TMI Tuesday: December 20, 2016

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Happy TMI Tuesday. You know what to do. . .

Life and Being

1. Why do you live where you live?

Because I feel at home here.

2. Do you want to have your sins forgiven?

Define sin. However I have always tried to treat others with kindness and not do to them what I would not want done to myself. But I have taken requests.

3. Do you believe in heaven and hell?

It's all what you make of it. But I always remember there is a lie in the middle of every thing that we believe.

4. After life, where do you think you will end up?

Somewhere else. Something will happen. Something different. 

5. If you have children, would they say you are the favorite parent? Why do you think this?

I wish nothing but the best for the base fruits of my burning lust. I did the best I could with the tools I had available. What I think is irrelevant. If they think? I did my job. Favorite is just perceptual score keeping. Often flawed. Rarely reliable. Just like the other half of this equation.

6. Has anything ever happened to you that was dramatic, personal or spectacular enough to cause you to be believe in a God?

Many things. But it may not be the who of whom you are thinking. Oh the stories we tell ourselves.

Bonus: What is something you consider to be a great personal success? Why was it so significant?

Letting go. Clutching extra baggage carries unnecessary and exorbitant fees and tolls.

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As I pressed her sturdy five foot ten Eastern European frame against the brick wall I made one more play . My hand slowly moved up the back of her skirt hoping for a satisfying grab of her perfectly toned behind while we were making out messily on the back exterior staircase of her apartment building. All Bwanna needed to do was shake her head no. I let her skirt fall and refocused on her sweet thin lips and the slightly glazed blue passion filled eyes peering through the slit sparkly eyelids. Her pleasingly pointed nose teased my pug ugly Irish bulbous schnoz as her tongue played a arpeggio in my mouth.

In the distance a car horn was honking.

But progress was being made here and just because Reno and Joy had apparently consummated swiftly while in my parked Bonneville; I was working more retrospect prey than our lovely bundle of Joy had been that or perhaps any evening.

“I am not like Joy.” Bwanna quietly rasped in her first generation Polish purr.

“Thank goodness” I puffed as my tongue found hers again for another riff up the fingerboard of passion. Her stature and mine put all pleasing pressure points in perfect harmony. Gravity drew our intimate body parts poignantly together until her Polish progenitor called out the back screen door harshly one last time.

“I’ve must go.” she said with a final flourish of her lips, tongue, boobs, and butt. She slowly swished up the stairs leaving me with a peek of silky red pantie under her short plaid skirt. Red and grey were the colors of the tonight.I silently thanked her for keeping that Catholic school regalia and reflected with gratitude that it still almost fit her sophomore year of college body. Although it was much shorter than any nun would allow on her back in the day.

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Why am I not in a relationship now?

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