This is a sample of what Lori sends me on a regular basis. And to think that I was so excited when my hubby met this maniac.
I actually cybered last week. Which is normally no big deal. Lots of people cyber.
But I haven't done that in forever! Met a nice guy in a chat room. He went to my blog and got hard. He told me about getting hard. Then I got, well, really horny.
I opened my robe, pulled down my panties, spread my legs, and soon was getting off with this nice fellow. I didn't tell him, but I had a little plastic friend helping me along as well.
I came twice. Pretty cool. I love being a horndog!
We signed off and then I woke hubby up. You know, the good way (his dick in my mouth). I was worked up and wanted to make him earn his keep! LOL
Check this out.....totally have an assignment. No, not work--sex!
I've been seeing a lot commercials for that show, "Damages", that stars Glenn Close. I always liked her. Kind of a mixture of classic Hollywood and unique looks that has always made her stand out. So I Googled her. She's 63 and still gorgeous! What a woman.
So then I got to thinking.....has hubby ever banged a sixty-year old (or older) woman? I was pretty sure he hadn't. I mean, he's fucked some women in their fifties, but none in their sixties. Being the concerned wife that I am, I decided to ask.
He hadn't. So now I'm on a mission. I want to find a hot woman, 60 or older, to make this happen! And I'm gonna watch! Hey, he's 47, so it's not like it's a big age difference!
Still doing the Christmas shopping! Most of it's done, luckily. The crowds here in the Atlanta metro area are heavy to say the least. Then again, I suppose it's crowded just about everywhere this time of year!
I guess I should explain this picture. It's really such a cute story.
One one of my last trips for Acme was to Philadelphia in August, 2007. On a Thursday night, I ran out to grab some dinner. It was around 8 and wasn't too crowded.
So I'm eating my salad and notice this cute couple looking at me, but trying to keep me from noticing. Finally, I smiled and nodded a hello to them. A few minutes later, this cute girl comes up to the table and introduces herself as Susan.
After so many years of doing the mating dance, so to speak, it really felt like they were going to invite me back home. And while they were adorable, I wasn't really interested. I was in the midst of putting out a bit of fire with one of Acme's big-time clients. I was stressed and just not in the mood for a night of threesome fun.
Yeah, I know, I know. What a shock!
So she starts talking and says that what she's about to ask will sound weird.
Yup, I was gonna get hit on!
WRONG! LOL
About seven years earlier, Susan and her husband, Mark, had just gotten married. They were out celebrating his birthday and joking around. So Mark was teasing Susan, busting her chops and all, like married couples do. Then he was laughing, said he wanted to make up (not that they were really fighting) and said she should give him a kiss for his birthday.
She laughed and said no way. That he had been so horrible and all!
The waitress thought the whole thing was great and that they were really cracking her up. Then she teased Susan, saying that her hubby was nice and deserved a birthday kiss. Susan laughed and said if she thought that, she should give him a kiss. So the waitress leaned down and gave Mark a kiss on the cheek. Susan thought that was great. Then she asked her to do it again and took a pic. From there, it evolved into a yearly deal. On his birthday, Susan would find a pretty girl and tell the story and it always worked.
That was fucking terrific! That was fucking awesome! She even showed me the previous six pics! So great. Some very cute girls were pictured giving him kisses on the cheek and a couple of girls gave him a light kiss on the lips--no French kissing or anything.
"So you want me?" I asked.
"If you wouldn't mind?"
I totally wanted in on this. I loved this. I love great stories and this was a chance to be a part of one. But I needed my picture to stand out. Call it ego.
I went over and I introduced myself. He started to get up and I told him to stay seated. I smiled at Susan and said, "I'm gonna add a little more fun to this," and unhooked the top buttons of my dress. Then I hopped onto his lap and planted a kiss on her hubby.
I got up, buttoned up my dress a bit and asked Susan, "How was that?" She just laughed and gave me a thumbs-up. "Unbuttoning your shirt was a nice touch!"
I gave her my email addy so she could send me the pic. I didn't keep in touch with them, though. That wasn't what that was all about. They're birthday tradition was to find a strange girl to kiss him and that was that.
Pretty cool to be a part of such a cute tradition!
Like I said before, crazy shit happens on the road! LOL But that was one of my favorite stories.
I'm still working on two entries. Both will be pretty surprising,considering how much I've played up mi bisexual side to this date. But before I met Jilly, I was quite the boy crazy girl.
One is how I lost my virginity. The other is about a guy that I was seeing on the side when I was with Jilly (by the way, she has no idea this blog exists). I'm pretty sure the pics in that entry will be enjoyed by my male visitors. LOL And don't worry--all of them were taken when I was 18. I will never show any nudes or any other type of inappropriate images of myself under the age of 18.
Since we were talking about Philly.....
About eight years ago, I was in Philadelphia. I was supervising a training class with the office trainer, Angela. Anyway, these two kids, guys in their very early twenties, were in the class.
Before the class started, I was coming out of the ladies room when around the corner, I could hear two guys talking. They weren't talking loudly, but I could hear them.
"You see the blonde chick?"
"She's from Cleveland or something. Some kind of regional trainer or something."
"I'd do her."
"In a minute."
"Love her ass."
"Fucking hot, brother."
Honestly, I kind of laughed. Guy talk, right? Big whoop. Girls do the same thing, only they use different words. But.....I had to teach these two a lesson. I rounded the corner and their faces went white.
"The three of us are gonna have a chat at the break."
They were in shock, but managed to get out an "okay."
So they had to sweat it out for two hours. Finally, Angela sent the class out on break. When she went out, I sat down in front of them. "Okay, I need a cigarette, so we're gonna make this fast."
I took a breath. "Okay, you two. I've been with this company since I was seventeen (internships, summer employment, etc....). I've been around. So you two are going to listen and listen good, got it?"
They both nodded.
"Okay, do you understand what sexual harassment is?" They nodded.
"Well, your behavior this morning could be construed as that. In fact, that's just what it was. Listen, I'm not stupid. I know guys like girls. I know guys like to look at girls. I know guys like to talk about what they'd like to do with girls. But you're earning 10 dollars an hour. That's not bad at your age. Don't act like you're in high school. You could lose your jobs. There aren't a lot of companies that will train you from scratch and pay you what we're paying you, okay? You can't act like that. I'm not mad. If you find a girl pretty, then you find her pretty. Don't yap about it. Be discreet."
They just nodded.
"Now, I'm the only one who heard all this, okay? So behave."
They apologized again and I accepted it. Honestly, I wasn't offended. But had they done that to Angela, uh,....
cheastnuts roasting on an open fireeeeeeee....................
If you get my drift.
Anyway, I kept track of these two over the following years. They really did have potential. Both were working full-time and attending college at night. And they behaved and became model employees. High production, low absentee rates, all that. And never did they have a complaint about how they behaved. Every time I was in that office, they'd just nod and smile when they saw me.
Anyway, several years later I was in Philly again. Angie was long gone, having been replaced with another trainer. I was in a meeting with the new trainer, Jack (what a jerkoff), and the general manager of that field office, Samantha. Sam asked me to stay and give her some feedback on some new potential supervisors. They had pretty much decided on who would be getting promoted.
At that time, that office was getting slammed with work and was expanding. And when you expand, you need new employees. Lots of them. And when you hire a lot of new employees, you need extra supervisors.
Honestly, the only reason I was in that meeting was because Samantha and I were buddies. Well, that and I'd be helping Jack train some of the new supervisors. So she's bouncing names for new supervisors and guess which two guys had applied to become supervisors? And guess who were going to be promoted?
Vic and Bill.
I grabbed their two apps and said, "I'll talk to these two." I couldn't resist. I wanted to have some fun. Of course, these two weren't the frat boys they were back when they started. I knew that. But they didn't know that I knew that.
Snicker.
So Sam shot those two an email, telling them to report to one of the conference rooms in ten minutes. I went and sat down and waited. She and Jack went to talk to the others.
The expressions on their faces when they walked in the door......just priceless.
"Sit down guys."
Good grief. These two now-husbands and fathers were still nervous around me!
"I believe we made a deal a few years ago, didn't we?"
They both nodded.
"And did you two behave? Did you hold up your end?"
They nodded again.
"And you two still scared of me after all this time?"
Shrugs, sheepish smiles.
"Well, better get over it. I'll be training you for the next couple of days. Congratulations. You made me proud."
Bill said, "We got it? Both of us?"
"Both of you. You know it," I said.
After their joyful shock (for lack of a better phrase) subsided, Vic said, "Can we ask you something? We've always wondered about something?"
"Sure, what?"
"Why didn't you fire us that day? We deserved it." Bill asked.
I just smiled and said, "Because you were young. You weren't trying to be offensive. And you were sorry. And I knew you were sincere. If you had laughed it off, I might have. But I couldn't fire you just because you said something dumb at the wrong time. You seemed like good kids. Just being boys....I just had to make sure you didn't do it again. Like I said, I wasn't mad. But you just can't say stuff like that. Well, at least where anybody could hear it."
They both laughed at that last comment.
"Oh," I continued, "I've kept my eye on you two since that day. My instincts were right. You both turned into great CSRs (customer service reps).
It felt good that they got their promotions. They definitely deserved them. And they left and called their wives with the great news.
When I left Acme, I emailed these two reformed frat boys and told them that if they ever needed a reference, I'd slap them if they didn't list me.
And last week, both emailed me. The merger has claimed two more victims. My frat boys (they weren't really frat boys, that was just my nickname for them) are now looking for jobs. I called both of them and told them of course. And I wrote a couple of letters of reference on top of that and snail mailed them out to them.
Gah. This sucks. I mean, both of their wives have good jobs, but still. These two didn't have a big severance package like I did. And there's no consulting firm to hire them like there was with me.
But no doubt they'll land on their feet. But I'll fuss until they do.
After all, they are my frat boys.
