A Lovely Day

Dean and I just spent the most lovely day with some friends of ours from back East who have been in town for about week (but I was traveling on business when they first got into town so we didn't see them until yesterday).  I got back in town over the weekend but our friends were busy then, and besides, I had to go into the office on Saturday and Sunday anyway.  So I was able to get off today (and I do mean get off in the best way possible).

I actually got off work early yesterday, and went for a massage and a facial (much needed), then Dean and I met our friends at a nice restaurant near the harbor.  We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, with plenty of wine and champagne, much laughter and innuendo.  Then after dinner we headed to the harbor to spend the night on the boat (all four of us).  We put on Sade (her music is very sensual), and we were all so relaxed from the alcohol, good food, and especially from the fun evening of flirting and thinly veiled promises, I just knew a night of eroticisim lay ahead for all of us.  

None of us were disappointed -- after a very juicy, and exhausting night of all sorts of wonderfully obscene activities, we slept until well after sunrise -- lost in a tangle -- the four of us, all arms, and legs, and breasts, and cocks, and pussies, and lips, and hands, and wet spots ... well, you get the picture.  

I love falling asleep on the water with the rocking of the boat on the waves; I never get seasick, so I don't understand people who do.  I'm sorry if you do get seasick; I think you're missing out on one of the most wonderful experiences.  Maybe I was a mermaid in a previous life because I just love the ocean, and I'm lucky because so does Dean. 

But when we woke up, we had so much fun the night before, we just had to go all over again.  When the boat's a rockin', don't come a knockin' ... oh -- I guess that doesn't pertain to boats on the water though. 

After we got up and had some breakfast on the boat, we spent a languid morning just lounging around until brunch, when the margaritas came out (I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love a good margarita, and Dean makes the best!).  Then we all started feeling sexy again.  

Luis was fabulous; I don't get to see him often enough, and he's such an amazing lover!  I love to look down and see his velvety dark skin against against my ivory white skin.  And oh baby, can he move!  He loves to eat my pussy, and he does it so well!  I know a lot of black men don't like doing that, but Luis loves it, which must be why he's so damn good!  Something else I love about him that no other man ever does (except Mr. T used to) -- he restrains me so I cannot move.  He pins me down by taking both my wrists in one big, strong hand and pins them over my head so I'm completely at his mercy.  I just love what that man does to me!  Why do I love that so much?  Is it because I know he could do anything he wants to me, and if he wanted to hurt me, there isn't anything I could do about it?  But I trust him, and I know he wouldn't hurt me ... is that why its such a turn on?

Ladies, do you like to be restrained?  And if you do, what do you like about it?  Gentlemen, what about you?  Do you like to be restrained, or do you like to do any sort of restraining of your partner?  I'd love to hear all about it. 

Okay, so I must admit, I'm sooooo sore right now (deliciously, delightfully decadently, sore!) that I can hardly move.  My pussy aches, my legs ache, heck!  Even my tongue aches!  My body has been fucked good, and I can hardly move.  I love it! 

Our friends left late this afternoon to go back home and we'll miss them.  In any case, I have to go back to work tomorrow -- I hope my lustful adventures aren't written all over my face.

Traveling

I've been traveling on business since I last wrote, and I'm still away, so this is just a quick note to say I haven't forgotten you.  I've been going to stores all over the West coast doing customer service training.  Kind of funny considering that I hung up on that man not too long ago (you may remember, I pretended that I couldn't hear him due to a bad connection, then hung up mid-sentence).  Bad on me.  Oh well, I won't do it again. 

Besides providing customer service training, I'm also providing training on some of our proprietary systems.  I really hate proprietary systems though.  If anyone ever tries to sell you or your company a proprietary system, just say NO!  After all, a proprietary system really is just a way for the seller to ensure that you are stuck paying money to them forever more.  It makes it virtually impossible to switch to a system that everyone is using.  And this presents a whole host of problems that I won't even get into. 

For example, QuickBooks Pro is an excellent accounting system that almost every bookkeeper or accountant is familiar with.  Other no-name systems, such as SAGE (face it, not many people have ever heard of that system, but if you have please let me know) require special training.  And once you get your data entry systems linked in with no-name accounting systems, you are pretty much stuck with it forever more!  

Well, off I go to dinner with some of the students.  Ciao! 

I'm sorry ...

This is a letter that I'm planning on sending to my ex-husband.  You may want to reference my post http://settingthesoulfree.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-stunned.html.  What do you think?  Should I send it as is?  Should I change it?  Please let me know ... I really want your opinion.
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I'm sorry for the way I responded to what Allie said you told her.  I still stand behind everything I said, but I want to apologize for the way I said it; I'm sorry for being so harsh.

If you need to tell people that our marriage was a business arrangement so you can cope with ending it the way you did, that's fine.  I will continue to remember the good times of our marriage instead of the bad, and that means that I will always remember our last three years of marriage as the perfect years, when we finally got everything right!

I will always be sorry that you and J don't have a relationship, and my last words of advice on this are that if you want a relationship with your son, the best way to do that is to not try to be his father at this late date, but just be his friend.  Also, never give him anything expecting him to thank you for it.  If you give him something, give it to him because it makes you happy just to give it to him, without ever expecting him to say thank you.  And accept the fact that he and Allie have health issues (mental as well as physical); don't get your feelings hurt if they can't get together with you as planned because one or both is too tired or isn't feeling well. 

I have always tried to facilitate your relationship with him, but I can no longer do so.  It always makes me sad when I hear about families having bad relationships, or no relationship at all, so I really hope you and J can find a comfortable rapport. 

I refuse to carry around anger toward you or hurt because of what you said and did, so my wish for you is that you let go of any feelings of sadness or responsibility you may carry for the way you ended us, then and now.  I'm fine, I hope you will be too.

I never wanted for you to be unhappy, so I wish you happiness.

Sunshine and Hot Weather -- Finally!

Yesterday the sun was actually up and shining by 6:00 a.m., and this is the first time that's happened in probably about 3 months.  In fact, it's the first time the sun came out before 5:00 p.m. in the longest time ... so it was really wonderful!  Granted, this means that it's going to be a hot day at this time of year, but I welcome it.  This means I can actually start swimming again, and I've missed swimming! 

The sun was up by 6:00 a.m. again today, and it's hotter today than yesterday.  It will be even hotter tomorrow, but again, I welcome it.  I can't go swimming today, but I might be able to tomorrow night.  

I love swimming naked in the moonlight.  Tomorrow the moon will be only about a quarter full, so that means the neighbors won't be able to see.  I love it best when the moon is full, but that means I have to get in the water with my swimsuit on, then I take it off after I'm in the water.  Oh ... I can't wait! 

Letter to Dad

My dad is traveling with his lady-friend of many years.  They live in a very hot climate and have headed to the ocean to rent a place for a month, and they arrived there this morning.  This sets the background for the following message I sent him this evening:

Hi Dad,

I did receive your email in spite of the poor reception where you are staying. 

We had dinner at Ken's tonight.  Mom didn't come though; she just wasn't feeling up to it, but she is doing better.  

J and M stopped at mom's house before they came to Ken's and brought her some food and did some cleaning around her house since Mom hasn't been well enough to do it.  Dean, J and I all stopped by after dinner at Ken's and brought her some leftovers.  She definitely seems to be feeling better.  

I guess (my niece) is probably going to move back to where her dad and brother are living.  She is interviewing for a job there and is pretty sure she will get it.  If she does, then she is going to move in with her dad and brother -- NOT an ideal situation (but I know she wouldn't agree).

Dean and I talked about it and agreed, so this evening I offered (my niece) to come stay with us as an option.  I don't think (my niece) will take us up on it, but we wanted to give her some better options.

But we had a nice evening in any case.   

I'm glad you and C are settling in; it sounds like a very nice place.  I'm glad you got a place on the ocean for the next month, but you may actually find it to be cold at this time of the year.  I know it's July, but we still haven't had any summer at all here, and I miss it!  

Please keep in touch as you're able.

Love,

Is it okay to lick this???

So, I've been reading a few blogs where they are talking about licking someone's asshole (anus for the more refined). 

In a previous post I mentioned that someone asked me if he could do this to me, and I said "NO".

Has anyone ever licked your asshole?  Did it make you nervous or uncomfortable?  Did you like it, or did you not?

Have you ever licked anyone else's asshole, and did it make you nervous or uncomfortable?  Did you like it, or did you not?

If you like/liked it, what is the attraction?

Please respond; I really want to know.

Customer Service Jobs Stink

It's been a tough week.  I don't know why, but I just feel like I've soooooooooooo done with customers at work.  Let me tell you, a word of advice, if you haven't chosen your career yet, or if you're young enough to change careers, DON'T go into a Customer Service position!

I've done CS almost all my working life, and I'm damn good at it, or at least that's what everyone tells me.  However, this past week or so I've just dealt with so many rude idiots who can't read.  I can't tell you how many times I get calls from these people who are mad at me because they didn't read the fine print (and the fine print isn't all that fine, and it isn't hidden -- it's directly underneath the offer -- they're just too stupid to bother to read it).  

And they get mad at me because of their stupidity!

I did a terrible thing yesterday, and I'm not proud of it, but I just couldn't help myself.  I got a call from a man who wanted to know about a sale we were running.  I told him what the sale included, and what was required to qualify for the sale price, and he got mad at me, just as they all do.  So he starts telling me that it's false advertising (which it's not), so I started speaking over him ...

        "Sir?  Sir?  Hello?  Sir?  Are you there?  Hello?"  

No, we didn't have a bad connection; I could hear every word he said, but I pretended that I couldn't, and then I hung up on him.

Was I horrible?