she just asked. As such, I trust her to know that [Read more...]