Modern Lexenomics

Time To Start A New Poll

2011-11-28T02:38:00.002-05:00

And the Dolphins won the Suck 4 Luck Poll.

Final tally:

Dolphins: 4

Rams (Yayyyyyyyyyy!): 3

Browns: 1

Thanks to those that voted!

But let's face it.....everybody knows where Luck will go--Indy. Well, actually, we don't know if the rumors of Luck pulling an "Eli" are true or not. But the Colts will get that top pick.

First Manning, then Luck......

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Speaking of the NBA lockout, which we weren't.....

Laker and Celtic fans agree on very little. But both fans of both teams know one thing: a shortened season only helps their veteran teams. Count me in on that!

And now that lockout has ended, let's get this season going! Go Lakers!

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Anyway, time for a new poll. Let's see how many people have been "the first". I have been "the first" a few times.

Well, you can only be "the first" one time. I should say I have been "the first" for a few different people.

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I'm thinking of running a couple of more polls to run along with the virgin poll. I'd be interested in running one asking women if they've ever had sex with another woman and one asking men if they've ever had sex with another man.

Personally, I think male/male sex is hot. But hey, I'm a psychotic nympho, so what do I know?

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Ah, my brand new BFF, Svetlana!

She has put up a new post on sexsecretsblog.com! And it's a subject near and dear to my slutty little heart: why SHE won't meet you either!

She's a little more tactful about it than I am! But she does a great job of explaining why she doesn't meet men through her blog.

Seriously, why would anybody in their right mind think, "Oh, a woman who writes about sex. She must want to fuck me."?

But being asked once doesn't bother me. What really gets me angry is the ones that ask twice. To me, two strikes and you're out.

I mean, fuck, girls..... I get meeting someone in person after a long "vetting" process. What I don't get is you being so fucking horny that you're willing to risk your personal safety by just running into your car and meeting somebody five minutes after you exchanged "asls".

Oh well, it's like that old saying: you can lead a horny chick to water, but you can't make her cross her legs.

Or something like that.

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Hubby just beat me to 20,000 views. He hasn't posted in months. He is evil. If I didn't love him, I'd hate him. For the record, he still couldn't care less about his view total.

That sound you hear is my head banging against the desk.

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We haven't been able to play with J-Press (Janine) lately. She's been working quite a bit and just can't get away.

Spouses....such a pain......

But I do remember one funny line from her. We had played a few times and then she wanted hubby to join us. Hubby, not being insane, agreed.

So the day came and we all went to the bedroom and started undressing. Hubby then sat on the edge of the bed and I got down and started blowing him. J-Press then kneeled down behind me and started letting her fingers do the walking.

About a minute went by and I heard J-Press say, "Hey Ryan?"

"Yes?"

"I didn't know if Alex told you this, but baby, I'm one raunchy-ass fuck!" And then she slid her two fingers all the way inside of me.

I would've cum if I hadn't been laughing so fucking hard. How hubby stayed hard, I'll never know.

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And now to the complete opposite end of the personality spectrum, Bev (Dutch Treat).

We're getting to play with her a bit more than Janine, but with her job and family, it's tough for her to get away for some fun. Unlike Lori, the redheaded menace, she doesn't have permission to play.

She IS, however, still thinking of blogging. If she does, it'll be invite only. I'll post when/if she does do this and if you're interested, just contact me and she'll send an invite.

And for the record, DT has never referred to herself as a "raunchy-ass fuck".

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Hmmmm...oh yes, A-Bomb Ashley! A-Bomb has made a few appearances at our place. This girl loves group sex. 27 years-old, married a few years, and she's fucking around. Pretty cool if you ask me.

What's really cool is that December will be her last month at her job. She's quitting to go back to school to finish her degree. That should take a couple of years. Here's to her getting her adorable self over here for some study breaks.

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It's come out that Joe Paterno has lung cancer. No doubt the kangaroo court enthusiasts feel he deserves it.

Get better, Joe.

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CG fixed a fantastical Thanksgiving dinner today! Usually, she and Mitzie travel back to Birmingham to spend a couple of days with CG's family. But her parents were out of town this year, and so we were able to take advantage of her insane cooking skills.

So hubby and I welcomed over Lori (who never truly seems to ever leave), Shelly, Janey of course, as she lives here, and.......

Lori's husband. Or as I call him, "Tom Selleck's twin".

Ouchie mama. I've been chasing this guy for quite awhile. For reasons that are his own, he hasn't succumbed to my many charms.

Yet.

Be Proud, You Were Loud

2011-11-09T16:42:00.005-05:00

Yes. It's all his fault.

You were also wrong.

I posted the last entry without actually checking the news. It seems that the mob mentality, led by such deep intellects as Sports Illustrated's what's-his-name, Mike "Politically Correct Ass-Kisser" Greenburg, Mike "I.Q. of 12" Golic and that reptile Jim Rome got their way. Throw in that boob Tony Kornheiser, as well.

Anyway, Joe Paterno announced his retirement today, effective at the end of the season. Of course, that's not good enough for the morally outraged!

Hey, mob, you feel good? Did you get that taste of blood you desired? Did it quench your thirst?

The REAL outrage is the rush to judgement. The REAL outrage is that people are more pissed at Paterno than the guy actually accused of molesting children. The REAL outrage is people aren't railing that Paterno's superiors should be run out.

No, it's all about Paterno. The guy who reported the incident to his superiors.

Note to the mob: Don't cry when YOU don't get a fair shake. Don't cry when YOU don't get more than a few days to deal with a crisis. Don't cry when you don't get any kind of due process. Don't cry when you don't get a shred of the benefit of the doubt.

Don't cry when you're accused of sexual harassment and everybody immediately deems you a pervert. Don't cry when your daughter's friend says you TSA'd her and the neighborhood chases you out of your home, even if you're innocent. Don't cry when you're accused of fudging your expense report and are forced to "retire".

Don't cry. Be happy!

You see, YOUR view of how justice should work is merely being implemented! Sure, it sucks when it's you. But hey, it's always easier to love the kangaroo court when you're not the one in it.

When you had a chance to stand up and say, "Hey, let's slow down just a little bit here!", you didn't. You joined the oh-so-conveniently outraged.

Jerry Seinfeld once said on his show that sometimes the road less taken, is less taken for a reason. Absolutely.

The cowards--yes, cowards--who were screaming for this had no interest in the truth. They wanted a scapegoat and they got him. And there were able to pound their fists to their chests and proclaim what great people they were for feeling this way.

Bullshit.

This isn't about the victims. It never was. If these people cared about the victims, they wouldn't be screaming like jackasses. They'd be advocating finding out all of the facts, not just the facts that fit. They'd want to find out what organizational and communication flaws went on. They'd want to see what could be done to prevent this alleged horror from ever repeating.

That's not what this is about.

No, trust me, Meathead and Man-Girl used Mike & Mike to show off what true morons they are. They succeeded. As did Rome and everyone else. And so did everyone who trembled in arrogance and mock outrage.

Props to J.A. Andande of ESPN who has advocated essentially the same points here: slow down and find out how everything went down. His voice, sadly, wasn't nearly enough.

You reap what you sow. I hope you enjoy living in 1600s Salem.

Congratulations, outraged ones. I'm sure the victims are high-fiving each other now that JoePa will be gone. It's like you turned back time so none of this ever happened! Wow!

Ah, you have truly scaped the goat.

Randomly Random Thoughts.

2011-11-09T00:22:00.000-05:00

My views are coming close to catching hubby's. You see, he hasn't posted since the end of July. Now, his entries are a lot more detailed and take much more work than mine. And his blog is much more anthology-based than mine. It's strictly a collection of his experiences.

Still, he's been slacking.

But all this time, his views consistently climb. It's not just feeding off other blogs. I think a ton of people who don't officially follow his blog still come by.

Fair enough.

Last night, I came within three hundred views. It was close....I was going to pass him again. Then somehow, some way.......the next time I checked his page.....he had picked up around three or four hundred more views!

I have no idea how this is happening. He's far too impatient to go to his own blog and hit the refresh button over and over again.

And in a day or two or three, he'll sit his ass down, and finish an entry he's been working on. And his views will shoot up like he injected Cialis into his blog.

This is the blogging equivalent of Promethius--or whoever it was--pushing that fucking rock up a hill only to see it fall back down again and again.

The sad irony? He couldn't care less about his views. Not one bit. And that's what drives me crazy!

If I didn't love him, I'd like beat him up or something.

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My newest best friend forever, Svetlana, and I not only share an interest in topics of a sexual nature, but our birthdays are on one and the same day! Yayyyyyyyyyyy!

Uh....she's celebrated fewer than I..... Maybe I should beat up my hubby to make up for my pretend mid-life crisis. That'll learn him!

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Okay, Mitzie's royal girlfriend, CG, has--ever since we've known her--insisted that not only do unicorns exist, but that she has every intention of getting one.

Okay, fine. Then a few weeks ago, CG comes in and says to hubby, "If I find a unicorn, I can have one, right?"

"Absolutely."

And CG goes back up to her apartment, happy as always.

Okay, time to talk to the spouse.

"Really? REALLY? They don't exist!"

"Alex, have you ever seen a unicorn?"
"Of course not."

"Then how do you know that they don't exist?"

Okay, THAT'S something CG would say. Oh well. Like everyone else, he adores CG, so hey, if CG can find a unicorn, she can have one.

Then a few days ago, Lori posts the following picture on CG's Facebook page.

The lovely girl on the horse is Charlie Laine, who is a big time porn star. She does only solo and girl-girl scenes. And Charlie is very active on Twitter and posted this.

So........if I were a conspiracy nut.....

Lori calls Charlie. Charlie then gets on a horse with a fake horn on it. Charlie then posts this on Twitter and Lori posts it on FB.

Nah. But if anyone COULD get Charlie in on something like this, it would probably be Lori.

A professional shot of Charlie.

Back in the day, the early nineties, my porn crush was an insanely hot lady named Victoria Paris. Now, my porn crush is devoted to Charlie!

Oh have mercy.

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I chatted a few times, quite awhile back, with a guy who was fairly nice. He came here, read the blog and even the Rules of Engagement and PM'd me. Hey, if some guy bothers to read a side-blog as well as the main blog, that's impressive.

So we talked. Pretty nice guy. We chatted once in awhile, but not consistently.

Then he started pushing to meet. I said no. Then again. And he expected not only to meet me, but Lori and Shelly.

To top it off, this was a guy with no profile pic and wouldn't even say what part of the country he lived in or even his first name. Seriously. And yet, I was supposed to meet him.

Yes, I'm going to order these grown women to come over and fuck some guy I met in a fucking chat room. Really?

He said that rules were made to be broken. I said that rules were made to be followed. Then I told him that I was putting him on ignore and that he wasn't welcome at Lexenomics any longer. I can't keep him from visiting, but fuck, if he's reading this, then, well.....

Suck it. And go away. You aren't welcome here. You overstepped your bounds. You knew the rules and decided, hey, they didn't apply to you. They did.

But he did inspire me to create a new side-blog, "I Will Not Meet You."

So if you're a girl, please heed my warning. There are inherent dangers to sleeping around. When your gut says something is wrong, it's because usually something is. That gut feeling is a sixth sense. Your instincts aren't wrong.

Better safe, than sorry. And you know what? Apply this to guys, as well. If you must meet someone off-line, be wary. Be careful. Listen to your gut, not your pussy or dick.

It's not their job to keep you out of trouble. All they care about is getting you laid and some serious orgasms. That's fine. That's their job.

But being safe? That job belongs to your brain and instincts. If you're going to make a mistake, make sure that mistake is in being overly cautious, not the opposite. Cautious will never hurt you; recklessness often will.

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Now there's another guy, he's awesome. Dodger fan that lives in Florida. Super-cool guy. I talk to him every few weeks. Major-league handsome, too. I just wanted to give him a shout-out.

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Boy, Facebook is addictive. Not to hubby. He has a page, but gets on it like once every ten days. Me? I have to get on it every day. I think I need to enter rehab.

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Someone emailed hubby. "No way do I believe your blog. All your supposed girlfriends are pretty." Hubby emailed back, "Yeah, I should only fuck ugly women. Is your wife, daughter, sister or mother available?"

Cold, but hilarious!

Hey, if you're going to say something stupid, you're not going to be treated well. Just something to keep in mind on your journey through life. Remember: you're owed nothing and you'll be treated according to how you behave. That simple.

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Mind putting down your pitchforks and torchs for a sec? I'll be as succinct as possible.

We could wait until all the facts come out in the Joe Paterno controversy or take the stance of this self-righteous know-it-all. But then again, what sports magazine is more politically correct and self-righteous than this once-great-but-now-crappy publication, Sports Illustrated? Don't answer, it's a rhetorical question.

Outside of Don Banks and Peter King, its rubbish.

Now, I could go into protocol and procedure and whether did Paterno do or not do enough, blah, blah, but I won't. All I will say is that protocol and procedure are written for a reason and are to be followed for a reason.

But it's scapegoat time, and before any rationale and reason can enter the discussion, Paterno will be the former coach of Penn State. I'm not saying that Paterno shouldn't go. I'm not saying that he should. But why not wait for everything to settle down just a touch?

Nah. He has to go. Our moral indignation has spoken. And the lynch mob will pat itself on the back that it took action swiftly and decisively.

Oh....one TEENY TINY pesky fact for you in the mob to chew on. The former coaching assistant, Jerry Sandusky, hasn't actually been.....you know.....convicted of a fucking thing. Well, yet. But where's there's smoke there's fire.

Or is there?

There was plenty of smoke during the McMartin preschool scandal in the 1980s. And after years of court action and trials, and lead stories and front page headlines, it turned out to be just that: smoke. Yet when that broke, you would swear that these horrible people had repeatedly molested every child that walked in there or set foot within a two-mile range of the preschool. Didn't quite turn out that way in the end, though.

Ah, but we acted swiftly and decisively then, didn't we? There was smoke! We responded with anger, indignation, revulsion and every other emotion deemed worthy of the event.

That's the part that didn't make the front page.

The McMartins weren't the only ones, either. There have been many people wrongly convicted and sent to prison based upon the testimony of children and court-appointed "experts" wih their own agendas.

But don't let that little inconvenient fact stop you. Don't let the fact that no investigation that probed any of Paterno's action or inaction over the past several years has been conducted slow you down.

All the news that fits, right? Shoot first, ask later. Shooting first and shooting fast always results in a bullseye, right?

One more thing: all this "As a parent, I....." crap? That's bullshit. Anybody of reasonable mind feels child molestation is a horrible thing. I know it's shocking to you parents, but us childless folks don't deem this crime to be anything but horrid.

And if you use it to advance the argument/agenda that Joe Paterno must go right now right this second it can't come fast enough justice must be served if you don't agree you like child abuse you fucking pervert, it's just self-serving. And it's really insulting, to be honest.

Think about it.

Paterno's had a stellar civil and professional record for over sixty years. Read it again. Sixty years. Has that not earned him at least enough benefit of the doubt so that he isn't run off in a whopping 72 hours? Or is everybody so anxious to win the "I'm More Righteous and Indignant Than You" Sweepstakes that six decades of good citizenship is irrelevant?

Nah. It's not like we have to worry about buyer's remorse. You only get that after you give up something of value (money, usually) and end up buying something we didn't want after all. Everybody who slandered and prosecuted the McMartins suffered no remorse. Nobody will here, either.

I can guarantee you this as well: some chucklehead is going to use what I just said as some kind of proof that I'm an apologist for Paterno.

That's just the collateral damage you get when you don't endorse the rush to judgement.

I'm just waiting for Gloria Allred to find a way to weasle her self-serving ass into this.

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Two REAL Women of Achievment!

2011-11-04T21:16:00.000-04:00

So why do I bang so hard on Jamie McCourt?

Simple. Seven years ago, these two morons stole the Dodgers and Jamie proclaimed herself to be the first female CEO in MLB.

Puh-lease!

I could go out and buy X Inc. with money I borrowed (from the people I was buying X Inc. from, no less) and waltz in and proclaim myself the first female CEO of X. Inc. Big whoop.

This isn't to say that Evil Jamie isn't quite intelligent. She went to Georgetown and was a practicing attorney in securities law and international law as well as several other areas. She taught at MIT and UCLA. No, a dope she is not.

She isn't a role model, either. She didn't spend years clawing up some corporate ladder, especially in the sports world. THAT she bought herself.

Kim Ng, on the other hand.....

She used to work for the Dodgers. Smart, smart lady. Yet when it came time to name a general manager for the team--well, one of the many times under the Newscorp/McCourt regimes--she was passed over. Instead of becoming MLB's first female GM, Kim eventually went to work for MLB itself.

Yeah, it's not like spending nine or so years as the team's vice president and assistant GM actually qualified her for the job.

Gee.....you don't think Jamie and her giant ego couldn't handle all the attention Kim would have gotten as MLB's first female GM, do you? Nahhhhhhhhhhh!

Now for a young lady named Sue Falsone.

You probably haven't heard of her. She's the first women to ever become the head trainer for a professional sports team in the United States.

Here's Sue talking about her new position onthe Dodgers' website. Very, very cool.

You'll notice a few things. One, she deftly handles the "female in a man's world" issue without by making it a non-issue. Two, with Sue, it's all about the team and the training staff. Three, she talks about her background without making it an opportunity to glorify herself (in other words, she's humble--something Jamie never was).

So, Jamie, there's the difference between you and Sue and Kim. Those are two women who really DID open doors for other women through hard work and dedication. Sue went out and busted her ass to get this far, and when Kim finally becomes a GM, it'll be for the same reason. You, well, maybe you worked hard in the legal field, but not in sports. You bought your status in sports.

They didn't.

One of these is not like the others......

So part of my dislike (there are so many other reasons to despise her, trust me) of Jamie isn't that she and her ex bought the Dodgers and she made herself the CEO. Big deal. My issue is....hey, look who I am! Look what I did!

Yeah. You bought something with borrowed money and gave yourself a title. Wow. That's never happened before.

Sorry Jamie, I couldn't resist!

2011-11-03T04:24:00.003-04:00

Coco, the sign-language ape, has embraced new technology.

"Ohhh oooo oooo oooo oooo! Me want a banana and an estrogen injection! Oooo oooo oooo oooo ooo!"

Just kidding! What Jamie's really doing is ordering up some more steroids for the World's Most Masculine Woman competition!

Nah Nah Nah Nah.....

2011-11-03T02:14:00.001-04:00

Hey hey hey, goodbye.

Goodbye Frank and Jamie. Someday, I hope a safe falls upon your evil heads.

You are scum. You came and treated people like shit. It's nice to see that it's all finally caught up to you.

Oh, I have so much more to say. But right now, I'm just happy that Jamie's gone and will soon be followed by her ex, Frank.

Sigh. First Newscorp, and then this raw sewage. It's been a long decade......

Thoughts And Stuff

2011-10-25T01:36:00.006-04:00

Yeah, yummy!

The charmer you see above is Ashley. She sent a pic and a short email.

"Too bad you don't travel anymore. I would've LOVED being a Black Book Girl! Love you, love the blog, girl!"

Cool! Why can't my boss be based in Philly? Sighhhhhhhh...... Ash also sent one of her husband. Yeah, baby!

I see that I have some new blog followers! Wooooooohoooooooooooooo! It just goes to show you that with years of sweat, blood, tears, and inconsistent posting you CAN be successful! Welcome newbie lexeconomists!

Programming note. I don't usually pimp television shows, but ESPN runs a series called "30 For 30". Each week, they show a one-hour movie/documentary on a sports related subject.

Well, have you ever seen "Rocky"? Of course! At least you've heard of it. Tomorrow night, ESPN will air "The Real Rocky".

The real Rocky is named Chuck Wepner, a journeyman boxer and liquor salesman who battled big mouthed Muhammed Ali into the fifteenth round in a heavyweight fight way back in the '70s. Should be good!

My friend Svetlana and I are at odds, I hate to say. See, she's a Dolphins fan and wants the first overall pick in the 2012 draft so the Dolphins can draft or trade Andrew Luck.

I love her, but I think this isn't right. See, the RAMS should get the pick and thus the assload of draft picks for Mr. Luck!

Is "assload" one or two words? The auto-correct here says "assload" is incorrect. But I think I should spell "assload" any way I please.

Ass load. Assload. Po-tay-tow, pah-tah-tow.

Anyway, the way figure it, I'm older. And it's been a decade since my darling, beloved Kurt Super-Awesome Warner led the Greatest Show On Turf to the Super Bowl (only to see Dick Vermeil retire and Mike Martz destroy the team like a staph infection).

So I'm going to make that my new poll! Who should win the Suck 4 Luck sweepstakes? The Rams, Dolphins, or Colts? Obviously, the Rams should. Because Sam Bradford needs some serious talent around him!

What my girl Svetlana doesn't know is that I'm secretly slipping PEDs into the coffee of every Dolphin I can find.

But what I'm really annoyed at is the NBA. Basketball is the most awesome sport ever. Being from southern Cal, I can tell you that basketball and the Lakers rule the city. Baseball is a close second. But it's a basketball town.

And my Lakers are NOT in action. This does not please me. My sports attention is totally focused on one team.

The Rams. That and the ongoing saga of a morally and financially bankrupt bastard who is holding the Dodgers hostage. Fuck you, Frank McCourt. LEAVE!

Sorry.

Bwahah. Pulled one on the Nickster today! I was supposed to meet him for a little fun today. BUT.....

Bev wanted some fun. Lori had the day off.......So I sent HER. The cool part was that he didn't know until she got there.

Our usual routine is he'll get a room and call me as I'm driving down and give me the room number. So he called a few minutes before Bev-Bev arrived and told me the number. I then phoned the Red-Headed Menace and left a VM telling her the room number.

She got down there, opened the door and there she was. Funny thing is, he sent an email later and didn't seem upset in the least!

Hmmmmmmm......

Bev says "hey", by the way.

Till next time......

Greetings, Earthlings!

2011-10-17T00:35:00.004-04:00

I LOVE it when my female readers send in pics! This beauty is Kathy, from Minnesota! She said she had been a regular reader here for a couple of years and wanted "to contribute a little".

I have NO problem with that! I wish I could contribute some orgasms to her! Thanks Kathy!

I've had a few male readers send in pics--but I'm keeping those for my personal viewing pleasure. LOL

Before we start, I'm actually stark naked here. Hubby and I just had some fun and I took a shower, dried off, and here I am. I've never done an entry naked, so this should be interesting.

So, what's been going on?

Boring answer, but just a lot of assignments. Went up to NYC once (bf Jerry wasn't there, otherwise I would've stayed the night).

My corruption of Bev is coming along nicely. The first step, of course, was to get her to let hubby fuck her. Then she started playing with me and hubby. Then she had several one-on-one sessions with me.

NOW what?

Please! You know the next step! A foursome! That happened a couple of weeks ago. She expressed interest in that, so I told her to pick a chick, any chick, and I'd bring her in.

Well, she couldn't choose between Lori and Shelly. So a fivesome it was. I don't think "fivesome" is really a word, but we try to be innovative here at Lexenomics! Soon, I'm hoping to bring in The Avengers and Janine and really get Bev into a blowout! Maybe Nick too, to help hubby supply the hard stuff.

Anyway, Bev took to the fivesome, big time. I'd love to bring her down to Marietta for a threesome with Nick. But one step at a time.

Oh, Nick.......

Fuggin' bastard!

LOL We're still getting together a couple of times a month. Sometimes I'll go down to Marietta and we'll rent a room. He's in sales and can sneak away for an afternoon at times. Sometimes he makes the drive up here.

Still can't get him to do a MFM with hubby.

People should really do what I want them to! Then again, if hubby doesn't listen to me......who else will?

Back to Bev. I was chatting with her on the phone a few nights ago when she asked if she thought she should start a blog. Bev's had some experiences of her own, especially when she was single, and was kind of eager to share them.

She's going to give it some thought. There's a real risk there, of course. On a purely selfish level, I'd love to read what she has to say.

Yeah, hardly an entry worth waiting for since August, but hey, you got to see an adorable girl, right?

Monday Treat!

2011-08-16T00:36:00.006-04:00

Yeah, yeah, so technically it's Tuesday......

Okay, I know the next post was supposed to be a continuation of the whole "how psycho Alex lost her virginity" deal.......

But I can't imagine anybody in their right mind objecting to a little break here. These are two pics of my new friend in Louisiana!

Yeah, I didn't think I'd be getting any complaints!

A big thank you to the wonderful Miss M.!

After The Carrot

2011-08-13T04:32:00.000-04:00

So to recap.......I had been masturbatng since I was 12. And baby, I liked it. I liked it A LOT. And I continued to do it. A LOT.

In December, being a curious slut-in-training, I realized that I needed some more fodder for my imagination during my special hand-under-the-covers sessions. A romance novel just wasn't the ticket. And as much as I love Xaviera, you can only read a book so many times. In short, I needed some fresh material.

Of course, my brother had already supplied me with some needed info: Xaviera wrote that column in Penthouse. And I heard about Penthouse Forum as well. I needed to get me a little of that action.

But being 13 at that time, how on earth would I get my grubby little paws on a Penthouse? It wasn't like I could just waltz into the local adult bookstore. Yeah, I could "older" myself up with some makeup, but not that much.

Then it hit me.

My school was very close to home. So close, in fact, that I usually just walked home. Both of my parents worked, so it was easier on them. And on the way home, there was a convenience store I stopped at every day. I'd get a coke and drink it on my way home. And they had Forums, Playboys, Penthouses, all those types of magazines.

Of course, they wouldn't sell them to anyone under 18. That certainly sucked. And I had seen guys try only to get shot down by the clerks. But there was one clerk I thought I might have a shot at. His name was Greg. He was 18, really super-duper cute, and a student at Mt. SAC (Mount San Antonio College), a local junior college.

He was super-nice, too. I'd always flirt--or do something that I thought was flirting--with him. He'd humor me and send me on my way. But he did give me some nice looks whenever I went in, if you know what I mean.

And, by the way, there's nothing wrong with that. I had a nice body and guys are visually-oriented. So I thought it was cool that he'd look at my ass some. Men like to look, girls like to show. That's just how we're all wired, folks. And I had a nice little body at that age.

So I kept going in, waiting for Greg to be working. My plan all depended on him. It had to be him. And there he was, one day not long after I hatched my brilliant plan. I waltzed into the store in my tight, tight jeans. We exchanged hellos and I went to the fountain area to get my Coke. I was fucking nervous. I mean, it's so easy when it's all in you head. But when it comes to actually doing it....eh.....

I took my Coke up to the register. And I decided to just ask for the magazines.

"And a Penthouse and Forum!"

He looked at me and laughed. Not just a little laugh--no, this was a "hey that's a good one!" laugh.

"Yeah, right Alex. Very funny."

"No, I want them. Really."

He had a "what the fuck?" look on his face.

"Well, joke or not, you're not getting them."

"Ah, c'mon Greg! No one will know!"

"Alex, it's illegal for me to sell these to you."

Yeah, that pretty much went as expected.

So I leaned on the counter, put my chin in my hands and gave him the cutsie-pie blinkey-blinkey routine and coupled it with a little vixen smile.

"Nice try. You're a chick. What do you want this stuff for?"

"I like the stories."

"You're only 13!"

"Yeeeeeeeeahhhhhh......I know....but I like them."

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"And I thought you were cool," I teased.

He laughed again.

"Well, I'm not."

I let out a diva sigh. He laughed again. I paid for my Coke and was on my way.

When I got to the door, I looked back and said, "It's okay. You're still cool," and smiled. He laughed and I was on my way.

The next day I stopped in again. Greg was there. Had I an ounce of shame, I might've been at least a little embarrassed. But I wasn't. We talked and joked around for a bit and then he said,"Do you still want those magazines?"

"Oh yeah."

"You promise not to tell anybody where you got them?"

"I promise. But why'd you change your mind?"

"You're pretty responsible. I can take your word. And I don't want you trying to sneak into an adult bookstore or asking a stranger to buy one for you."

"No one will know. My parents will ground me till I'm 30 if they find these."

It's a promise I knew I could keep. I had a sweet hiding place where I could stash ill-gotten goods safely. I paid for the Forum and Penthouse and thanked Greg. I promised him that if I got caught with them, his name would never come up.

Greg had the next day off, so I said, "I'll let you know how I liked them on Thursday!" and left. I went home and paged through the pics in the Penthouse. Penthouse often features pictorials of two women going at it. Sure, it's staged, but still hot. I put my new treasures into my hiding place and went about doing my homework.

Later I would reward myself. I knocked off my homework and worked on a couple of future assignments, just to get a head start on them. Soon, my mom was calling us down for dinner.

After dinner, went back up to my room. I stared at the Penthouse and Forum and decided to do some more schoolwork. I was already pretty far ahead in my studies, but for some reason was apprehensive about actually opening up my new literature.

I read Xaviara's column. Pretty cool. A lot of sex/relationship stuff. Not super hot. But it was an honor to read whatever this great lady had to say.

Then I turned to the Forum section of the magazine. I figured I'd go through those then hit the Forum Digest.

After two letters, my hand was between my legs again. And it didn't take long for me to reach Orgasm Land. And after I finished, a thought came to me: wouldn't this be better with a partner? I mean, if I could do this to myself, what could the real deal do?

But....I didn't have a boyfriend. I was two years younger than most of my classmates. And while that isn't a big deal when you get older, it kind of was then. And to top it off, I really wasn't the most popular kid in school.

Besides, I figured, if I had a boyfriend and fucked him, he might tell his friends. No, that wasn't the safe route to go. I had to figure out another way to get laid.

And I'll pick this up with my next post.

A Side Of This....A Side Of That

2011-08-05T01:30:00.004-04:00

"Where are my fucking batteries?"

What? Did you think I was going to talk about a new sexual position? ARE there any new sexual positions? If so, inform me please! But remember, at forty, I don't bend as well as I used to!

Sooooooooooo........

I've been a member of a few sex-oriented sites. Yes, yes, shocking! Har har! And it isn't for hook-ups. It's to meet nice, smart people who are into talking about sex.

And I've met some pretty cool and attractive ladies on one of these sites. And one really stood out. We started chatting through the site, and I discovered that this young girl is not only gorgeous, but is smart, sexy, and adorable.

And just so she knows that I'm talking about her......let's just say that Louisiana has a lovely new resident!

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So on to another friend....

Okay, she's not exactly a new friend. I found a fan-tab-u-lous blog several months ago and left a comment and the blog's author commented back. I asked her for permission to post a link here at Lexenomics and was very happy when she said yes.

Check out a gorgeous and very intelligent young lady and her blog: www.sexsecretsblog.com.

Rock on, Svetlana!

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Saw this on a profile at a hook-up sex site: "9 in cocky let me push in in ya juicy pussy and i will lick your pussy all up ill make you cum over and over again"

Really guy? "Ya juicy pussy"? You think THAT'S going to work on any woman with an I.Q. over 20?

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Oh, and so I don't get any complaints from Ashley.....Ashley's doing fine! Got that, A-Bomb?

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The votes on the current poll now read 7 "Yes", 1 "No", and 3 "Yes, but only if I could do the same."

I love watching hubby and vice versa. The first time we did this, we were still dating and met another couple. We talked for a bit and then went into the bedroom and undressed. I paired up with the husband, and Ryan paired up with the wife.

I figured, hey, if it bugged me, I didn't have to watch and just concentrate on this cute guy who I was with. But I couldn't resist. This guy went down on me and I watched the wife sucking Ryan's hard cock. I watched him as much as I could and lost count of my orgasms that night.

I was so worked up that I put Ryan to work again when we got home. He didn't get much rest that night. That was fine, though. He told me that when he needed to get hard, all he had to do was think of me sucking that guy's cock and fucking him and cumming so much.

Pretty cool.

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Yesterday, our darling Bev paid us a visit! Hubby was at work and her kids were at her sisters' place, visiting their cousins! Bev had a day off so.......

Threesome!

Bad hubby! Bad! Now she's gotta take a shower!

Bev's hubby is soooooooooooo cute. I'd LOVE to do him--especially while Bev and my hubby watched. But like so many spouses who are interested in a little marital "openness", how would she approach him? It's not like she can say, "Honey, I'm fucking a couple on the side. The wife wants to fuck you. Oh, by the way, I dig chicks too, now."

But see, I have a plan! And I sprung it on Bev after she showered. She was toweling off and I said, "Hey, tell you what. The next time Ron goes out of town, I'll just happen to show up at his hotel. I'll buy him a drink and say, 'You're from Roswell? Wow, what a coincidence, I'm ffrom Alpharetta!" Then we'll laugh and have a few drinks and I'll get him into bed and do him all night!"

Bev's arms are folded and she has a "tell me more" smirk on her face.

"Then, he'll be overcome with guilt when he gets home. He'll confess everything! Then you--being the sweetest, most understanding wife in the world will forgive him--under one condition: you have to meet me!"

At this point, she's rolling her eyes. "Okay, Alex, go on."

"Then....when we're all talking.....you'll confess that you're suddenly bisexual! We'll start kissing and he'll be so turned on.....soon we'll be having a threesome! Then Ryan will walk in, grab your hand, and tell Ron, "Since you're fucking my wife, I'm gonna fuck yours! From then on, it's foursome fun!"

"Alex...I think you're watching too many pornos again."

Huh. What does THAT have to do with anything?

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This adorable lady is Lisa, a regular visitor to my blog. She sent a couple of pics for me to post. Is this woman cute or what?

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This was taken while I was involved with Jilly. I was 17, and Jilly had a friend who was a fine arts (or something) major. Anyway, one day we met this guy, Richard, for lunch. He was talking about a project he needed for some kind of portrait photography class. He had an idea (the pose you see above), but needed a model.

"Why don't you do it, Jilly?" I asked.

"Uh...."

Jilly had her quirks, what can I say?

She turned the tables and said, "Why don't YOU?" So I said I would if Richard wanted me. He was happy and we set up a time to meet at his place on Friday night. Friday night came and we went into his place. He had his bedroom set up and a white robe on the bed.

I immediately started undressing. In front of him. Jilly was beside herself at this point. I had just taken off my shirt when she said, "Alex....what are you doing?"

"Undressing so I can put the robe on."

"Right here?"
"I still have my panties and bra on."

Richard laughed and went back to trying not to stare and laugh at me needling Jilly this way.

Then I put the robe on and he set the lights and everything and we took the pic. He took several shots and soon we were done.

Then just to give Jilly another gentle elbow to the ribs, I whipped off the robe in front of Richard and started getting dressed. As I was pulling my pants up, I looked and Jilly and smiled. She gave me a "ha ha, very funny" smile. So I turned to Richard and said, "Hey, Richard, wanna see us do it?"

Jilly sighed and said, "I think it's time to start dating men again....."

Been Awhile

2011-07-16T04:00:00.001-04:00

"You got sumtim' to say?"

I figured that I'd better make an appearance. Hubby's views have started to climb and now he's passed me.

The bastard!

Then again, he actually has been making posts lately, so maybe I should blame myself.

However, the pressure from work actually takes precedence over any pressure to get views. That's just how work goes sometimes, you all know that. Sometimes you're swamped, sometimes you aren't.

Sometimes you feel like a nut....sometimes you don't!

So what's been going on?

Here's an exciting answer--work. LOL Yeah, I know. I won't bore you with the details of what I've actually been working on.

Anyway, several days ago, I downloaded Yahoo! Messenger 11.0. Whenever Yahoo! updates, it reminds me of when AOL used to update its software: a few more bells and whistles, but nothing that really stands out. There are some upgrades, yeah, but I don't use Yahoo! that much to begin with. Still seems to have some of the same old bugs, too.

One thing that would be really nice would be the option to disable that fucking buzzer. I despise that thing. Oh well, whatever.

Anyway, I decided to check out the chats on Yahoo! for the first time in months. I hit a chat room and most of it was pretty much the same. But I did get an IM from a very nice guy. I won't divulge too many details, except that he's a Dodgers fan.

So we chatted quite a bit and he was uber-cool. Now you all know that I cyber an average of once every four years, but we were chatting about sex and I got a little hot. Unbeknownst to him, I started touching myself. Hubby saw what I was doing and came into the room and decided to, uh, give me a helping hand. Needless to say, I came, and it didn't take long.

Then I made my new friend cum. Cute guy, too. ;)

Ahem.

Anyway, Janey's all moved in and has been working her cute Cuban ass off. You'd be surprised at how daunting the prospect of not working for two and a half years is. Actually, you wouldn't. But she's socking away all of her money to live on. The program she's entering is just too intensive to work while attending classes.

Oh, and Mitzie? Well, Michaela (her real name) is just fine. She and her girlfriend have been living in that garage apartment for over two years now. Time really flies. We love having them.

Shelly and Lori are doing fine. They'll be spending the weekend with us. Bev is doing great. She's working so much that we don't get to see her as much as we'd like. '

My boyfriends Nick and Jerry are doing great. I wear them out whenever I get the chance! Trust me, I'm demanding of my boyfriends! But they never complain for some reason!

Okay, just wanted to check in. I'm going to wrap this up and head to bed. I wanted to let everyone know that Lexenomics hasn't been abandoned!

Take care, have a great weekend, and I'll see you soon!

Hubby took this in Florida a few years ago!

A Note To One Person

2011-04-11T03:15:00.001-04:00

Kristina, I noticed you cancelled your account on the site where we met. I know you come here, so please keep in touch!

Lexie's List Of Pick-Up Rules

2011-04-04T01:39:00.003-04:00

"Duh!"

Just some rules I followed over the years when I used to meet people in bars for a little fun.

1. If someone absolutely, positively, insists on going back to their place, bow out. If someone won't go to Motel 6, even if you offer to pay for the whole thing, something could be wrong. Why does someone HAVE to go back to their place? I get them not wanting to go to yours, but a neutral site shouldn't bother them. I'm not saying not to go to someone's place if you trust your gut, but if they absolutely insist on this, something's a little off, especially if their reason doesn't sound legit.

2. If they're high, say bye-bye. People on drugs aren't safe. Hands down, no exceptions. Well, pot, maybe. I don't really consider that a hard drug. But I still wouldn't go home with Toked-up Toni. Listen, I'm pro-legalizing Mary Jane. I don't mind people toking some at home. But if you can't stay sober before you go out, then don't bother me.

3. Keep an eye on how they treat bartenders and waitresses. Sure, that person will be on their best behavior with you, but if they treat servers like garbage, you'll probably be getting that treatment later on.

4. Trust you gut! Listen to your instincts!

5. Talk awhile. Get to know the person. Keep an ear open for inconsistencies in what they say.

6. Avoid haters. I have always detested chauvinists, and it doesn't matter if they're female or male. There are as many female chauvinist pigs out there as male chauvinistic pigs, even if our stupid society of political correctness doesn't acknowledge that.

7. Slobbering drunks need not apply. Drunk people lack judgement. Sorry.

8. Don't drink too much yourself. Nothing's worse than losing your ability to make sound decisions.

9. Any guy that doesn't agree to use condoms can get lost. I really didn't troll the bars for guys that much due to STD concerns, but when I did, if he wasn't pro-condom, I was anti-him. For guys, avoid any woman who doesn't feel the way I do. Odds are, people who hate condoms really don't use them too much. I'm not really a huge fan, either. But if you're going to fuck a stranger, then you'd best take all precautions.

10. Be extremely sensitive to your environment. I had a HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT woman hit on me once. But I had seen her hanging around a couple of guys earlier that night. And it wasn't just a "hey, hi guys" deal. She'd go back and forth quite a bit. After I said no thanks, she went to the end of the bar to hit on another girl. I managed to catch the girl's eye and subtly shook my head and gave a little look to the back with my eyes to warn her. She passed as well. Eventually, the girl and two guys left together.

11. Women, take a self-defense course! Learn how to defend yourselves!

12. Guys, take a self-defense course! Learn how to defend yourselves!

13. It never hurts to have a Mace-in-hole! Or pepper spray!

14. Never leave your drink unattended until you feel safe with the person you're with. This goes for both men and women.

15. Avoid the feeling of obligation. If somebody buys you a drink and you chat with them awhile and decide not to take things further, just politely decline. If that person offered you a drink and spent their time chatting with you, it wasn't out of the goodness of their heart. As long as you didn't lead that person on, don't feel guilty about not sealing the deal.

16. Remember, you're a free agent. Picking up someone for a one-night stand is the epitome of selfishness. And that's not a bad thing at all. But you're not there to find your soul mate, your new best friend or anything like that. You're going there to get laid. And that's why a lot of other people are there, too.

17. Always be cognizant of the fact that there are always risks in doing something like this. In a perfect world, we wouldn't have to worry about things like rape, robbery, kidnapping and various other atrocities that can befall us. But this isn't a perfect world and the more you realize this going in, the better off you'll be.

What I'd love is for anybody who has a suggestion for the list to leave it in the comments section or email it to me and I'll add it to the list. And if I think of more, I'll add them as well.

Happy Friday!

2011-03-19T02:17:00.006-04:00

And, kiddies, this is why we don't take drugs!

Okay, well technically it's now Saturday.

Went down to Marietta today for about two hours. Nick called and was able to sneak away from his job for a couple of hours. We checked into a close-by motel and went at it. I went back home a happy, happy woman! LOL

I always love the expressions on the desk clerks' faces in situations like that! You check in and two hours later check out. The kid at the desk gave me a once-over that boosted me ego! As we left, I turned and winked at the kid. LOL He just laughed.

He likey-likey older women!

Don't cry for hubby. Our beloved Bev was over today. Honestly, it was a tough choice. One-on-one with Nick or a threesome with hubby and Bev. While we don't get to see Bev nearly as much as we'd like, meetings with Nick are even harder to come by, so I made the drive.

"Harder to come by." Wow! A double double-entendre! You get it all here at Lexenomics, folks!

Anyway, hubby had an absolute blast with Bev. That's probably a statement that really didn't need to be stated, I guess.

Janey's all moved in! Yeah for Janey, and yay for us! I have mentioned how much we adore her, haven't I? LOL She loves her living space and I know it'll be perfect for her over the next couple of years.

And yes, Janey, hubby and I have had some fun since she moved in. The girl's as crazed as I am. LOL

She'll be putting in the hours over the next several months, that's for sure (work, not in bed, though.....). School starts in September and she'll be working for a nurse registry that has promised her a lot of hours.

Anyway, the other day I decided that I wanted a little break from work, so I wandered over to my hubby's blog. I was feeling particularly snarky that day and wanted to make a comment letting him know that I had broken the 10,000 views mark.

I had a shock. No, he hadn't broken that, but he had surpassed 8,000 views. Holy cow, he's catching up! Our blog views have been a running joke between us since I started mine up. I bet he's gonna catch me, too. If he does, your favorite psycho blonde will never hear the end of it!

I'm playing dirty though. Notice how I didn't link up when I mentioned his blog? All's fair!

Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! LOL

Remember me talking about Jilly awhile back, and how she finally found a new girlfriend? Well, she's still seeing her!

That's a good thing. A part of me--a little part--is a bit bummed that Jilly hasn't brought up the possibility of us rocking and rolling again sometime. The rest of me is happy beyond belief that she hasn't and hopes that she doesn't.

But I am happy for her. Her hubby's cool with it (I love him--great guy) and when she and her friend have the time, they enjoy it.

Okay, I'm out. Hubby's, ahem, recovered from his little playdate with Bev, and I'm gonna take advantage of it! Maybe he's got some tiger blood going on tonight!

Bringgggggggggg it!

Take care and thanks for reading!

And The Winner Is..............

2011-03-10T01:44:00.003-05:00

The one object that received absolutely no votes. Yes, the humble carrot.

I did have an empty Coke bottle in my room that night, but it never received serious consideration. That was just too out there, as odd as that may sound.

I did consider a pen. But felt it was just too thin. My goal was to simulate a hard cock. Now, I have used a ball point pen for that purpose. It's quite handy, you can maneuver it around nicely and hey, when you're done, you can just toss it.

Now for the winner of the poll, the hair brush. I wasn't at all surprised that this garnered the most votes. It makes perfect sense. Sleek handle, easy grip with the bristles.

But here's why it wasn't a hair brush. I'm assuming the most--if not all--of the voters were guys. And that would mean that none of the voters were ever a 12 year old girl.

And you know what's sacred to teen (and almost teen) girls? Beauty supplies. Brushes, combs, make-up, all that. I couldn't take any of my beloved brushes and do that to them. It just didn't seem right. I gave it serious consideration, but eventually passed on that.

Okay, so why a carrot?

Well, we had a bag in the crisper. I snuck down and selected one that wasn't too narrow and wasn't too thick. Yeah, this sounds like an X-rated Goldilocks ("This one's too thin. This one's too thick. This one's JUSSSSST right!).

I warmed the carrot up in the microwave for a few seconds, took it upstairs, Vaselined it up and went at it. It was stiff, but not TOO stiff. I was able to choose my desired width. And they had plenty of length, so handling it wouldn't be a problem. I knew I could go as deep as I liked but would still have plenty to hold onto.

Yup. It was a carrot.

You'll have to excuse me now. I just made a salad and want to go down on it.

A Quick Note About The Poll

2011-03-03T02:00:00.002-05:00

I want to have Michelle's baby. Since that's impossible, I'll settle

for having sex with her which, while very highly improbable, isn't technically impossible. Or something.

I'm watching "SportsNation" on ESPN2 as I'm writing this up. I have this HUGE crush on Michelle Beadle, who hosts the show with Colin Cowherd. She's wearing this tight red dress that really accentuates her butt and breasts. And to top it off, the cast she's wearing due to recent ankle surgery is black and offsets her dress brilliantly!

Michelle, you R-O-C-K!

And now, on to our regularly-scheduled blog post.

I should've mentioned this in yesterday's entry, "My Pal Xaveria", but the poll I put up yesterday, "So What Was My First Toy", will run through until next Monday or Tuesday. Then I'll post what object I actually used.

Thanks to those who have voted, and a thank you to those who will vote.

Right now, the hair brush is in the lead and threatening to run away with the race! Is it indeed the mysterious object I've referred to? We shall see!

But when I do answer the question, I'll explain why I used what I used and why I didn't use the others.

If you're incredibly bored--or for some reason feel particularly passionate about which of these four items would have been the best choice--feel free to comment about your feelings. Just put your thoughts in the comments section for this post. I respond to all comments (with the exception of really vulgar comments which don't get published).

Holy cow, I've had over 9,600 views since I put the counter widget on the blog. I never envisioned this blog getting so many hits! Yeah, I know it isn't that many compared to really popular blogs, but still it's kind of cool. So thank you to all that come by and check out Lexenomics!

Also, does anybody know of a good free file hosting site? If you do, could you leave it in the comments or email it to me at modernlexenomics.blogspot.com? You'd have a psychotic blonde's gratitude if you did! Thanks!

Okay, I'm working on some entries, but not sure when if I'll get another posted before the poll entry next week. I'm might even just drop by to say "hey, word up peeps." Or maybe I'll ramble at length at how I'd love to rub up against Miss Michelle for a month or so (Miss Beadle, if you're reading this, have you ever considered the pleasures a woman could bring you in bed?).

So until then......

See you next time!

My Pal Xaveria

2011-03-01T12:22:00.003-05:00

Xaviera Hollander--pioneer, visionary, sexual revolutionary.

Xaviera Hollander is, like, a total hero to me.

She's the call girl who wrote "The Happy Hooker," one of the greatest books ever! She really had an impact on me when I first read it.

When I was 12.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Anyway, my parents both worked. And it was summer. And I saw the book on a bookshelf in the den.

"The Happy Hooker."

Oh yeah, I had heard of that book. Back in the '70s and early '80s, Xaveria Hollander was a pretty well-known fixture in popular culture. Not in the same way as the Bay City Rollers, of course.

Heh. Bet you didn't expect a Bay City Rollers reference in this post.

Anyway, it was August. I had completed my two summer school classes and had what remained of the summer off. I had recently discovered an interest in boys (as in, hey, some were pretty cute!). But no way was I going to be dating at 12.

Still, the whole "boys are cute" thing kind of got me interested in certain activities that boys and girls do together. Oh, I knew the whole "birds and the bees" bit. But I never really thought about it until that time.

Anyway, back to that book. I was pretty sure my parents wouldn't want me to read it. Then again, it was out there in the bookcase. But I probably should ask, first. Then again, why should I? I was always encouraged to read, after all.

And the new issue of Tiger Beat wasn't out yet. John Stamos was SOOOOO hot!

Actually, he's better looking now at 47. But that's neither here not there.

I was absolutely fascinated by not only the way she had lived her life, but with the fact that she offered absolutely no apologies.

One afternoon, I was reading this new treasure in my room when I heard my brother say, "Mom and Dad would not be happy that you were reading that." Then he laughed. I knew he wouldn't say anything. We completed trusted each other with keeping our secrets.

"Well, what they don't know, right?"

He laughed again, "Right. Just don't become a hooker, Alex." I laughed and said, "Not till I hit eighteen!" He smiled and said, "You know she has a column in Penthouse, don't you?"

Oh really? I wasn't aware of that. Gotta love big brothers!

An aside here--I wasn't left all alone at home at that age most of the time. My brother was a few years older was usually around, and we had our neighbor next door who'd keep an eye out for me when he was gone. But I was pretty mature for my age and my parents knew I didn't need to be shipped to my aunt and uncle's (the ones I lived with while in college) house when big brother wasn't there.

Anyway, it didn't talk me long to finish up that book.

A couple of nights after finishing it up, I was in bed, but it was one of those nights when I couldn't fall asleep right away. So I started fantasizing about being a high-priced call girl myself.

And soon I found my hand rubbing a certain area through my pajamas. And I also found myself to be breathing a little heavy.

A few times when I was still reading the book, I had my hand down there and had done a little rubbing. But I always stopped before, well, anything happened.

Not this time. What I was doing felt really good, so I got up, stripped out of my pajamas, and crawled back into bed and resumed what I was doing.

I was wet, my nipples were hard, and I was moaning softly. As I felt myself building towards my first orgasm, I fingered my clit faster. Soon--and this is the best way I can describe it--this rush washed over me. My eyes were shut and I was cumming.

After this new sensation had subsided, I just laid there. I knew what had happened. But man, I didn't realize that an orgasm would be so......

.....fucking great and intense.

I got up and put my pajamas on and went and washed my hands. Then I crawled back into bed, very pleased at what had just happened. It was awesome. I could make myself have that feeling whenever I wanted!

And over the next couple of weeks, I DID make myself have that feeling--a lot. It was like this awesome new toy that I couldn't stop playing with. Then one night I was ready to "get my toy out" when I started wondering what it would be like to put something in there (well, having already started receiving "nature's little present", I mean putting something in there for pleasure).

But what? It wasn't like there were a bunch of dildos or vibrators laying around the house. What could simulate a dick? And then it hit me.

And I'm not going to tell you what it was. Well, not right now. That's going to be the subject of my next poll on the front page (husband, you are ineligible to vote! LOL).

So I took the object into the bathroom and put some Vaseline on it. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But I do know that it really got me hot.

I went back into my room. I stripped down naked again and started fantasizing and feeling out my clit and pussy. When I was ready, I spread my legs and, bracing myself on one arm, slid the object in very, very slowly.

It hurt, but just a little. And as my muscles relaxed, I sped up. Soon I was having an orgasm that rivaled the first in intensity.

Now that was more fun than a 12 year-old (almost 13) should have. I didn't start doing that every night, but I was getting myself off every 2 nights or so with my hand and occasionally with the object (as a treat).

As for Xaveria, her book didn't convince me to go ahead and start doing all this--I did have a mind of my own. But it did convey to me the idea that the female orgasm was a wonderful thing and nothing to feel guilty about.

And not too far down the line, I did something else I didn't feel guilty about either.

Some Odds and Ends....

2011-02-13T03:16:00.004-05:00

Is that a camera in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Okay, been awhile since I checked in. I'm not big on just posting an entry for the sake of posting an entry.

But I figured I could cobble enough tidbits to at least compose a respectable post. That, and I'm sure the above picture doesn't hurt. LOL

I'm currently working on three entries: one detailing my first orgasm, one dealing with the first time I got laid, and one dealing with the first time that I was somebody's "first time".

As for personal stuff, I couldn't be more excited. Our friend Janey will be moving up from Florida soon and moving into our guest house! Did I say three posts? Make it four. I have to write up something about how I met Janey in Florida back in 2004. Anyway, she's starting a new chapter in her life. She and her long-term girlfriend have parted ways--amicably--and she's returning to school.

Janey's worked as a nurse for the last several years and is moving up here to study to become a physician's assistant. Those programs are an absolute bitch to get into. It's something like two and a half years of studying and extremely competitive.

But Janey's a total brain. She double-majored in nursing and biology at Cal State San Bernardino and has hospital and emergency room experience. She's also received training in radiology.

This is no minor commitment. Over two years and sixty thousand go into training a physician's assistant. Physician's assistants perform many of the same duties as a physician, including diagnosing illnesses and prescribing medication I'm soooooooooo proud of her.

We've been--okay, me twenty percent, hubby eighty percent--fixing up the guest house for her. My hubby absolutely adores Janey (and the feeling is mutual) and has created a great area for her to set up her computer and desk.

So we'll have Mitzie and Kellie living in the garage apartment and Janey in the guest house. We never imagined something like this when we bought this property!

It's this nice big house on a nice piece of property. But it was in dire shape. But you can get things at a great price in that condition. The only things we were super-concerned about were plumbing, electricity, and the foundation. We had those things checked out pretty thoroughly and were pretty satisfied. Those are the areas that can turn a place into a real money pit.

And all that's besides the point!

If you're new to Lexennomics, I welcome you. But just a little request. Please refrain from overtly crass comments should you choose to say something. Yes, I know this is a sex blog. But just because it's a sex blog doesn't mean it has to be crude or obnoxious. If you like what you read or see, awesome. But saying stuff like, "You're hot, I'd love to fuck your hot pussy," etc... will just be deleted. Comments like that bring down everybody's intelligence.

I mean, finances are a part real life, just as sex is. But you wouldn't take your ATM card out of your wallet and rub your dick on it, would you? Rule of thumb: if you leave a comment, just imagine you're talking to me face-to-face at a party and have read my blog. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't start off with, "I dig your hot ass and wanna fuck it!"

Catch you all later!

Me & Marty

2011-01-21T03:10:00.008-05:00

Distracting Marty during a shoot-around! I call this move

the "Pussy Decoy"!

Since I finally copped to my infidelity regarding Jilly.....

Might as well have some fun with it! Yeah, baby!

I got together with Marty for the first time (and by "getting together, I mean "fucked") about eight months into my relationship with Jilly.

Anywayyyyyyyyy....

I met Marty in a history class in my first semester in college in September of 1987.

So I was sitting there, first day of school, waiting for the professor to come in. I was fucking nervous as can be. Then I fetl a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Marty. He laughed and said, "Miss, this is Claremont McKenna COLLEGE. Claremont HIGH SCHOOL is on Indian Hill!"

He didn't have a snarky smile when he said that, just a grin. I knew he was just joking around.

"I'm almost 17 and I graduated from high school in June. So THERE!"

He laughed. "Okay. If you want to pretend to be a college student....."

I think what happened is he sat down, saw I was nervous, and decided to take my mind off of things. I did look SOMEWHAT younger than everybody else. I didn't think that much though!

"So how does one graduate high school at 16? Double up on classes?"
"Nah. I'm a November baby. Started kiddiegarten at four and got skipped a grade along the way."
"What grade?"
"Six."
"Ouch. Took you away from your friends.....and put you in a new school all at once."
"Yeah. Kinda sucked!"

Man, this guy was mega-cool. And really, really nice.

Anyway, the prof came in and did the usual first day stuff. After class, Marty said that he'd see me next time. Now as you know, I was already pretty sexually active by this point. So I thought.....maybe some fun with Marty?

Not to be. I saw a rather serious-looking girl come up and kiss him. I didn't like the vibes she gave off. Anyway, so much for fun. He seemed to really dig her and I didn't want to hit on a guy and get shot down and then have to sit next to him class after class.

Kind of an awkward thing.

But I really did like Marty as a friend. He was nice. He treated me well and was just a good, good guy. A few weeks later, I met Jilly and didn't really see Marty as a potential bedmate after that. I had been holding out hope....then Jilly came along.....

Wow. A platonic male friend! Super cool! Yay for platonic friendship!

Now, for something I've never mentioned: I loved basketball as a kid. I played it, I watched it (yay Lakers!), and even played two years in high school. I was a guard and a pretty decent one. I wasn't super-talented, but hey, I enjoyed it.

Marty also loved basketball and like me, played in high school. So we'd shoot around in the gym a couple of times a week. It was a blast. But I don't think his girlfriend, Carolyn, liked me too much. Actually, I don't think she liked me one bit.

Flash forward to April, 1987. I didn't hit the spring break scene. Fuck that. So one Tuesday afternoon I was shooting around and Marty came in. "You didn't go and party in Palm Springs?"

"Fuck no. Not into that scene."
"Same here. Shit, I can get drunk here in the comfort of my own home! That and I had to work!"

Heh. Yeah, the prospect of losing your job would be a deterrent to going to a giant drinking party. Marty worked about ten hours a week in a....oh man, how cliche is THIS going to sound?--a local coffee house that catered to, yup, local college students.

So we were shooting around and he asked how Jilly was. Jilly had really pissed me off a few days earlier--I've forgotten about what, exactly--and had flown back east to visit her parents. Then I asked where The Bitch--er....Carolyn--was. She had gone down to San Diego to see her sister.

So we were shooting around and I said, "Aw, better not overwork that wrist, Marty!"

Bwhahahahaha! I'm terrible.

"Hey, maybe you should be quiet. Wouldn't want to have a sprained tongue when Jill gets back."

FUCKING OWNED! I totally had that coming! But he wasn't done.

"Shot to the tongue, and you're to blame! You give lesbians.....a bad name!"

I was rolling. Any time you can take a song from the great Bon Jovi (Bon Jovi fucking RULES) and turn it into a sexual reference.....you've done something great.

"Hey, I'm not gay, genius," I protested.
"You're not? You DON'T go licky-licky on Jill's pinky?"
"Good grief, call it a pussy like a normal guy would. And yes, I DO. And it's sooooooo good. And she goes licky-licky on mine. Then we dance around, do each other's hair, conduct a Wiccan ceremony, and have a pillow fight."

Good thing we were the only ones in the gym.

"So you're bisexual?"
"Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Only took you eight months to figure that out?"
"Well, shit dork, I've never seen you with a guy! Only her! I figured you were gay!"
"Hey, Jilly's my first girl. The rest have been guys."
"The rest?"
"The rest."
"How many?"
"Enough. How many you have before Carolyn?"

He just smiled.

"Oh," I said. Just been her and your hand?"
"Blow me, dyke!"

I just laughed.

We continued to joke around and shoot for awhile. Finally, we had had it and were wrapping it up. He said, "Grab some In N Out?"

Yes. Oh yes. In N Out. Like my husband, I grew up on In N Out, the greatest burger joint ever created. If you get to southern California (or parts of Nevada), GO THERE! Awesome burgers. Awesome shakes. Awesome fries. Awesome service. Mmmmmm......I can still taste the grease.......

Shit, I'm gonna have an orgasm if I keep thinking about it......

So we grabbed some IN N Out and headed over to his apartment. Like most kids at the Claremont Colleges, Marty came from a loaded family and they rented a nice little apartment for him near campus. We had often shot around, grabbed some In N Out, and eaten at his place.

Anyway, I said sure and we both went and showered up. I transformed from tomboy back to girlie-girl and we hopped in his car, got our grub, and went into his apartment.

We were eating and talking when he asked, "Do you miss guys?"

"Sexually?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Do you?" I couldn't resist asking, of course.
"Shut up."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."

We continued to talk.

"Why does Carolyn hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you, Alex.."
"Please. I can tell that she can't stand me."
"Honestly, she's never said anything about you to me. I promise."
"Okay. Maybe I'm wrong."
"Maybe she thinks you're a threat or something, you know. Just a little jealous."
"Well, if you thought I was gay, she would too. Why would she be?"
"Yeah, I guess."

The was a weird feel to this conversation.

"Marty, I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you uncomfortable knowing I'm not gay?"
"No, no. You're still the same loser you've always been."
"Okay."
"Well, one thing," he said.
"What?"
"Now it's like, if I ask you something about Jilly, right? Before it was friend to friend. Now, I don't want you to think it's like I'm asking guy to girl, you know?"
"No....not really?"
"I don't want you to think I'm asking because I'm trying to gauge your relationship.....how should I say this.....I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you or anything. Cuz we do joke around a lot."

Then I shot my mouth off without thinking.

"You hitting on me? Yeah, I should be so lucky."

That was an "oh fuck" moment for both of us. I still can't believe I blurted that out.

"Well, it's not like I haven't thought of it....either....", he said.

I kept my gaze down and said, "I've thought about it a lot." More silence. No....I wasn't going to do what I thought I was going to do. I was going to fuck up my first real relationship. How the fuck could I do that? Yeah, Jilly had been driving me crazy. Yeah, I was pissed at her. Yeah, she hadn't called since she left. Yeah, I wanted some dick. Yeah to all that. Still, I couldn't do what I realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy wanted to do.

Could I?

And what was going through Marty's mind? I think he was asking himself the same questions about himself and Carolyn. He wasn't a dog by any means. They had been seeing each other since they were freshmen. I knew she was good in bed (he had made mention of this quite a bit).

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And when I finished what I went in there for, I was pulling up my shorts. And as my hands were around the waistband, I remember thinking that I should just leave them off. Why not? They'd be coming off anyway, wouldn't they?.

I finished pulling them up and washed my hands and then looked at myself in the mirror. I remember wondering how on earth could I even be considering this? I should just go. I should leave.

"Why," I thought to myself, "am I not leaving?"

I pulled my t-shirt off. Then unhooked my bra.

"Alex, stop it. Get dressed," said my brain.

I wasn't listening to myself. I slid my shorts and panties off. I stood there completely naked.

"Alex," my brain said, "don't open that door." My pussy was begging me to open it.

My husband references Seinfeld a lot in his blog. It's one of shared passions. When I was on the road, when it came on, we'd watch it together whenever we could. And by together, I mean I'd call him and we'd put our phones on speaker and watch. When we first met, we talked for half an hour about Seinfeld.

So I'm going to reference Seinfeld now.

There's an episode where Jerry's dating an total moron (played by Tawny Kitaen--it probably wasn't a stretch for her, either). On the physical level, he just can't resist. On the intellectual level, she repulsed him. So he was trying to break up with her and the scene flashed to his brain and dick (both played by Seinfeld) playing a game of chess. If the brain wins, Jerry breaks up with her. If the dick wins, Jerry fucks her again. The brain won and Jerry sent her on her way.

Now, this isn't to say that Marty was a moron--far from it. He was an honors student. But my brain was making her best case for me to not do something. My pussy was making her case that I do exactly what I wanted.

Guess who won?

I walked back in, stark naked (is there such a thing as not stark naked?) and Marty's eyes widened. I walked up to him and stood right in front of where he was seated.

"No one can find out, Marty. No one."
"No....no one....."

His hands were all over me. He then stood up and we started kissing.

"Stand up, Marty."

He stood up and I unzipped his pants and started sucking him. I had missed how it felt to have a hard cock in my mouth. And it felt great.

We went into the bedroom and I laid flat on his bed and he went down on me. Soon, I was telling him to fuck me. I told him I was on the pill and he slid his cock into me.

Whoa, baby. THAT felt sooooooooooo good.

It wasn't a long memorable fuck. It was a short, memorable fuck. He was on top and we just fucked hard for a couple of minutes. Soon, I was cumming and Marty came shortly after, with me encouraging him to shoot his cum into my pussy.

After we were done, I cleaned up and jumped into bed with him again. We made out for awhile and I asked, "Wanna go again?" He fingered me while I stroked him until he was hard again. I got on top and this time, it lasted a lot longer than the first one! I came two more times before he came again.

Here's the kicker: he had a date with ol' Carolyn and had to pick her up in about an hour. So I took a quick shower and dried off and got dressed while he showered. Jerry dropped me off at my car on the way. As I got out, I said, "Say hi to Carolyn for me!" He kind of laughed and drove off. I got into my car and drove home.

Marty wasn't what I considered a fuck buddy. He was a friend. And sometimes I fucked my friend. It really wasn't a regular thing, but we did have sex quite a few times.

And he wasn't the only guy, either. But I'd have to say that he was my favorite "clandestine" sex partner.

So about the pictures you're about to see......

One day in March, in 1989, Marty and I went to shoot around early on a Saturday. He had broken up with Carolyn a few months earlier and had started dating a cutie named Emily. Jilly was down in Phoenix for the weekend visiting her aunt and uncle. Emily was at work.

After we were done, we went back to his place. We weren't sure about fucking--we hadn't discussed it--but did the usual In N Out run. We ate and a buddy of ours named Jerry (no, not my current boyfriend) came by.

Jerry was fucking awesome. Easily one of my favorite friends from my college years. So we're sitting there and we started downing some beers. One other thing: Jerry was gay.

At one point, I reached down and scratched an itch on my thigh. Jerry laughed and said, "Man, you can't even keep your hands off your pussy for a minute!"

"Shut up, loser. I had an itch!"
"Shut up yerself, dykie-dyke!"

Marty started cracking up. Jerry smiled and asked what he was laughing about.

I said, "I'm not gay, loser! I like both!"

Jerry reacted like Marty did when I told him: he didn't believe it. I looked at Marty and Marty said, "It's true, dude. She likes guys and girls."

Jerry: "How do you know?"
Marty: "Dude, we've done it quite a few times!"
Me: "Uh huh."

Jerry was in shock. "I thought you were totally gay. Everyone thinks so!"

Me: "Everyone is wrong!"
Jerry: "You two are totally bullshitting me."

Now it's important for the sake of context to remember that we were pretty drunk at this point.

I reached down and stroked Marty's cock, pulled it out, and got him hard and then slid my mouth down and up his shaft and looked at Jerry. "Cock taste good!"

Jerry: "Tell me something I don't know."

As you no doubt know by now, I LOVE being watched. Love it. And soon, well, Jerry grabbed a camera and took some pics. I was pretty buzzed. So were Jerry and Marty. We started fucking on the couch and ended up in the bedroom. Jerry was so turned on (by Marty, no doubt--and I don't blame him a bit for that) that he was trying to jack off while taking pics at the same time. I'd like to add that being fucked by one guy while watching another stroke his dick (gay or not gay) was insanely hot.

After we were done, I panicked. I begged Jerry not to say anything to anybody. I couldn't have Jilly find out. He really did love me and promised not to tell anyone. BUT.....

....he asked to keep the pictures. Said nobody would ever see them. He promised me some copies (which he obviously did).

I got together with Marty a few more times before June. Then he graduated and took a job up in Portland and we lost touch. He majored in Accounting and was originally from Oregon and wanted to move back home.

It was SO funny. He had always had that cute scruffy look I alluded to earlier. When I went to his place to tell him goodbye, he was all shaved with a haircut and everything! Sigh, kinda sucks that college has to end!

I regret losing touch with him. He was kind and he was sweet. I really liked shooting hoops with him, among other things! I hope he and Emily got married, had kids, and have had a wonderful life. He deserved the best.

Sadly, I ended up losing touch with Jerry as well. He graduated from Harvey Mudd that June with a degree in Engineering and took off for Miami. What a wonderful friend. He deserves an entry of his own.

A few months later, Jilly was on her way to New York and I was a wild single chick again (well, officially). As sad as I was to see her go, at least I could play around without worrying about being caught.

Enjoy the pics (don't worry, I was 18 when they were taken!).

Some random pics of me and Marty.

A Lesson Learned

2011-01-12T02:40:00.002-05:00

Lilly (on the left) set up the timer on her camera and we struck a pose.

Now you remember me mentioning Robbie's, the gay and lesbian bar I mention in the Paul & Brian & Karen entry? You do? Good!

Robbie's turned out to be a wonderful place for me to hook-up with women. No ties, no commitments, just girl and girl fun. Most were one-night stands, but some were short-term deals. Like my husband, it's why I preferred married women (and men, for that matter). Sex with none of the hassles of a relationship is awesome!

So about 11 months after meeting Karen, I went there one Friday night to find some lady who was looking for some fun. I went in and grabbed a bar stool and Leo, the insanely cute tender of the bar, saw me and brought me a beer. He teased me and we joked around for a minute before he had to go back to work.

Leo kicked ass. He looked a lot like Tyler Florence, one of the chefs on Food Network. Tyler's super-cute. And Leo could've been his twin.

Sigh.....too bad I really wasn't Leo's cup of tea...... LOL

Anyway, after an hour of perusing (and avoiding) some ladies that I wasn't really interested in, I spotted a blonde lady who appeared to be in her early thirties.

Yummy!

I smiled at her and she smiled back. In Lexie-Land, that means, "move in and seal the deal."

I walked over and introduced myself and we started chatting. Her name was Lilly. She was married, had a couple of kids, and was a teacher.

Pretty soon, we were finishing our drinks and heading over to a nearby motel. We split the room cost and went in.

We started kissing and feeling each other up. Then we stripped down and take turns sucking on each other's nipples. Then she kissed me and says, "Honey, do you like rough sex?"

Well, that depends on what "rough sex" means, right?

As she explained it, she really didn't mean "rough" as she did "hard" or "intense". I said, sure. She kissed me again and smiled and said, "I won't do anything you don't want to do." Before I could say, "okay", she gently shoved me and I fell back onto the bed.

She took my legs, spread them, and pushed them up high and forward. Then she took her tongue and ran it around my asshole and then up my pussy. Then she really went to work, sucking my clit and sliding two fingers into my pussy while the back of my thighs were pushed abainst her shoulders.

I didn't time it, but if I had to guess, I'd estimate that it took a minute before I was crying out, arching my back, and climaxing. After I came, my body was still shaking. I heard her say, "That's my girl."

Then she eased me onto my stomach and spread my legs again. Then she gave me the most incredible rim job I had ever had. My head was resting on my arms and I knew she'd be bringing me to another orgasm.

But there was a pleasurable detour.

After pushing her tongue into my ass several times--which almost made me cum--she took her finger and slid it into my ass. She started slowly and increased her speed. I can still hear the sound of it going in and out.

This chick dug ass play.

And so did I. She made me cum again, this time as hard as the first time. Right when I was starting to cum, she shoved her finger all the way in again and kept the pressure on as hard as she could. It was incredible.

After I came, I turned over onto my back. Lilly then straddled my face and I began eating her out. I remember how hot it was watching her play with her breasts and nipples while I tongued her. Soon she threw her head back and let out a loud.....well, it was like a shriek and a groan. Whatever it was, it was loud.

We spent the next few hours going at it pretty heavy. She was great. I loved how intense she was; it really heightened my own intensity and enjoyment. Then it was time for her to get home, so we showered and she drove me back to Robbie's so I could get my car.

We exchanged numbers and kissed goodbye.

Over the next month we got together a few more times. And every time was intense, very physical, and really erotic. I liked being around a woman who could dish it out and take it as well. Sometimes you like the more subtle aspects of sex; sometimes, you just want to flat-out fuck. And Lilly was great at just flat-out fucking.

I think it was the fourth time that we were together when it started getting.......

a little odd.

We had had a nice session and my head was laying on her shoulder. Lilly said, "If I were single....didn't have kids....I'd love a life with you."

Excuse me?

So I did the old think and think fast bit. "Yeah, Lilly, that would be great."

Well, fuck, it was the best I could come up with. Sue me. I've never been happier that a woman had given birth.

After we parted ways that day, I really considered ending it. I was pretty sure that she was in love with me--well, what she considered love. Then again, what was the harm? When she was with me, all she was doing was living the life she dreamed of: being a partner in a lesbian relationship.

If she wanted to do that once a week, no big deal. For a couple of hours a week, she was gay, we were in love, and that was that. We'd meet, and then she'd go home happy and relaxed and back to being mom, teacher and wife.

And it never progressed. She'd do all the sappy, stupid in-love stuff that people do when we were together and that was that. I let her believe that she was the only woman in my life (snort, guffaw, laugh, chuckle, etc....). The sex was always fantastic.

There were no bunnies boiling on the stove. No Lilly in a tree peering through my window with binoculars (then again, I never told her where I lived, either). No stalking. Nothing scary.

I should've ended it though. There was something just a little off about Lilly. I couldn't put my finger on it, but that little voice in my head told me to meet her for lunch and tell her it was over. Just spare her feelings and tell her that I'd be going to school in another state.

But I was young. I knew everything. And I knew I could handle Lilly. So what? The woman was a BIT into the whole "you and me" deal. It was merely a woman playing out her fantasy.

Yeah, smart move Alex.

About two months after we met, in late August, she called me. She wanted to know if I wanted to spend the week in Puerto Rico. She had originally been planning to go with hubby, but an emergency at work forced him to bow out. They had already made arrangements for their kids to spend the week with her parents, so he suggested that Lilly find a friend and take her.

Now had I not been such an arrogant little twit, I would've listened to Paul and Brian and said no way. But hey, I was 19 and knew everything there was to know. We could fly down to Puerto Rico, spend a week on the beach, drinking, having sex and doing some sightseeing.

And the best part is that I wouldn't be out a dime!

Fuck, let's get this party started! I was done with my summer employment at Acme, so hey, might as well have some fun before hitting the books again!

Guys, it was a free week in Puerto Rico! YEAH!

So I told my aunt and uncle that a buddy of mine was going to Puerto Rico and wanted to take me. I said she was a fellow student and that her parents wanted to give her a pre-graduation gift. I explained that she was due to graduate in December.

So the day came to leave. Her hubby was out of town (I never did learn what his work crisis was), so I spent the night at her place. It was pretty wild having sex with her in the same bed she had sex with her husband in!

We woke up early and showered and got dressed and drove down to Ontario International Airport and flew down to Puerto Rico (we didn't actually flap our arms and fly, we did get in the plane).

We checked into this resort......FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!

It was awesome! We got up to our room and went at it, having more fantastic sex. Then we showered and headed down to the restaurant and ate.

The next few days were fun. Lilly, of course, slipped into what I considered her roleplaying mode, pretending like we were a couple for real. We'd take walks on the beach and hold each other's hand, that type of stuff.

One night, we were walking on the beach and she stopped and turned to me and said, "I wish I could marry you, sweetie." Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Whatever.

Then, it got a little, well, scary.

While all this "you and me" stuff seemed so innocent back home, it really wasn't coming off that way in PR. Lilly was getting weird. She started getting mad if she thought a guy--or girl, especially a girl--was looking at me. If I left the room, she wanted to know where I had gone, shit like that.

The next day she said, "I'd be really, really upset if I found you with another woman, Alex." And, "I sure hope I'm the only woman in your life, Alex. I am, aren't I?"

And here's one for you: "This is almost like our honeymoon!"

Okay, I had had enough. The nineteen year-old blonde who thought that she knew everything didn't really know shit at all. It's humbling when you realize things like that. I shouldn't have come down with her. She was no longer annoying; she was pissing me off.

She was 32, I was 19. She was married and had kids. I was single and had no desire to even know her kids. If she thought I was her true love, she needed a fucking shrink. If she thought I was going to be intimidated in staying true to her, she needed TWO fucking shrinks.

Luckily, she had friends who had retired to Puerto Rico and they lived about an hour away. So the day after she uttered the "or else" statements, she rented a car and told me that she'd be back around dinner time with the admonishment to "be a good girl, honey."

Translation: "You're little ass is mine, so stay in our room and watch television while I'm gone, got it?"

I went back to our room and called the airlines. All flights were booked for that day, but I got a coach ticket for the next morning. I couldn't stand two more days of this shit. I didn't really feel like I was in danger, though.

I went down to the bar and got a beer while I mulled my next move. My credit card had a thousand dollar limit, and I didn't have enough room on it to rent my own hotel room after buying the ticket.

Then I saw this cute guy I had met our first day there. His name was Tom. He was from Idaho and about start college. What was cool was that his parents had taken him and his sister down there as a graduation gift.

It was so cool meeting someone my age there and we talked for awhile. He was really, really good looking and I confessed that Lilly and I were more than friends. Then I told him what was really going on.

He looked at me and said, "Get the fuck out of here. Let's get you packed. I'll be there if she comes back before you're done. She gave me the creeps the first time I saw her. You gotta go. What does your gut say?"

"It says to run, I already have my ticket. Maybe I'll just sneak out in the morning," I said.

Tom said, "No, you should get your stuff right now." He convinced me, and soon escorted me up to the room. I changed and packed my bags while he stood guard. She wasn't due back any time soon, but Tom wasn't taking any chances.

I left a note telling Leslie that I had gone home and not to contact me ever again, that if she did, I'd tell her husband and her school everything.

Tom said, "You can stay in my room. I'll sleep on the couch. Then I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

I hated bothering him so much, but I really didn't have a choice.

I was happy to accept his offer, with one exception. "Thank you so much. But you're too big for the couch. I'll sleep there."

We went to his room and he went out to dinner with his parents. After, being the cool guy that he was, he brought me a burger and fries for my dinner. He didn't want me to go out, and was genuinely concerned about me.

I slept on the couch that night, and I slept well.

What, me in a hotel room with a cute guy and no fucky-wucky? Honestly, I really wasn't in the mood. Tom had a girlfriend back home, and while that usually doesn't make a difference to me, I didn't want Tom to regret meeting me in the future. That wouldn't be the way to reward his friendship.

The morning came and we got showered and dressed and he escorted me down to the family's rental car. But that wasn't all. He waited with me while I checked in and walked me to the security area.

We exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch. I thanked him for everything and gave him a big hug. He smiled and said, "From now on, be careful who you meet in bars."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think I've learned a few things."

This guy was pure class. He didn't help me so he could get laid. He had a girlfriend he loved. He just helped me because he liked me and wanted to help. Some people are just like that. He was a good guy, and I hope his girlfriend knew that.

He watched me go through security. But he didn't leave. He waited until my flight was boarding. As I walked onto the plane, he waved, and I waved back and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. LOL

Then I saw him walk away.

I got onto the plane and looked around. I was safe. No Lilly. I breathed a sigh of relief and buckled my seat belt and enjoyed my flight home.

I got home and called Brian, and he picked me up and drove me home.

"So, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Embarrassed. But okay. Should've listened to you guys."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, but chalk it up as a learning experience."

"Yeah," I said, "I've learned not to be such a know-it-all."

He pulled into an In N Out so I could grab and burger to take home. When we were back on the road, he said, "Mind a couple of more suggestions?"

"Fire away."

"Take a self-defense class," then he dug into his pocket, "and carry this with you." He handed me a little spray canister of Mace.

"This is illegal, you know."

He laughed again. "So what? If some asshole mugs you and you spray him, he's gonna sue?"

Good point.

He continued, "If you're going to keep, uh,...."

I helped him out, "Fucking around?"

"Yeah," he said, "that. At least try and be more aware of people, you know. Use your brain more, be aware of everything. If you're going to play, play smart. Don't be reckless."

All of the advice was great. I started carrying the Mace in my purse and took some self-defense classes. Thankfully, I never had to use them, but just knowing how to defend myself do a world of good for me.

And most importantly of all, I learned if it quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, IT'S A FUCKING DUCK!

Or whacko. Whatever the case may be!

It all made sense, though. I mean, if I wasn't a reckless student or reckless at my job, why on earth should I be reckless with my personal life? That's when I really learned that managing your personal life was even more important that managing work and school.

Anyway, I went into my room and my answering machine was lit up like the Vegas strip. Gee, guess who?

Yeah, her.

I won't go too much into detail, but the words, "bitch", "slut", "tramp", "whore", "ingrate" and others were sprinkled in liberally through several messages.

I went ahead and changed my number and never worried about her again. She didn't know where I lived (I was always very guarded about that with everybody) or exactly which Claremont College I attended. I never mentioned Acme.

I did stay away from Robbie's for a few weeks. I hit a couple of other local places, and always made sure I was careful that Lilly wasn't around. I never did see her again.

She never hit me. She never threatened me (well, outright). But there was something not quite right with her. I hope she got some help, but I doubt it. Maybe she just went back to being mom, teacher, wife.

Who knows?

Some pics. I really loved Puerto Rico!

We found a secluded spot on our 2nd day there and had a little fun!

Some of Lilly. Gorgeous woman!

Sharla and Evan

2011-01-09T03:03:00.000-05:00

Me riding Evan. One of my hubby's favorite pics!

You know that I've made mention many times of my Black Book Girls--the girls in my little black book (actually, electronic organizer, but that just doesn't sound all that cool!). I haven't posted too many entries on there yet, but I hope to change that this year.

Anyway, I just posted an entry on Sharla, this cutie-puss I saw in Chicago from 1995 to 2003, in my Black Book Girls section.

Sharla was much, much more than just another BB girl, though!

Anyway, in June of 1999, I emailed her to see how she was doing (she had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a several years earlier). She wrote back and explained that was going through what she would call a "down period", where her movement was limited.

I called her up and we chatted a bit. Sharla, being the totally sweet and selfless person that she was, explained that she was okay and things would get better. But that she was worried about her husband, Evan. She was worried because sex wasn't really an option for her in her current condition.

Evan was about as nice and selfless as his wife, which is saying something. He knew that she had been diagnosed with MS when he married her. He simply did not care and insisted she marry him.

So I told her not to worry, that Evan knew that there would be times when sex wasn't going to happen. So she kind of hedged and beat around the bush before saying, "Well, maybe you? You fool around with different guys? Evan really likes you. I told him to go out and find someone, but he won't do it. He might with you. Alex, I don't know when I can take care of him again."

I really liked Evan. I liked him from the minute I met him. The first time I met him, he left so Sharla and I could play and I wouldn't feel intimidated by him watching.

The next time I met Sharla, I told him to watch. He watched for awhile and then left. After Sharla and I finished, I asked her where he went. She laughed and said, "To jack off."

So the third time, I told him to stay and jack off while he watched. He did. Very hot!

Still, I was kind of surprised when Sharla asked. "Alex? You there?" she said and then laughed. She continued, "I know it's crazy, but we love you. I know I can trust you. Let me know, okay?"

So we chatted for a bit and I told her I'd call her the next day. I talked to my hubby and he thought it was a great idea. Evan was good-looking and nice and he knew I would be in good hands, so to speak.

So the next day, I called Sharla and told her I'd love to do her hubby. She was thrilled and we made plans for me to come over the following Tuesday.

The following Monday, I flew into Chicago, checked into my hotel, and went to the office. I ended up working until late that night. The fucking office trainer there up and left without notice and I had to fill in that week. And that meant familiarizing myself with the material for the class that was to start the next day.

Anyway, Tuesday went smoothly and I grabbed some dinner (Burger King, and yes, I did fucking have it MY way!). Then I relaxed for a few and then grabbed a shower. Then I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and headed over to Sharla and Evan's place.

They lived in Oak Park, which was a short drive away. It didn't take long before I was at their place. I have to admit, I was a little nervous. I rarely get nervous when it comes to sex, but this time I was.

All Evan knew was that I was coming to visit Sharla. He had no clue. I knocked on the door and Evan greeted me with his usual big smile and told me to come in. He gave me a hug and we went into the living room. And there sat Sharla in her wheel chair.

"Like it?" she asked. "Ten miles to the gallon!"

I hated seeing her in that chair. But I had to laugh and I leaned down and hugged her. Evan got me a diet coke and we all chatted for awhile. Finally, I looked over at Sharla and she smiled and nodded.

That was my cue.

I got up and walked over to Evan, who was sitting on the couch. I stood right in front of him and smiled. He had a confused look on his face and said, "What are you doing, Alex?"

I just smiled and said, "Nothing."

Then my sweatshirt came off. Then my bra. He just sat there, his eyes wide open.

I said, "Shall I continue?"

He looked over at Sharla, who smiled and nodded at him. Then he looked at me and nodded.

Off came the shoes. Off came the socks. And then off came my jeans and panties. I leaned down and kissed him and said, "You can touch me, you know." He just nodded again.

I sat down on the couch and leaned backward. Sharla said, "Go ahead, honey."

Evan put his face between my legs and started eating me out. And man, he was good. He definitely knew what he was doing. It didn't take all that long before I came. After Evan made me cum, I said, "Get your clothes off, Evan."

He stripped down in record time and I sat up and started sucking him. I only sucked him for a minute or so before I laid on the couch and spread my legs. Evan mounted me and slid his cock in. I said, "Don't worry about me. Just cum when you need to."

He went fast and hard for two minutes. And then he unloaded in me. Even I couldn't believe how much cum he had stored up. I didn't cum that time, and I couldn't have cared less. We laid on the couch for a minute and then heard Sharla say, "That was hot....wow....."

Poor Evan though.....LOL I think he was a little embarrassed. I mean, the poor guy had been plotted against by two blonde chicks! He looked at me and said, "Sorry Alex. I just couldn't hold off." I assured him that he had already taken care of me prior to the act.

Then Sharla said, "Well, then rest up for a few minutes and do her again."

Evan went to clean up and Sharla was smiling at me. "I thought it was hot having him watch us....but watching him with you.....wow.....loved it.....thank you Alex!"

Yeah, she was thanking me. LOL

When Evan got back, I said, "Well, I better clean up real fast if you want another round." I figured they needed a quick chat and I really, really needed to clean up. When I got back, I said, "So, Evan, she tell you everything?"

"Yeah. Might've been nice to know beforehand, though!"

"You never would've agreed to it," Sharla said.

Later on, we all headed to the bedroom and Evan and I went at it again. And again. I ended up having several more orgasms that night. The guy was just fantastic in bed.

I went over Wednesday and Thursday nights as well and got more of the same treatment. I'm pretty sure that didn't "catch him up", sex-wise, but it came pretty close. I also made it over later Friday night after a business dinner with the field office's management team. I ended up just staying the night, sleeping on a guest bed after fucking Evan.

I got up early Saturday morning--around five or so--and left them a note saying how much I enjoyed that week, and how great they were. I didn't want to wake them up.

I got my clothes packed up and checked out, grabbed some breakfast at McDonald's and headed to the airport and caught my plane home. I grabbed a quick nap on the flight home (business class rules!).

Over the fourteen months of so, Sharla was mostly limited to her wheelchair. I kept in touch with her as I always did. And every time I was in Chicago, I'd go and visit her and have fun with Evan while she watched. When I wasn't there, Sharla took care of him in other ways.

It was fun. I knew he was disease-free, so I didn't need to use a condom. Like most people, if I don't need one, so much the better is how I feel.

In August 2000, I opened an email from Sharla. It read: "I'm sitting down as I type this....but I COULD stand and type it if I wanted!"

Awesome! She had started going into remission a few days earlier and was feeling much better. I called her and we talked for awhile.

One of the truly shitty things about MS with some people is that they never know when their symptoms will appear, nor do they know for how long they'll stay. Sharla had had one extended period before then, and it had lasted "only" for a few months. Only....what a word. LOL

That always hangs over MS sufferers' heads. It truly sucks. But Sharla was awesome. She worked out, kept herself in incredible condition, and ate as healthy as she could. Never did she hang her head. She never cried. She always felt--and still does--that things could be worse.

A month later, I went to see her again. This time, she answered the door and gave me a big hug. The three of us chatted for a bit when she nodded to the bedroom. So the three of us went in and Sharla and I started going at it. And Evan sat in the chair and watched.

Sharla was on her back and I was going down on her. I raised my head and looked at him, and smiled and said, "Get off your ass, get your clothes off, and join us. Don't argue. Don't tell me that us fucking was just until Sharla got better. Get over here."

Sharla propped herself up on her elbows. "Do it, honey."

Evan came up and fucked me from behind while I ate Sharla out. Then Sharla and I switched positions. Man, I love threesomes.

I continued to see them when I could over the next several years. Sometimes it would be the three of us, and sometimes it would be just Sharla and myself, if Evan was out of town. Sharla didn't have any relapses during that time, thankfully.

But in November 2003, they moved back to Alaska. They were originally from Fairbanks. It sucked, but they wanted to go home again, and you can't blame anybody for that. Actually, I can't blame anybody for wanting live up in that beautiful state!

I'm still in contact with them. Sharla's had another relapse that fortunately was much shorter and is still doing great. They are super-duper-awesome-fantastic! They have a couple of ladies that play with them on a regular basis, now.

Yay for Sharla and Evan!

I love you guys!

Great Pic Of Me And Jerry

2011-01-09T01:00:00.001-05:00

Remember me mentioning that Jerry had business interests in Nashville?

He made it down a couple of months ago and I met him there and spent the night with him. Don't ask HOW he was able to take that picture, but he did!

Can I work the reverse cowgirl or what? LOL

Happy New Year!

2010-12-31T22:52:00.001-05:00

Happy New Year! Bring on 2011!

More sex, more fun, more money, more friends......more blog entries! LOL

Didn't do much tonight. Hubby and I took Mitzie and Kellie out to dinner at the Longhorn and came home. We had more fun than going to any parties! LOL

Happy New Year!

Oh Man, She Didn't Just Ask Me That, Did She?

2010-12-31T03:34:00.001-05:00

She didn't!

Jilly called me up tonight.

You remember how she met this woman, was super-attracted to her, and Jilly's hubby told her to go for it? Well, guess what?

She fuckin' did!

I honestly expected her to be obsessing about it, though. Jilly will over think just about everything. But not this. Very cool.

She and this girl met for coffee the other day, just to see how they got along and to get to know each other a little more. They "totally clicked", and arranged to meet at Jilly's place today.

I've never asked Jilly if she's been with another woman since meeting her husband, but I'd wager not, with her views on fidelity and all. Well, her prior views on fidelity.

If that's the case, she must've been ready to explode! LOL She's been married about as long as I have!

It's somewhat ironic that the girl who counseled me when I first started college had been getting counseled by me. LOL

I'm just hoping that she doesn't start thinking about us getting together again for some sex. That would be tempting, but I just can't see sleeping with her again. Jilly, to say the least, isn't quite as cavalier about sex as I am. To me, it'd just be sex. Maybe it would be to her too. But I think I'm really getting ahead of myself.

She's still raging hot at 44. I mean.....H-O-T.

LOL Man, I sure hope that's a bridge I don't ever have to cross!

Back Home!

2010-12-30T00:32:00.008-05:00

Hey!

Hubby and I got back yesterday. Awesome weekend. Great seeing my family again!

We actually behaved, too. LOL Had some hubby and wife sex, of course. But we didn't go out looking for extracurricular fun. We had been thinking of going out on Monday, but both of us thought that would be ridiculous. We don't get to see our families all that much, so why take away time from them?

Hubby and I are so jacked about Sunday night. The Rams play the Seahawks for the NFC West title. We were actually considering trying to score some tickets and flying to the game, but decided that it was too short notice to try and cobble that all together, assuming we could even get tickets.

That would be sweet, though. I LOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE Seattle! Gorgeous city!

Okay, I was just checking in! Hopefully, I'll get on again this week.

Happy Holidays, Lexeconomists!

2010-12-23T00:30:00.014-05:00

Should Shelly and I try out for the Dallas Cowboys?

Hey everybody!

Hubby and I are off to Texas tomorrow! We're going to spend the holidays with my parents and brother and sister-in-law and little tiny humans I refer to as my nieces and nephew! LOL

Heh. Hubby and I spoil our nieces and nephews whenever we can and shipped out a lot of toys for them to open on Christmas morning. LOL Brother and sis-in-law are gonna have a fit.

Too fucking bad! We're the aunt and uncle! That's our JOB! We get to spoil them! Ha! Besides, whatever we do is gonna be topped by my parents, anyway!

There should be a little downtime over the weekend, and if I can get on Twitter or finish up any of my in-progress posts, I'll do just that.

So be good, be safe, and be happy!

Two Philadelphia Stories

2010-12-20T01:07:00.002-05:00

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.

Just Some Ramblings.....

2010-12-04T00:40:00.001-05:00

Me and my daddy at my parents' 30th wedding anniversary in 1996.
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Two in a week? WTF?

Well, I told you that I was going to post more and not talk about it. Nike inspired me. I'm just doing it! And this is my 12th entry for 2010.

Wow. This is NOT good. Not good at all.

So how's work going? I know that's the aspect of my life that you're the most interested in, right?

Been over a year now. A year since the umbilical cord between Acme and your girl was severed by a knife disguised as a buyout (hey, I'm a 'ho with a metopho'!). And that means I've been consulting and freelancing for a year.

Honestly, it was kind of a struggle in the beginning. Working for Brenda is contract/freelance, but she does provide benefits and it does have the feel of regular work.

It took awhile to get used to prioritizing my projects and just getting used to working at home. I have to admit that I love it. It's kinda cool calling myself a "consultant".

For shizzle my drizzle.

That job I mentioned in my last entry? I didn't pursue it. VERY tempting. But if I'm happy doing what I'm doing, why change it?

Besides, I'd have to drive down to NYC from Boston to see Jerry! Much easier when you're both staying at the same hotel!

Of course, then you have to decide which room. I like fucking in one room and then going to another. Jerry thinks that's weird. I think it's weird that he HAS to place his watch on top of his wallet on the nightstand.

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Gratuitous sex pic!

Satisfying on oral fixation with Jerry.

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It's kind of funny. I mean, I straight up haven't told you everything about me in college (or before college, for that matter) and some of what I haven't mentioned yet will surprise you, even those that have visited my blog consistently or who know me on Yahoo! But it's nice to be liked. And I won't have any problems talking about that stuff.

Then again, a lot of the stuff I've already talked about has been pretty, uh, "out there", so I'm thinking nothing will surprise you at this point. At least, I hope not! ;)

No sex blow-outs lately. I mean, yeah, the usual suspects are still around: Lori, Shelly, the Avengers, J-Press, A-Bomb, and Dutch Treat. But it's been rare that everyone's here at the same time. I'm not complaining, but it'd be really nice to get everybody together at once and blow the roof off this house.

Hubby says we have to wait until his crate of Cialis gets delivered. He's such a downer!

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One Lexeconomist asked, "Is there any day or days that is off-limits for you and hubby to play around?" I assume he meant with other people. And yes, there are four. Our birthdays, our wedding anniversary, and the anniversary of the day we met are for us to spend with only each other.

We spend by those days egging our neighbors' houses and defacing historical structures. It's quite fun.

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I'm working on my entry on my pre-Jilly sex life. It's gonna be fun to read, I hope. I hope you're not squeamish about reading how a thirteen year-old girl got a case of the hornies.

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Jilly called again yesterday. It's official. She's driving me crazy. Again, that is.

My first love was in a moral conundrum. She's been married for years to a gah-reat guy. He knew she was bisexual when they met. And he even told her if she needed to find another woman to meet once in a while to satisfy those desires, to do it--just do it discreetly.

Of course, Jilly said no. That wasn't what a relationship is about, blah, blah. I had heard that same line myself.

Anyway, last week, she was on a site devoted to bisexual married women. And she met this woman that she "really clicked with."

For the record, Jilly really doesn't know about my and hubby's lifestyle. She knows that I sleep with women on occasion (insert snicker here), but that's about it. Trust me, it's for the best. This girl doesn't even look at porno.

So she's talking about this really pretty woman and how she's stirring up old feelings and all. And how she wants to meet her (both live in Virginia, near D.C.). But it would be wrong.....

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Her hubby says it's alright. This nice woman wants to meet. Jilly's bi-side is driving her nuts. Yet, it's wrong.

This was what life was like with her sometimes. Seriously. I loved her to no end. I adored her. But she would do this with many situations. I mean, every decisions was, well this, but that.....

Finally, I said, "Jilly, just do it. Your husband's cool with it. Her husband's cool with it. Rent a room, and do it."

"Okay. I'll think about it."

I am absolutely convinced that if we had stayed together, I would've strangled her at some point.

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So does my family know about my lifestyle? No.

My brother knows that I'm bisexual. We're very close and he knew Jilly and I were a couple. He doesn't know how promiscuous I've been over the years. And I'm pretty sure that's the last thing he'd want to know! Having said that, had he remained single, he would've chased women like....well.....my husband!

Lemme put it this way: when he was in high school, he had a lot of girlfriends. And I heard his fucking mattress squeaking more than any sister should!

My sister-in-law doesn't know about my bisexuality, and neither does anybody else in the rest of my extended family (aside from my aunt Angie and uncle Jack, whom I lived with while in college).

So.......

2010-11-30T12:58:00.000-05:00

Mmmmm....this guy was so hot! Totally was into him!

Just kidding! Me and my brother back in 1990.

.....have you all given up on me? LOL

Seems like on a bit of a treadmill. I ignore the blog, come back, make an entry, and promise to be more diligent in the future. Then I disappear again.

And I could do that again. But money talks and bullshit walks, right? So I'm not saying shit about making new entries. I'll have to actually do them.

So for now, hey, at least this is an entry. Sure, it's started out as an entry that talks about how there haven't been many entries, but it's still an entry. And there's still time to put something of substance here!

Yay for the entry!

Ahem.

Last month, Jilly called up just to chat. After hubby made the "I'm not fucking home," gesture at me, he went into his office. Jilly loves him and likes to talk to him. He likes her, but DOESN'T like talking to her. She drives him nuts.

Anyway, she was all dorked up about a party she and her husband had gone to the previous night. Apparently a girl was flirting with him. And if that wasn't bad enough, he--HORRORS--seemed to enjoy it!

Sheesh. Jilly has a gazillion great qualities. And being a human being, she has a lot of not-so-great qualities. And sometimes she can be a bit...er....."possessive". Trust me, I know this first hand.

But one of her great qualities is that she never flies off the handle. And she knows when she's being a bit too jealous. So she didn't even talk to her hubby about it. He didn't do anything wrong. She vented to me and was over it.

Speaking of Jilly, I never gave you the whole story on her. As in, uh, I kinda-sorta cheated on her a few times. My write-up on her was over-the-top sappy, but I really did love her. And one of my not-so-great qualities back then was not being faithful. I "only" cheated with guys. So I was able to rationalize that since I hadn't slept with other girls, what was the harm?

I am what I am. I've never grasped the connection between fidelity and commitment. I think that's a "me" thing. Actually, I'm sure that's a Lexie-thing.

Anyway, when we were about six months into our relationship, I asked her if she'd be open to a threesome with a guy. She looked at me like I had asked her if we could go out and shoot children and stomp on puppies.

Fidelity, thy name is Jilly.

Anyway, she never found out. And I really learned something about myself when I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about my fun on the side. I'm going to change my write-up on her to reflect and make it more accurate about all of this.

Something else I've kinda not been too forward about is my pre-Jilly sex life. Yeah, I had one. I made some boys happy. Hey, a few entries ago, I said there's still some stuff I hadn't told you that would surprise you. LOL

Jobs.....I get job offerssssssssssssssssssss..............

Which is weird, considering the current economic climate.

Actually, "offers" is not really the right word. "Inquiries" is. Get calls from recruiters seeing if I'm available for such and such a job. I don't really get so far as to actual companies, but some of the jobs were located in different areas. Philly, NYC (I'd love it, but hubby would tell me to find a good divorce lawyer!), Raleigh, Miami, and home near Los Angeles.

I don't pursue any of those. I LOVE (well, my ego does) being asked, though.

There IS one that's really intriguing. It didn't come from a recruiter, though. A former colleague called last week and was pimping a job at his company. There'd be some travel (not much more than I'm doing now).

It's basically a training coordinator position. I'd, well, coordinate all of the training programs for field offices in the eastern region. Each office has its own trainer and these trainers would report to me. I'd be required to fly into each office every two weeks or so. Some program design would be done in conjunction with the field trainers.

What makes this really tempting is that no move would be required. I'd work out of my home office and hit the regional headquarters (Boston) two to three times a month.

It would also bring in more money.

Anyhoo, he told to take a week or so to mull it over. There's no rush (the person who currently holds the job is retiring, but told the company to take its time, within reason of course).

Doubt I'll take it, though. Yeah, it's tempting. But it's also tempting to continue to work on different project for Brenda and taking in freelance work on the side. I've really grown to like the flexibility my current situation affords me.

So...what else......what else.......

Miss Bev is still coming around. Man! This summer was GREAT! Her kids were visiting their grandparents down in Valdosta again and she'd make it over two to three times a week. We adore this woman. LOL Threesomes and more threesomes!

Now the kiddies are back and to complicate matters a bit more, she just got promoted to assistant manager (she works at a convenience store). More money and she totally deserves it. But it also will require more hours (she was working 25 to 30 a week). It's good for her and her family. The money will definitely come in handy. So her visits have dwindled down to once every two weeks or so.

Hubby and I are just grateful for the time we do get with her.

Nick's doing well. We've been able to get together for some bumping and grinding lately. And I've also been getting together with Jerry when in the Big Apple. It's nice having a husband, two boyfriends, and countless girlfriends! Promiscuity rocks!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......speaking of girlfriends.............

Got me a new one!

The beginning of August, I was on-line when I ran into Steve an old, uh, "friend".. He lives in Seattle and we had a one-time thing several years ago. After our fun, he met a girl and got married. End of sex fun, beginning of platonic fun. We've kept in touch over the past several years.

Steve is--and always has been--a genuine class act. He's in his fifties and is a real gentleman. And I have to add that his oral skills are a-mayyyyy-zing.

So I ran into him and we were chatting. He asked whereabouts Alpharetta was and then asked "Are you near Norcross?" I said, yeah, it was pretty close.

He mentioned that an ex-girlfriend of his lived there and that he was still in touch with her. Then he mentioned that she had told him that she was interesting in being with another woman. She's married, and her husband was cool with her exploring this..

Yeah boyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Then he sent me her pic. Oh yeah. I was interested. So I sent him an updated pic and he said he'd email it her and give her my addy. We chatted for a bit and then he headed off to bed (hopefully to give his wife some action).

She emailed me the next day and I emailed back. She was very interested. Finally, we started chatting on IM and really hit if off. She was 29, married, and didn't have any kids.

We chatted for about an hour when I finally told her that she needed to know something about me (gee, ya think?). So I sent her a link to my blog and told her to look it over. I told her that it was pretty wild and all that. I knew I was taking a chance in scaring her off, but better now than later.

I didn't hear from her for about fifteen minutes. I figured, hey, oh well. But she finally IM'd back and said, "Wow. I gotta go through your blog some more, but it's pretty cool. I don't have the guts to do all that you and hubby do, but it sounds like fun. Steve told me that you were pretty, uh, you know, experienced."

That was certainly an understatement.

I have to admit, I was relieved. She headed off to bed and we chatted some more the next day. Over the next week or so, we chatted about everything. She had a ton of questions and I was happy to answer them. She was apprehensive about taking that next step, and I didn't want to pressure her. We also chatted on the phone several times. We agreed to meet for lunch the following day.

We met at the Northpointe Mall for some S'Barro's. I arrived early and was actually somewhat anxious. I really wanted this woman. She was pretty and really sweet. Finally, I heard "Alex?" I stood up and we hugged and walked over to S'Barro's.

It went great. We talked about quite a few things and I stressed that I wouldn't push her for an answer. And i told her that even if she didn't want to go through with it, I'd like to just be friends.

You just can't push somebody. If you do, you might get them into bed, but they won't be as comfortable as they could be and everyone enjoys themselves less. I didn't want to fuck her and have her regret it. Been there, done that. Definitely not a good thing.

That night she called and we talked and she wanted to go through with it. Sherrill came over around noon, which made for a pretty funny scene. Janine had come over to see hubby, so Sherrill came in and I introduced her to hubby and Janine. Then I took Sherrill to one room and hubby took Janine into another.

LOL It's like, "Have fun, honey!" "You too, sweetie!"

Hey, we dig sex. We dig sex a lot!

Anyway, a couple of hours later, I had converted a bi-curious woman into a bisexual woman. What can I say? I'm good. I'm really good! Oh man, I gotta tell you though: for a first-timer, she was terrific.

This could really get more involved as well. Sherrill's hubby is a real cutie. And Sherrill might be interested in seeing about a swap. Hubby's hot for Sherrill and I'm hot for Sherrill's hubby.....and Sherrill likes my hubby.....maybe her hubby would like me.

We'll see. I'm not going to push it. I didn't rush things with Bev, and I'm not going to rush things with Sherrill. We've seen each other several times since then and she's become more and more comfortable every time we've met. It's important that we establish a firm base for our relationship before we open things up to the men.

But Sherrill baby? I wanna suck your man's cock! I wanna watch my hubby fuck you! LOL

Yeah, I'm bad.

Happy Birthday, Pete!

2010-10-29T01:24:00.000-04:00

Paul & Brian & Karen

2010-06-29T13:19:00.006-04:00

Karen was just what the doctor ordered.

So who's Karen? And Paul and Brian, for that matter?

Well, these are the major players in my first one-night stand. From the time I broke up with Jilly until I met my husband, I was extremely promiscuous. Actually, I was promiscous before Jilly and remain so to this day. I know that you already knew that, but there's a lot of stuff I haven't gone into yet (like my pre-Jilly adventures). Yeah, I've made mention of a few things, but not all. And I'm sure a few things will surprise you.

All in good time. :)

Anyway, that first one-night stand really started my post-jilly sexual "career", for lack of a better word.

A couple of weekends after Jilly moved away in August,1989, I was really down. And I just wanted to be with a girl. That or just get fucking drunk. And my aunt and uncle probably weren't going to tolerate me pounding down beers in my room all night.

I wasn't ready for a guy at that time. I was 18 and had been with Jilly for a year and a half. I really wanted to stay as close to my comfort zone as I could. I wanted to be comforted and held and loved, even if it was only for one night. It wasn't so much about the sex as it was about being close to someone.

So I grabbed my fake ID (how ironic it was that Jilly had it gotten for me while we were together) and told my aunt and uncle that I was spending the night over at Wendy's (a straight, platonic friend) and headed down to Robbie's, a local gay bar.

Wendy was a great friend. And I knew I could count on her for a ride home if I was too drunk to drive.

As it was, I wouldn't need her. Or a cab.

So I got to Robbie's and after the bouncer gave me a bit of a "I know that you're not really 21, but fuck it, go on in" look, I went in and grabbed a stool.

I sat down and started nursing a Bud Light. I was a total lightweight with alcohol. I just didn't/couldn't drink that much. If I had too much too fast, I would be calling Ralph on the porcelain phone. The only thing I could really hit hard was wine coolers. Those I could get a little drunk on. Er, a lot drunk.

But wine coolers just weren't the right things to drink in the mood I was in. A wine cooler is a laid-back, relaxing social drink. No, when you're sad, you need some fucking beer, whiskey, etc....

A wine cooler is just not the drink to feel depressed and sorry for yourself with. I mean, how do you curse your luck when swigging a strawberry wine cooler? I'd also add that I can drink margaritas as well, but they're sort of like wine coolers taste-wise. With a lot of ice and salt.

So we've established that I prefer wine coolers and margaritas. I bet you're relieved to know that, huh?

So it was beer. And call me weird, but I really don't enjoy barfing, so I was nursing it.

The place was full of guys. I like gay guys. They're always nice and several came up just to say hi and see if I was okay (I really must have had a hangdog look on my face).

One guy came over with his boyfriend.

"Now what's a pretty little thing like you so sad about?"

That made me giggle. AND I just met the two guys who would introduce me to my hubby a few years later. How cool is that?

They sat down and we chatted for about an hour and they made me laugh and feel a lot better. They told me about their heartbreaks and disappointments and all of a sudden, I felt a little less alone and a lot less like a failure.

Their names were (and still are, come to think of it) Paul and Brian. They were celebrating their one-year anniversary with a few drinks and dances. And each one insisted that I dance with them.

So I did as ordered. Great dancers.

And another hour passed. I felt so bad. Here these two great guys were trying to celebrate their anniversary at the place they originally met, and they were counseling a psychotic bi blond. I told them to go celebrate and not to waste their time on me.

Of course, secretly, I was hoping and praying they wouldn't listen. And they didn't. LOL

The night flew. On a purely selfish level, I loved having two engaging, gorgeous, well-manned guys paying attention to me. Them being gay didn't matter. It was extremely flattering and much-needed.

And they also snapped me--somewhat--out of the Jilly Blues. Paul reassured me that I'd find the person I was supposed to be with. When I replied that I thought I already had and lost her, Brian said, "If that was the case, she wouldn't have gone, or you would've gone with her. You two knew something was wrong but couldn't admit it or were afraid to hurt the other by admitting it."

Okay, that last quote was paraphrased, but you get the gist.

He was right, of course. I didn't act--nor did Jilly--when the time came to put up or shut up about staying together. And I'm glad he called me on it. It made me look hard at what I had been denying--I really didn't want us to stay together, and neither did Jilly.

And forced to look at it from an outsider's perspective, man I really looked like I was pulling the victim card.

They had to split around eleven. Paul owned his own business and Brian was a radiologist at a local hospital and had to be at work the following day around noon. So they hugged me and kissed me and gave me their number in case I ever needed to talk. And they also insisted on my number.

And with a gentle warning to not stay late and to be careful, they left.

I ran to the little lesbian's room and straightened myself up. I had downed about four beers that night. Safe to say, I was legal to drive home. I could just tell my aunt and uncle that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to come home from Wendy's.

I went back to my seat and took the last gulp of beer. I gave a big smile to the bartender and told him to have a great night. And I was relieved in a way. Jilly and I had been monogamous during our time together, and she had been my first.

So I was a tad apprehensive about the whole picking up a girl and having cheap, tawdry, sex with her. Of course, I managed to overcame that pretty easily and quickly in my post-Jilly life. But I wasn't at that point that night.

I turned to leave when I heard a girl say, "Leaving so soon? Without giving me a chance to chat?"

Sorry sister. Thanks to two guys, I not only didn't need to get drunk, I didn't need to get a girl into bed either. I turned and looked at this absolutely gorgeous girl.

Uh, check that whole not needing to get a girl into bed thing. Remember, it's always important to be flexible and have the ability to adapt to different situations.

Ahem.

So I decided to be all cool and shit and act like I knew what the fuck I was doing.

"Oh? You think you have a shot with me?" I smirked (I was trying not to laugh as I said that).

She burst out laughing. "Hilarious! What's your name, beautiful?"

"Alex," I replied.
"Karen. Buy you a drink?"

We sat down and chatted. She was down from UC Berkley, visiting with family and friends and was due to drive back the next day. She thought that since her parents were out and she had the house to herself for the night, that she'd try and find some company.

You know me. Always happy to oblige.

We chatted and flirted for about half an hour, and then Karen smiled and said, "Wanna come home with me?" I told her yes, that I'd love to. And she leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues pushed against the other and then she gently stroked my face.

Her parents lived in Claremont, which was a happy coincidence. So I knew exactly where her street was. We went into the parking lot, holding hands, and then we kissed again. This time, our hands were playing a little grab-ass with each other. I was so turned on.

We got back to Karen's place and drank some beers and made out. We were both pretty drunk after awhile. Finally, Karen got up and extended her hand and we went into her bedroom.

And I wish I had a better recollection of what happened that night. I do remember a few things. I remember us stripping down and Karen sucking breasts and fingering me as we stood by the foot of her bed. I remember I came fast, and I came hard.

And I remember laying down on my back while she straddled my face and we ate each other out.

We pretty much went at it for several hours. Fingering, kissing, going down on each other, tribbing, dildos, all that. Karen even used a strap-on on me. That was the first time I had that done to me and I came so hard, I thought I'd pass out.

I do remember one weird thing. Well, kinda weird.

It was around 2:30, I think. Maybe. Anyway, at one point, Karen was spread out on her bed and I was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. Anyway, Karen's sliding closet doors were comprised of two full-length mirrors.

The whole time we were fucking, Karen kept urging me to let loose, to just let myself go and enjoy her without hesitation. To fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Basically, she just wanted me to "be a fucking animal, baby."

So there I was, sliding my fingers in and out of her. She was yelling and crying out and begging me to make her cum again. And I was going faster and harder and loving it. And I looked at my reflection and was amazed at what I saw.

My hair was all messed up--so was my makeup--my mouth was hanging open, and I honestly looked like a she-wolf. Well, not literally. But I had never experienced raw, hot, lesbian-sex-for-the-sake-of-lesbian-sex before. And fuck, I looked like a lesbian porn star on coke! I can't even describe how wild I looked.

And fuck....that just turned me on even more.

I remember straddling Karen's face and pulling her face into my pussy. I told her to slide her finger in my ass while she ate me. I was totally over my original nerves. I was loving every second of this. And while she sucked my clit, I kept thinking how cheap this was. And that got me even hotter. I came and Karen playfully shoved me off of her and crawled on top of me. We made out for several minutes before passing out.

We woke up around 11:00 the next morning. We were totally fucked up. Karen laughed and said she'd have to drive back up to Berkley the following day instead. She also said that she wished I could stay in her room and "fuck the shit" of her for the rest of the day.

Yeah, Karen had quite a mouth on her. LOL

Sadly, her parents were due home around 12:30. So I staggered into the bathroom and took a shower. I remember thinking about how while casual sex was obviously a blast, it would be tough to only live from one night stand to one night stand. Karen had no use for relationships. She loved sex and wanted to be tied to nobody. I remember thinking how sad that was. Something must have really hurt her.

I remember her talking about being in love once and that she'd "never make that mistake again."

The irony, of course, is that for the next few years, I pretty much lived the same lifestyle that she did. Of course, when I met the right person, I jumped on him (so to speak). But what was consoling to me while the hot water ran down my exhausted, hungover body, was that I wasn't going to commit to the solitary existence that Karen seemed to be intent on.

I remember aching all over. And I remember thinking about how I was paying the price for a night of fun. It was worth it. Yeah, I did get drunk after all--something I hadn't planned on--but at least I didn't throw up. I did, however, have a pounding headache.

I was 18, hungover, and Karen had worked me over so hard I was sore. It was a great sore. I loved it. And I loved the fact that I would probably never see her again. And I kind of hated that fact, too.

I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into Karen's room. The bed, needless to say, was in shambles.

So I made up Karen's bed. She would have had to change the sheets, of course. But I just felt like it was the right thing to do. She came in and smiled. She was stark naked. I asked her if it was okay to get a pic to remember her by. Okay, so I already had one. But I wanted one of her naked. Besides, she already had snapped a couple of me. So I grabbed her Polaroid and clicked one.

She asked why I wanted one of her naked. I told her that I wanted to masturbate to it later. She liked that. She liked it a lot. And later that night, alone in my bedroom, I did masturbate to that picture.

I gave her the camera and sat on the edge of her bed with my legs spread wide open and smiled. Karen took a shot of me for her...."remembering".

She jumped into the shower. I started getting dressed. It felt weird. I was pulling up my panties, putting on my bra, then my jeans, and finally my shirt. And I had been so used to getting dressed with you-know-who. Everything was different, and everything seemed weird.

I had picked up a complete stranger and let loose on her the whole night. I never got her last name and she never got mine. I got fucked with toys I hadn't been fucked with before. I came more than I ever had ever come in a night.

In one of my hubby's entries on a one-night stand, he makes mention of why he thinks they can be so hot. He theorizes that since you know that you'll never see that person again, you want to get the most out of them and for them to do the same. I agree with that to a point.

I think the one-nighters are also hot because you're more free, in a sense. You know that you're not going to see that person again so you can let loose. Whatever the case, they can be extremely satisfying.

Karen got out of the shower and I walked over and kissed her. We thanked each other and I told her that I'd let myself out.

At Karen's parents' place. "Bring it baby!"

So I went home and crashed for a few hours. When I woke up, I did and then some laundry. I thought I'd feel cheap and slutty. I didn't. I felt free. It was weird, though. I had been only with Jilly prior to Karen and had attached so much emotion and intimacy to sex. And I had just experienced a night that was about anything but caring and emotional intimacy.

Ah, the true experience of a one-night stand. And that showed me the meaning of sex for the sake of sex. And I loved it. Well, aside from the feeling like I had somehow betrayed Jilly, I did. I cringed at what she would've thought about that.

But I told myself that I never betrayed her. We had broken up. So why the fuck was I feeling guilty? She was in NYC, and I had every right to do what I did. I was happy, relaxed, and a ton of tension had melted away because of Karen. I had taken the first step in my post-Jilly sex life. And that first step was a doozy.

I really liked what I had done. Remember, I had been a scared, confused girl when I fell in love with Jilly. But going out and picking up some stranger was exciting. It was daring. It was hot. And yeah, it was probably a little dumb. I got lucky when I found Paul, Brian, and then Karen.

It also got me very, very interested in pursuing more casual sexual encounters. I went back to that bar the next weekend. And I found a sweet little wife who wanted to be with a girl. She got her wish. A lot of wives did. A lot of husbands did. A lot of single men and women did.

I spent the next several years having a lot of fun. No strings, no commitment, just sex. I had been active with guys before meeting Jilly and started that up again. And my raging promiscuity really kinda fucked up my ability to have a normal romantic relationship, needless to say.

So what happened to Karen?

No clue. She never called me. I didn't think that she would, though. That night was about fucking, not finding a BFF. But it would've been fun to play with her again. She was amazing in bed. And I'm sure a lot of other lucky girls found that out as well.

But I've always hoped that she did heal from whatever hurt her and that she did find someone else. Fuck, I don't know if she even remembers me. But if she does, I hope that she remembers that night as fondly as I do.

The morning after....not QUITE as fired up. LOL "Ohhhhh....my head...."

What's funny is that I went that night looking for comfort. And I got that comfort. From two guys. Karen? She gave me the sexual release I needed so badly but that was about it.

Little did Paul and Brian know that the little blond girl they befriended would never let them out of her life. No, they were stuck with me. I kind of became their adopted little sister. I drove them crazy, of course.

But hey, that's what adopted little sisters are for, aren't they?

Lakers Win Again!

2010-06-18T23:36:00.000-04:00

Kobe Bryant and Derek Fisher celebrate their fifth championship and the Lakers' sixteenth overall title.

Yay for the Lakers!

Rules Are Made To Be Broken

2010-06-12T04:20:00.001-04:00

So much for that rule I had about not banging a coworker.

Last Monday, Brenda wanted me to come up to NYC--the coolest city in the world--and do some meeting stuff. And my old pal Jerry was going to be there. Hubby asked if I was going to finally shut up about wanting to fuck Jerry again. I gave him the usual line about not getting involved with coworkers, blah blah.

"So what? Just do it if he wants to. Nobody will find out, and even if Brenda DID find out, she wouldn't care. All she's concerned about is the work getting done. And even if she did find out and canned you, it's not like you couldn't find more work. You're what they call an 'expert'."

It's nice when husbands encourage their wives to pursue their interests! Yay for hubby! Yay for me!

We did the meeting stuff, but still had to stay overnight. The client was coming to NYC the following day and wanted to meet us. Stay overnight in a nice NYC hotel? Not an issue! It wasn't for Jerry, either, and we stayed at the same place. So after work, we decided to have dinner together.

Jerry was always a favorite of mine, even though we only fooled around that one time. He's nice, smart, a great conversationalist and a genuinely good guy. So we had a nice long dinner and we both kinda wanted to talk about an encore.

But we sorta danced around it. But after awhile, I realized something: I don't dance around a thing when it comes to sex. So.....

"Wanna stay in my room tonight?"

"You sure, Alex? We said, you know, that could complicate things."

I just laughed and said, "So what? We'll be discreet." That was pretty much all of the convincing I had to do.

After dinner, we went up to my mind and made up for lost time. Jerry had long suffered from 'wife not putting out' syndrome. The side effects are quite lovely for a woman who wants to provide some "putting out". And I did.

I did take him by surprise one time. During one of our breaks, he mentioned that he had some business interests in Nashville.

"So cool! We just found out one of hubby's ex-girls is there now. We want her to come visit. How often you get down there?"
"Few times a year."
"Drive down and visit! You can meet my husband!"

His face went blank.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Meet your husband?"
"Yeah! You'd love him!"
"Meet your husband?"
"Don't you remember? We play around?"
"Yeah....but...."
"Then it's settled! Cool!"

"We'll see."
"Hey, I know what that means! That means no! C'monnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.....!"
"Are you whining, Alex?"
"Yes, is it working?"
"Ah.....not sure about visiting.....we could meet..."
"Uh uh! Want you to meet hubby! He's the one who told me to fuck you if I wanted."

I grabbed my cell.

"Who are you calling?"

I just smiled.

"Your husband?"

I kept smiling.

"Promise me you'll think about it and I'll put the phone down."
"You win. I'll think about it."
"That's all I'm asking."

I can be quite convincing when I use extortion tactics!

Jerry and I outside the hotel the next morning. Don't worry, we were just out to grab some Starbucks before heading to our meeting at 2:00. We got dressed up for work after our coffee run! LMAO And yes, my hair needs another dye job, so no need to remind me!

i wasn't really gonna call hubby. I just wanted to tease my again-boyfriend.

We got back to business and I climbed on top of him and we did ye ole' sixty nine for a few minutes. I came (when don't I?) and got him nice a hard again. Then I straddled him and rode him.

Ten minutes later, I had come two more times and made him come.

We were cuddling when he said, "Okay, give me the phone." I was like, "Really?" So I dialed up hubby and when he answered, I said, "Jerry says you're a pussy for letting him fuck your wife!"

Mah boytoy took the phone and said, "Hi. So how do you live with this day in and day out?" I really didn't get the great gist of the whole conversation because I could only hear Jerry's end, but they seemed to get along. Jerry laughed a lot and that's always a good sign.

After a couple of minutes, I heard him say, "Oh, hello Lori. I've heard about you." Then he really started laughing. Finally, he hung up and said, "Lori told me to tell her bitch she said hello. I'm assuming that would be you."

"No doubt."

He does read mine and hubby's blogs. Still he had been nervous about talking to my pimp--er husband! I understand that. But I'm glad he changed his mind.

Overall, I got him up and off five times that night. Then we fell asleep and played around again in the morning. We didn't have to go in till the early afternoon to meet the client, so we had some breakfast and then strolled down to Starbucks for some quality java.

And we talked. We've decided to keep our relationship going. It's win-win. We love the sex, and get along great. Obviously, we won't be able to get together as much as we'd like, but we head up to NYC where we can meet up for fun. We agreed that whenever one of us wants to end it, it's ended and with no hard feelings.

I got back late that night and pretty much attacked hubby. Needless to say, Jerry had warmed me up nice and good. LOL We've been emailing back and forth and calling since then. He's a really nice guy and I enjoy talking to him. He and hubby have talked a few times as well.

And honestly, if he hadn't wanted to board the Lex Express again, I would've been fine with it. He would've been fine as "just" a friend. But I figured that it couldn't hurt to see if he wanted to get physical again. I'm VERY happy he did.

And when I'm happy, everybody's happy. Well, not really, but at least I'm happy.

Yeah, playing around with an associate can be risky ground. But fuck it. I was tired of fantasizing about fucking him. I wanted the real deal again.

And fuck if I didn't get it!

Records......

2010-06-02T00:12:00.002-04:00

A salute to Roger Federer, one of the classiest tennis players ever. Today, he was upset in the quarterfinals of the French Open by Robin Soderling. The loss ended a streak of 23 straight semi-final (or better) appearances in Grand Slam (Australian, French, and U.S. Opens and Wimbledon) events. During the streak, he won 16 majors (for the all-time record) and appeared in 16 of 18 slam finals.

That's over five years in which Federer lost before the semis in a major. That is a streak that'll never be equalled. All streaks end, and so did this one. At his press conference, he joked that now he'll just work on his quarterfinal slam streak which, obviously, is at 24.

And even THAT streak is insane!

So......I rolled out of bed this morning and hopped into the shower. I dried off and slipped on a long t-shirt and nothing else--I was so lazy, I didn't even get dressed--and strolled downstairs. I found hubby on the couch watching Mike & Mike in the morning.

So we didn't do shit today. Well, sex, of course. But we basically just hung out, ate, fucked, watched television and sat in the jacuzzi.

Safe to say that we didn't want to work.

But we did get something done. If you've been to my husband's blog, you know that some of his entries date wayyyyyyy back. And while he has a sharp memory, it ain't that good.

When he was in high school, he started keeping notes on the women he was with. And over the years, he's kept an immaculate filing system. All of his experiences and pictures are filed by year. And for each year, the files are alphabetized. It's actually pretty impressive.

Me? Not so much. My records--such as they are--are comprised of scattered pictures, scribbled on napkins, scraps of paper, and whatever else my grubby little paws could get a hold of. And my pics were scattered in different boxes and different filing folders. And my digital pics were all in one big ass folder.

After we played around after breakfast, we decided to try and organize my files. So we got out all of my boxes and bags and went to work on that.

Surprisingly, it wasn't QUITE as horrible as I had thought. We created different piles for my playmates and managed to clean everything up quite a bit. And viewing the pics and short notes and keepsakes (hotel menu with girls' numbers, for example), we made amazing headway.

It's funny. Once we started getting everything organized, it was amazing how much detail came back to me. We got about 75 percent through it and will finish it up tomorrow. Luckily, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had originally thought. We matched up my pictures (hard copy and digital) pretty easily.

Major turn-on, too. Halfway through it, we had to fuck again. All these naked women and men.....I got really, really hot. I'd see a pic of a Black Book Girl and remember my hot times with her and.....well, you know.

And I'm thrilled about getting everything cleaned up. Somewhere along the way, this blog turned into site about my job with a mention of sex here and there. I want it to be the other way around. That's how I pimped it when I first started it and that's what I want to talk about the most. And I'm pretty sure most of you aren't all that interested in the boring day to day stuff of a T and D girl.

I mean, I got off to a good start...then I kind of lost focus. Now that hubby and I are cleaning up my "evidence", I can make some headway now.

Heh. "Head" way.

I hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend! And to those of you who have served our country, to those of you who paid the ultimate price, and to those of you still serving....

YOU ARE THE BEST! THANK YOU!

I'm Baaaackkkkkkkkkk!

2010-04-15T01:29:00.045-04:00

For those of you who subscribe to modernlexonomics, my apologies. I accidentally posted a blank entry a few minutes ago! So if you get an email with a blank entry, that's what happened!

Blame it on the hair color.

Soooooooooooooo.....what's new? With me, I mean.

No Nick updates. He's still in what Lori refers to as "seclusion". I think 2 months away from his main squeezes is long enough, but he disagrees! I'd be more than happy to drive down for a nooner one day, though.

So last week, our little Lori was supposed to come over for lunch. She was off and her hubby was in Seattle for two weeks. Ah, business travel.....

So on Wenesday, she called up and said that she wasn't feeling well. So we said that was okay and to get some rest. I didn't think much of it. She had been feeling sick for several days. Her hubby had wanted to cancel his trip, but she told him to go and it was just a cold.

The next day, I called just to check on her. And she sounded horrible on the phone. So I told hubby and we decided to go down and check on her. We drove over and got to her house and knocked. No answer. Of course, I'm starting to freak out a little at this point.

We knew where she kept her emegency house key and got it and let outselves in. We found her on the couch underneath some blankets sleeping. She had a fever and was shivering.

We woke her up and she was hurting and it hurt when she inhaled. So we got her dressed--she insisted on a shower, first--and put her in the backseat of my car so she could lay back down. We finally got down to North Fulton and took her in. Hubby gave the admitting nurse Lori's insurance information while I went back with her to a room.

I helped her get her clothes of and get into a gown. She just had no energy whatsoever. Finally, we got her into the bed.  A doctor (I call him Dr. Cool) came in and checked her out and told us what we had already figured out: pneumonia.  Then he asked her if she was keeping up on her thyroid medication and a few follow-up questions.

By this time, it was really starting to hurt when she breathed. Dr. Cool got her hooked up on some pain meds. The first thing he asked when he got in was if she was in pain. A few minutes later, she was doped up.

I LOVVVVVVVED this Dr. He was so nice. He explained everything to us: what tests he was going to run, all that.

First came the EKG. A cute little brunette came in and administered the test. Everything was good there. Then Dr. Really Cool came back in and talked to the three of us about the test. Then he explained that the CAT scan of her lungs. Since she's a smoker, he wanted to rule out any blood clots before discharging her.

So about a half hour later, they came and took her. Lori was pretty much out of it due to the meds, thankfully. About fifteen minutes, they wheeled her back into the room. And then she fell back asleep, thankfully.

North Fulton Emergency does it with style. They had a television--with basic cable--in Lori's room! So I sat next to a sleeping Lori and held her hand and hubby and I watched ESPN. About forty-five minutes later, the doctor came in and we woke Lori up.

It was good news. Her lungs were fine. He prescribed some pain pills and antibiotics for her (she had a dose of the anti-biotics earlier) and after sigining some paperwork, we took Lori back to our place.

We got home and hubby carried Lori up to her and Shelly's room and then went out to get her prescription filled and some lunch (Steak 'N Shake!).

When hubby got home, we ate and I called Shelly, just to let her know. Shelly told her that she'd swing by after work.

After lunch, we just let Lori sleep. It was the best thing for her. She slept until Shelly came by around five. Shelly had a dinner planned with her cousin that night but was going to cancel until Lori told her not to.

So Shelly left, soon to be replaced by new visitors: Mitzie and Kellie. The Avengers really had no idea that Lori was even there. But when the Avengers run out of Diet Coke, they promptly head to the next best thing to a grocery store: our refrigerator.

I tried padlocking the fridge once, but they used a blowtorch and got in anyway. Since then, I've given up trying to protect my Diet Coke.

Anyway, the Avengers tore upstairs to visit Lori until I chased them off with a broom (holy water works wonders as well on those two) and they went back to their apartment to have dinner and do what they do after work (if you're thinking it's sex, you're on the right track).

Around seven, Lori was feeling better, but was still wiped out. So hubby made her some soup and a sandwich and she devoured the offerings quickly and promptly passed out again.

So hubby and I went back downstairs to kick it and watch some television until bed. We had lost a day of work, but didn't care. Lori was far more important.

We were kind of tempted to have a little fun, though. We were beat, but, hey, you know how it goes. So I snuggle up to hubby and we start kissing and groping and all that. Hubby had just gotten my jeans off and was touching me in a very nice area when we saw the porch light flick on.

The Avengers!

Mitzie and Kellie almost always jump into our jacuzzi every night. Now as much as I joke about what pests these two are, we love having them in our apartment. They're dolls, and they're funny as can be. And we've always assured them that if they want something, they can just come in and grab it. And we also told them they're free to use the pool or jacuzzi when they want.

With some kids their age, I wouldn't. But these two are mature, smart, and know how to behave like adults.

So hubby I got up and peek out. There they are, in the jacuzzi, naked. Luckily, the jacuzzi isn't in clear view from outside our house--and we have some space between our closest neighbors; it's one reason we bought the place--so even hubby and I jump in naked sometimes.

I looked over at hubby and said, "Wanna fuck with 'em?"

He walked over and I started giving him head while the girls watched. They started laughing and Mitzie scooted up onto the edge of the jacuzzi and had Kellie go down on her. Mitzie smiled, shot me the finger, and laughed.

A few minutes later, Mitzie leaned her head back and came, and that drove me over the edge (I had been playing with myself while blowing hubby). Kellie and Mitzie switched places and I grabbed some couch cushions and positioned hubby so he was on his back and I was facing Kellie. Then I straddled him and slid down his cock. While Mitzie ate out Kellie, hubby fucked me. And Kellie and I just locked onto each others' eyes the whole time.

That was fucking hot. That was beyond watching/being watched. It was like we were keying in on each other's experience. We were just staring at each other, never averting our gaze.

Kellie reached up and grabbed her breasts. I followed her lead. She'd put her finher in her mouth, and I'd do the same.

Soon she mouthed, "I'm cumming". We came at the same time, followed by my hubby.

After the fun, Kellie popped into the house. "We gotta do that again sometime!"   Mitzie came in and said, "What are you talking about?"

Hubby and Mitzie had no clue as to what we had been doing. We told them, of course. That was fucking hot. Hot and spontaneous.

The girls put on their robes and came in and sat down and we all chatted for a few minutes. That's how it goes at our place. Sex, then hey, what's going on? LOL I know it sounds a bit blase or casual, but well, I guess it is.

After an hour or so, Mitzie kissed Kellie and they exchanged "I love yous" and Mitzie headed up to their place to go to bed.

Hubby ran up to check on Lori. She was still sound asleep. When he came back down, Kellie said, "Can I ask you guys a question?"

We told her of course.

She said, "Well, you know, Mitzie and I only play around together?" We nodded.

Blonde Avenger continued, "We were talking about that. Last Saturday, you had Shelly and Lori over and were playing. I was at work. Mitzie came by and I took my break. She mentioned that you all were playing and stuff."

I said, "Go on, honey."

She said, "I was like, 'why didn't you join them?' She shrugged and said we didn't do that apart. So we talked about it when I got home. We kind of figure that it's cool if we do that....if it's just with you guys or Lori and Shelly or Ash...."

I wasn't sure about that. I mean, I'd love a one-on-one or a threesome with hubby with Kellie. But I wouldn't want that to create any friction.

She said, "No, we really are fine with it. I mean, as long as we don't hit bars alone and that type of thing."

So we told her that if they were both okay with it, then we were too.

I'm happy that they talked about it though. That's important. They discussed it like adults, and that's the key to a successful relationship. Hubby and I have always discussed everything. It's not always easy, but it's important.

So Kellie hung out with us for a bit longer. Before she left, she asked if we wanted to play with her the next day while Mitzie was at work. She didn't have to go into work until two. We weren't sure, because we still were concerned about Lori. But we told her to come down anyway and at least hang out with us for a bit.

So Kellie left.  We jumped into the shower together and then hit the sheets. We were wiped out.

The next thing I remember is waking up around 8:30 and seeing Lori passed out between hubby and I. This is typical of Lori. If she stays the night without Shelly, she ends up sleeping in our bed with us. She must've gotten up to use the bathroom and just crawled between us in a force of habit type of thing.

So hubby and I carefully crawled out of bed and headed downstairs. We were starving and I needed him to fix me some breakfast. I mean, why else would I keep him?

I was in the mood for bacon and eggs.

Anyway, we're talking while he cooks--yeah, I'm spoiled, blah, blah--and I look upstairs and see a redhead wearing a pink robe. And she's sniffing.

Uh oh. She smelled food.

She made her way down to the table and looked at hubby and said, "AHEM!" So hubby had to make a little more. No biggie!

Well, a lot more. Trust me, Lori could be a competitive eater. I don't know where she puts it, but that chick can chow down like a lumberjack. And considering her ordeal the previous day, she had worked up quite an appetite.

She chowed down about ten pounds of bacon, a loaf of toasted bread, and twenty eggs. Okay, that was a bit of an exagerration. But she did have her appetite back, and that was a good thing.

By the way, she had no clue as to when she climbed into our bed. All she remembers is waking up there.

We had Lori spend the next couple of days at our place. She was still worn out and neither of us wanted her to be alone. The antibiotics worked pretty quickly and she started regaining her strenght soon. She did, however, spend most of Thursday sleeping.

After breakfast, she watched some television and took a shower and headed back to bed. When Lori sleeps, she sleeps hard. So we knew that she'd be out for several hours. After she hit the sheets, I asked hubby if we should get busy with Kellie.

Shit, I could almost see his dick get hard even though I was in the living room and he was in the kitchen. He liked that idea. Color me shocked!

So I called Kellie and she came down in a robe and nothing else. The girl was ready.

And so were we. We had a nice hour and a half with her. When we were done, Kellie headed home to get ready for work and we took a shower and got back to our own work, which we had set aside the previous day.

Lori stayed with us through the weekend and is now fully recovered.

It was an interesting few days, to say the least.

Bad News

2010-04-01T22:00:00.009-04:00

Sorry. I haven't been on too much, but there's been some serious shit going down.

After 17 years of marriage, hubby and I are calling it quits. It's been a great run. But even great runs come to an end, and this one has.

It's sad. But if it wasn't sad, it wouldn't have meant anything.

My husband has several emotional issues to deal with. And I'm fine with that, as long as he does it own his own time and at his own expense.

I've never tied my value into being married or not. I don't seek affirmation through marriage. I'm my own person, and to that end, until my husband learns to respect women, then he can be without his supposedly favorite woman.

Yeah, I'm sad. But through this I hope to grow as a person. I'll be moving to NYC in a few weeks. Hubby will be moving back to Los Angeles. I wish him well.

And I can't WAIT to be in NYC! I LOVE that city! So bye-bye marriage! It's party time for Lexie!

Oh yeah, one more thing...

April Fool's!

Just Checking In!

2010-03-03T23:56:00.001-05:00

Sheesh. March and this is only my third entry. I really would like to average more than one time a month.

Uh, blog entries I mean. Sex would be more in the double figures. Triple figures?

So, what up?

One thing I'd like to hit on. We're not swingers. I hate that term. We're not involved in any clubs or anything like that. Swingers is so '70s. I mean, yeah, I guess we were when we met. I mean, we tried the couples swapping and stuff like that for a bit.

Oh, and no, we didn't meet at a swing function.

No, we were just basically two promiscuous people who met, fell in love, and got hitched. I mean, our style was more to find girls and the occasional guy and have some fun that way. Of course, not long after getting married, I started traveling for my job and we started looking for playmates on our own more and more due to necessity.

Wait'll my entry on what we did on our honeymoon! LMAO We're soooo bad!

So yeah, now we have our own little group thing going on here. I guess technically that would be considered "swinging", although I prefer to think of it as just not being monogamous. Maybe I'm splitting hairs. But trust me, we're not cruising into downtown Atlanta to check out the latest hootchie-cootchie clubs. And if you met us in the real world, you'd think we were as normal as anybody else.

The funny thing is, I haven't really scratched the surface of some of my experiences after I broke up with Jilly and before I met hubby. I've mentioned a couple, but I'll try to get on that more!

I had a lot of fun. Some of the experiences are a bit hazy in my addled mind, but I remember the important stuff. I did get busy with some married men. That was always fun. So were the several threesomes with married couples as well. And the one-night stands with the ladies.....sigh.....

Funny thing is, before I had sex the first time, I was kinda scared about the whole thing! Then I met Jilly and so much for that. I'm working on an entry about my first time with a girl after we broke up. That night I went out to a gay bar and met two sweet gay guys (that we still know) who would later introduce me to hubby. And I did get laid that night. My first one-night stand. Fucking awesome! One-night stands are so.....cheap....you can't NOT like them!

I also want to do an entry on how I met my incredible friend Janey. It's a great story. She's such a great person. I mean, we just adore this woman. That apartment Mitzie and Kellie live in? That was originally planned for Janey to live in. It's a long story, but all worked out well for her and she ended up staying in Florida with her girlfriend Allison.

Oh, and I have to talk about meeting Lori as well.

And I have to keep up on the entries on The Black Book Girls. That's a bit time-consuming. I had a lot--and that's a big understatement--girlfriends when I was traveling. I rarely slept alone. It really eased the stress of traveling and being away from home so much. I have two entries up already. They're just short descriptions of the girl, any pics I have, that type of thing. There are far too many to really go into much depth. Luckily, many have remained friends since my travels stopped.

Back to hubby.....sheesh! Fine, I'll clear the record up right now: after he graduated from Cal Poly, he enrolled in the paralegal program at La Verne and earned another Bachelor's in paralegal studies. And he got straight A's.

Now maybe he won't feel compelled to harass his own, poor, innocent wife's blog!

Oh, by the way, he's in Florida, AGAIN! He'll be back tomorrow. Oh well, it gave me an excuse to go to Steak N' Shake. I like Steak N' Shake. And just to make sure he has learned his lesson, I bought some new drapes.

Hey, I was right by the North Point Mall anyway! Sometimes, a girl's just gotta shop a little!

Kellie celebrated a birthday recently! Yay for Kellie! Our Miss Kellie is now 21.

So me, hubby, Mizie, Lori and Shelly took her to Pampas Steakhouse over in John's Creek. Kellie's SOOOOOOOOOO cute. She didn't want us to make a big deal. So we told her we'd take her to Tampico's.

We lied! Ooooops! Hey, 21 is something to celebrate! And Mitzie, you're birthday's cummin' up soon! So's hubby's! Whoooooohooooooooooo!

Note to Nick: Lori and I expect you to return emails. We're cool with you taking time away. But neither of us appreciate being blown off. We've gone out of our way to accommodate you in and out of bed.

Remember, we own your ass, bitch!

LOL Just joking. Nick is good at keeping in touch with us. But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't torment him at least as much as I do with my husband? I mean, I must be consistent! Being involved with me and Lori requires that you have a really good sense of humor! But I'll try and behave!

And far be it from ME to try and influence Nick into coming back to his mistresses. Or, as he refers to us, "the cool Cali babe" and "the hot Florida chick."

You all know I'm not into being pushy....

And I know Lori feels the same way!

And we wouldn't EVER gang up on him!

I'm not big on this pic. My ass looks fat, especially next to the crazy woman's!

Girl power!

Doing some work for Acme now. Ain't that something? LOL Funny thing is, with Brenda's company, I'm technically considered her employee. So they take out taxes, provide health, all that. It feels like consulting, but I'm a regular employee.

But the Acme stuff, and any other work I get on my own is freelancing. And it's all good. Except, of course, for the taxes and all that. So hubby talked to his accountant out in California and she's going to handle all that for me. This is good. I hate trying to figure all that shit out.

I'm also getting contract work from other people/companies as well. A lot is coming from people I met while working for Acme. Some are former Acme employees who have moved on to other companies, and some are former clients of Acme. Note: I do not, and would never, solicit or work for any current Acme clients unless Acme granted permission.

Never burn bridges.

So I figured I'd better get advice on managing this consulting stuff. And for once, my hubby proved useful. About fucking time!

Hehehehehehe.

Ryan met--and somehow managed to keep his grubby mitts off of this lady--way back when he started doing paralegal stuff back in the 1890's (snicker). He was actually in kind of the same situation I am now. He would take assignments from legal staffing agencies (and pay through the nose) and get work on this side. He met Lydia--who's in her early forties--about that time.

She had just gotten passed her CPA exam and wanted to start her own small practice. Ryan met her at some Small Business Administration seminar. True to form, he told her that he'd be happy to be her first client when she started her practice up.

And now, I'm one too. This lady's is supah-awesome smart! I actually met her while we were still in California. Nice, knows her stuff, all that. So I chatted with her on the phone and she gave me a ton of advice on what I'd need in addition to her services. Her practice specializes in small businesses.

Lydia rocks! Yay for Lydia!

So you know how I keep saying never mix bidness with pleasure? Yeah, okay then. Here's why.

A couple of weeks ago, I flew up to NYC for a day of meetings. I got there, checked in with my girl Brenda, and we talked for a bit in her conference room, going over a project I was on. And who should walk in but a gentleman I had a one-night stand with many, many years ago.

Anyway, I'll go into that another time. But we recognized each other and managed to keep it all smooth and cool.  When Brenda got up to take a call, Jerry and I were, needless to say, a bit uncomfortable.

He said, "Uh, well, uh....."
I said, "Uh, yeah...."

Then we both started laughing.

Jerry never worked for Acme. I met him at a training seminar in Chicago, and well, dinner led to sex.  He was a great guy. He was married and worked for a rather large automobile manufacturer (as opposed to a rather small automobile manufacturer).

And he fucked like a porn star. Or porned like a fuck star.

Anyway, now he's also working for Brenda. He done got a golden parachute, too! He's no longer in T & D, having gotten into information technology a few years ago. Actually, he was always an IT guy, but was in the training end of it. So I should say he's gotten back into the nuts and bolts of it. He never really did like T&D.

So we agreed to meet for lunch. I had some extra time before my flight left.  Jerry had his meeting with Brenda and we met up later. We had to clear the air.

I mean, back then, it was, hey, great time, baby. See you never again. That type of thing. Remember what I said earlier about one-night stands? Well, sometimes you have to be a bit jaded when the morning comes. Odd thing was, I was the first girl he had cheated on his wife with. But when the sun rose, he just smiled, showered, got dressed, and gave me a big hug and a thank you.

Then he left to catch his plane. A couple of hours later (I was staying an extra day), I received a bouquet of flowers. I was impressed, I must say. Not bad for a rookie! And the flowers were so, so sweet. After getting them, I was a tiny bit less jaded.

A tiny bit. That night, a lovely brunette named Cindy spent the night with me. I met her at the hotel bar. She was a software sales chick. Married, bi, and her hubby didn't have a clue. I'm so glad I never had to hide that from my hubby. I had guys break up with me when I told them I was bisexual. I expected him too, as well. I was so cynical then.

Anyway, shit happens on the road, folks. Trust me on this. I've seen some really wild stuff from people I would never suspect of being wild.

Here's the weird thing. When you spend so much time on the road, sure, you get into routines. You get comfortable at certain hotels, certain restaurants, and all that. I knew the nice gay bars to find a woman when I wanted one.

And it's almost like living two lives. You have your work/traveling life and your home life. And boy, for some people, they get to the point where it's so bad, they're never as comfortable at home as they are on the road.

That never happened to me. I always knew where my real life was, whether I was in London, Chicago, Phoenix, or Seattle. I--we-- managed to bridge this gap by constantly staying in touch. I always--always--knew what he was up to, who he was with,and what he was doing. And vice-versa. We always touched base five, six times a day, minimum.

Just because I was used to being away from home--and having my share of sex partners--didn't mean I liked it. I always preferred being home. That way, I had hubby AND girls! Definitely yay for me!

Anyway, now things have changed for me and Jerry. We're going to run into each other. So we met up and we grabbed lunch. We laughed about what a great time we had--and baby, it was great!--but that a repeat performance couldn't be in the cards.

Good lunch, too. It was so nice seeing him again. He was always a sweet guy and treated me well. And it was nice to finally thank him for those flowers!

Doesn't it figure though? I mean, I fuck 1,000 women on the road (okay, that's an exaggeration) and hardly any guys--and he's the one I run into. Sheesh. And since our projects will probably overlap in the future, it's a good thing we both agreed that what happened in the past stays there.

Sorta like Las Vegas.

Remember me talking about Ariana in my last entry? Well, since I'm uploading pics, here's one of her!

SO CUTE! I just love her!

I'm out of here! Take it easy, Lexeconomists! Be back soon!

Time For Another Entry

2010-02-07T01:57:00.002-05:00

If I look confused, it's only because someone asked me to add 2 + 2.

This was taken a couple of years ago, on my last business trip to Spain. I loved that country! The people, the food, the tradition, the countryside, architecture, everything! Of course, I rarely got to travel there. Don't that figure? LOL

NOT yay for me!

The pic was taken by a sweetie named Ariana, who was the manager for the client's office I was auditing/evaluating (which is a fancy way of saying I gave the office a refresher course!) Ariana took it upon herself to be my official guide for that week. LOL What a doll. And no....she wasn't a Black Book Girl!

Remember, never mix business with pleasure!

Anyway, we were at dinner one night and she was asking if I was married, all that. I told her I was. She looked at me and said, "He loves you a lot, no?" Her accent was adorable! And I told that he did love me. Then she sighed. "I haven't found a boy who loves me alot." This girl was insanely pretty and I was shocked that guys weren't lined up around the block just to ask her out. I smiled and told her to give it time, that she would.

We kept in touch after that trip, on and off. Emails here and there. About a year after we met, she took another job. It was a nice step up for her in position and salary. She's still there and very happy.

Anyway, last week, she called me up. "You were right, Alexandra! You were right!" I asked her what I was right about. Since I'm right about everything, I needed her to be more specific! "I DID find a boy who loves me! He asked me to marry him!"

I was always amazed that a 27 year-old girl would want to spend her free time keeping some weird blond from the U.S. company every night for dinner. But she did. I think she thought I was nervous to be in a foreign country by myself. I had to

Not gonna let two months pass us by again! Like I said in my last entry, that was simply inexcusable!

Soooooooooooooo....what's new?

Explain this to me: hubby screws around in high school, so-so student. Screws around in college; so-so student. Then after getting a Bachelor's degree in communications, decides that he doesn't want to go into journalism. So he enrolls at La Verne and gets some paralegal training. A year and a half later, he has another degree, this time in Legal Studies.

Along the course of several months, he takes legal assignments and eventually opens his own free-lance paralegal service. He has sex with co-workers and clients along the way, and within a year is able to pick and choose whatever assignment he deigns worthy of his genius. He does so well he decides that becoming a lawyer would not be good, because, and I quote, "Lawyers suck."

He's always worked his own hours, dragged his ass out of bed to work whenever he felt like it, tormented attorneys who have given him business, and taken time off whenever he's wanted to.

And since the first day I've known him, he's had attorneys begging for his services.
Oh, and you want to know why he majored in Communications at Cal Poly? Because, and I quote, "It was the easiest subject to get a degree in."

Okay. Me? Graduate high school at 16. Get my BA and MA by the time I'm 21. Start interning at Acme when I'm 16, and then start working part-time there when I'm 18 and full-time when I'm 20. Bust my ass, rarely miss days. Never mix business with pleasure. Do anything and everything asked of me.

And now.....we're pretty much in the same place career-wise. Scratch that. He's actually doing better! Could somebody explain this shit to me? Seriously? His practice is built up to the point where he gets serious scratch for his services. Me, I'm just kinda starting out in this consulting deal, taking what Brenda assigns me.

I'm not complaining. I love the new gig. But fuck, I'm kinda thinking that my hubby's a lot smarter than I've ever given him credit for. That or he's luckier than a four-leaf clover.

Probably a combination of both.

Enough of HIM! Let's move on!

Oh, and Acme? Some of the diddly-duds that remain there asked if I wanted to do some contract work for them. Let me get this straight: you bought all my stock, paid me all that severance pay, cashed out my remaining vacation pay, all that....

So I could do some work on the side for you? Just when I thought I was free...YOU PULL ME BACK IN!

What the fuck.....why not? If they wanna pay me straight-up, then I'm cool with that! I could squeeze them in between my work from Brenda. It's pretty simple stuff and only a few hours a week. Why not? I love sex, but have a healthy respect for money. Money buys me clothes. I like clothes.

At first, I really didn't want to do it. It was all a bit too soon after leaving Acme. I may make fun of my old job title, but it was still pretty cool. Going from Associate Vice-President to......contract worker.....ehhhhhhh......

Yeah, yeah. I have an ego. I admit it.

Hubby just groaned. "You pretentious bitch," he said. Then he hit me with an empty Pabst Blue Ribbon bottle, rendering me with temporary amnesia. I then wandered around downtown Atlanta, looking for stripper jobs. I was hired at Go-Go-A-Pussy, where I gave lap dances for twenty a pop. It was a long month, I tell you.

I sure made that motorcycle gang happy, I tell you.

Okay, none of that happened. What he DID say was, "Get used to that. You're a consultant now. Freelancer. Hired gun. Get over the whole title thing. And get naked."

Ugh. Don't mind the "consultant" label. It's got some juice to it. But that "freelance" word....meh. I've always had that corporate paycheck to lean on. And even though Brenda gets me some serious work, it's a little weird. Hubby says it's the best of both worlds. I get the steady work a company would give me, but have the flexibility of a self-employed person.

The hired gun reference....kinda cool. I totally would've rocked the wild west. I would've been a pistol-packing mama. Woulda been the first chick sheriff in history, taken care of Miss Lori's saloon and brothel, and kept Dodge City clean.

Miss Mitzie and Miss Kellie would've run the town's hotel. Miss Shelly would've been the town vet (Dr. Shelly, Animal Medicine Woman), and my hubby would, well, probably been beaten up by the other men in town for letting us get so much control.

Speaking of my father, which, of course, I wasn't, he just retired. Mom's still a vet, but will turning more and more of the practice over to her partner in the next year or two. Watch out, Texas.....Dad's gonna be on the loose! LOL

I'd like to add that I still think I'm a fucking rock star. But in a more humble way. I just play bass instead of lead guitar.

I should really just open up my own bidness....call it Sexy Lexie's Ulitmate Training (SLUT).

As hubby likes to say about himself, "I'm funny."

Let's talk about another man....little, pathetic man.....not worthy of women like Lori and mahself.....

Fuck you, Nick. Pussy. Needing some down time. Worried about your wife getting suspicious! Pussy! Can't handle REAL women like me and Lori?

LOL Yeah, he called me a couple days ago. Just needed some away time from me and Miss Lori. Of course, I busted his ass about it for several minutes. Heeheehhehehehe.

We love you, Nick! And since it was mostly Lori and I who were molesting your nice, hard cock.....I guess we're to blame.....just us....sniff sniff.....it's all our fault....

It's tough being a bisexual sex diva. It really is.

Actually, the reason he needs a little time away is more about family obligations (I was joking about the wife getting suspicious). Those, of course, take precedence over any adult fun. Won't be too long, I hope. I also think he needs a little "guilt time".

Sigh.....what is there to feel guilty about? So he has two little sex nymphs on the side? So what? And yes, Lori and I double-teamed him a few times. But don't try this at home: we're experts.

Nick comes here....he knows we love to tease him. And he DOES manage to email his two bitches to make sure we are properly attended to! Even while he's away, he must maintain us high-maintenance chicks by telling us how wonderful we are and how he truly adores us. It'd be nice if he bought us two high-end sports cars, but he refuses to.

I'll tell you this: Lori's ass alone warrants a Mustang convertable!

As for Nick, personally, I think a little fucky-wucky on the side can actually help a marriage. I'm sure it helped Nick's. He was happier. That meant she had a happy hubby. Whole happier home.

I think hubby and I coulda done the whole monogamy thing. And one day, we just might. And we'd still be together, either way.

Especially now. I need him to help me figure out all the ins and outs of this "hired gun" stuff. I mean, I gotta balance the freelance stuff with Brenda, who's technically my employer. It's all such a clusterfuck.

So Tiger Woods is in a sex addiction clinic? Are you fucking kidding me? I know this is usually Bucaneer Lori territory--being sports and all--, but I feel compelled to comment.

HAHAHAHAHHAHA! BULLSHIT! You got caught, Tiger, baby! Dude, if Elin wasn't down with all this shit, why did you even bother to get married? I mean, shit, a little bit here and there, I get that. But a famous dude like you tapping 20 or whatever women.....are you nuts?

All you had to do was stay single and bang all the girls you wanted! Dumbass! Hey, at lease hubby and I are HONEST about what we do! Either you or Elin's full of shit, and I think it's YOU.

One more thing: I hope your kid enjoys all that future embarrassment.

Ah, but you have an "illness"? Get hooked on drugs, it's an illness. Eat too much? Illness! Get hooked on crack? Illness! Go to rehab and you're cured! Uh huh. Four weeks, and good as new. Righhhhhhhhhht.

We've bastardized that word. Habits and addictions aren't illnesses. Bad choices are bad choices. Don't dress up stupidity by throwing that word over it. Don't put perfume on a pig. We've become a pissy, bedwetting society that likes to excuse dumb choices by looking for excuses.

Whatever happened to just saying, "I fucked up?" Whatever happened to just copping to something; to owning it? I remember a time when people's weaknesses, be it stealing, cheating, getting high, whatever, weren't blamed on "society".

There's no cure for stupid, folks. And Tiger is gonna find out that more and more people agree with me than with whatever bullshit he spits out when he finally grows a pair and talks about his hypocritical lifestyle versus his good-guy image. I'd have a ton more respect for this asshole had he just come out and addressed this like a man instead of hiding.

No, he wanted his privacy respected. Fuck you, little man. You made millions upon millions in endorsements on your image. You whored that image out for money. I'm cool with that. I woulda done the same thing. You woulda been stupid not to. But you don't get to cry about privacy when you're one of the most famous athletes in the fucking world.

You don't get to cry about privacy when you acted in a reckless and foolish way. Sorry, you don't get it both ways. You enjoy the finest of everything due to your fame. Nobody forced you to go out and fuck around. Yeah, hubby and I play, but we don't LIE ABOUT IT! And, genius, we ain't famous.

You? You run away to some stupid clinic. Yeah, we all believe none of this was your fault. You have an "illness". You couldn't help yourself. You're "sick".

LMAO Okay, baby. Nobody's buying it.

I watched a CSI Miami marathon on A&E earlier. I love CSI Miami! Digging on Natalia and Calleigh! They could dust me for fingerprints anytime they wanted! Yeah! Now I'm watching House on Bravo. House rocks. I dig that Cuddy--she's mondo hot!

Anyway, the more I get to know Ashley A-Bomb, the more I just love her! Ashley is the girl Leslie and Didi brought with them a couple months ago when we had that big get-together. Here's a few pics of this cutie-puss!

I'm working on my entry on how I met J-Press, but I'll post a few of her, since I'm already posting. Besides, pics of A-Bomb Ash and Janine? How can you go wrong?

Happy New Year!

2010-01-12T11:52:00.000-05:00

I like candy. I like candy a lot!

A month and a half since my last entry? Inexcusable! Simply inexcusable! Especially when you consider that mah love-bitch, Lori, beat me in having the first post of 2010! That coming on the heels of my devasting loss in the Whore Of Alpharetta competition!

Fine, so technically Lori's my hubby's love-bitch. Whaaaaaaaateverrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!

Getting my feet wet with the new job. I lovvvvvvve working from home.

Bev's been joining us for threesomes on a regular basis now. She's much more comfortable being with hubby and I and definitely more comfortable with girl/girl interaction. That's definitely a good thing for me. LOL

So what else?

Oh.....Nick....yeah....

Fucking his brains out. LOL He's a good boyfriend, for sure. It's been a longgggggg time since I had a guy on the side--so to speak--and I'm taking advantage. Of course, I should thank Lori. But let's face it--she had ulterior motives. She wanted more time with my hubby. I mean....how self-serving is THAT?

Next time she has her head between my legs, I'll show HER!

Anyway, she's come up a few times and played with hubby, me, and Nick. It's always fun to get together with them. Yeah, we're weird. But group sex is a blast. And I love being watched while having sex.

Anyway, i've started that side blog of my black book girls. Click here to check it out. i've added it to the front page under my Lexenomic Links section. This will really be a labor of love. Those girls really kept me company on the road. i was really lucky to meet so many of these wonderful women. Many were not only lovers, but good friends.

Okay, I'm a bit promiscuous. LOL

Not much went on to start the new year off. We just kicked back and watched some football. We're really not big partiers, as surprising as that may sound.

Several years ago in Miami.

With a girl I dated for a couple of weeks, Hailey,

at Lake Arrowhead in August, 1989.

As I mentioned earlier, Lori does indeed have a new entry on her blog. She also posted a ton of pics of her with another girl. Fucking hot. Sex is great, and the more you get, the more you want! Those pics got me pretty wet, I'll tell you that.

Gettin' ready to do my wifely duty! LOL

"Too cold, too cold!" LOL January, 1990, my senior year. A friend tried to convince me to come to the University of Michigan to do my grad work. Beautiful campus, but I elected to stay in California.

Huntington Beach, April 1995. Hubby and I always preferred

the beach in the Spring when there were less crowds.

August, 1997. Hubby and I went down to Lake Elsinore one weekend. These two girls were goofing around and whistling at Ryan so I dared them to flash us. They said, "You first," so I obliged. They held up their end of the bargain. They took my pic, too. Oh, and even though they aren't pictured, their boyfriends got a nice view of my breasts. Hey, I ain't shy! LOL I'm just glad their boyfriends were good sports about them whistling at my hubby!

This is a "comfort pic" for me. Brings back nice memories. The couple above are Jared and Denise. Jared is Jilly's cousin and Denise was his girlfriend and future wife. Sweet, lovely, wonderful people! I just adored them! They were so supportive of Jilly and I and were so nice! I had just started dating Jillie when she introduced me to Jared. He pulled me aside and said, "Jillie says she loves you. So I do too." Imagine what that meant to a nervous 16 year-old girl.

Howdy Hi!

2009-11-17T00:50:00.000-05:00

Yeah, I'm showing a little face. Lori took these a few months ago as hubby and I went at it.
He sure knows how to use a pool cue.

Okay, I am officially free! 22 years wasn't a bad run at all. We had our party on Friday afternoon. Hubby and I spent the morning clearing out my office. All went great. It wasn't quite as sad as I thought it would be. I guess I was just relieved to be over and done with it. Time to move on to the next chapter.

I'll take the next couple of weeks off and just hang out and pester hubby and watch tv. Good way to recharge my batteries. I'll talk some with Brenda, my new boss in NY, about what upcoming assignments she wants me to start on when I get my work on again.

For the record, I'm not done talking about Acme, of course. It was a huge part of my life and my traveling was a major reason I had the opportunity for so much fun on the road. I'll still do some traveling for Anybody Consulting, of course. And hopefully I can reconnect with some of my "black book girls".

I never did do an entry on how I built that thing, but I will. I should call it "The Bisexual Woman's Guide To Building A Bisexual Empire". I dunno....that title's kinda wordy.

Actually, there were so many Black Book Girls, I'm just going to list them all in a side blog. I think that would just keep the main blog in better order. The more I think about that, the more I like it. Not too many pics; I'm not the photo nut my beloved is. But I'll post a few of each with a short synopsis of my relationship with each of them.

Some weren't really relationships, just one night stands. But since they were girls I slept with on the road, I'll just "black book" 'em. Most, though, I slept with several times.

Another quiet weekend. Janine and Ashley were busy and Lori took Shelly to Miami to watch the Bucs play the Dolphins.

I'm just glad she didn't attack any Dolphins fans after the game. The Avengers did come down to hang out with us. Neither were feeling all that well; they were just getting over a cold. So our house wasn't converted to the den of decadence it usually is. I hate it when that happens.

I'm working on an entry about Janine and how we met. She's a very cool lady. What else....what else...... Does me wanting to have a 100-woman orgy make me more likeable, less likeable, or just as likeable? I'm not planning one, but it's a fantasy. Man......that would be fun..... Maybe not. I just know someone would steal our silverware. Fuck that.

Later, Lexeconomists!