TMI Tuesday: August 14, 2018

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It’s time for another fascinating TMI Tuesday.

1. ​You can only keep 3 things: (pick and explain your choices)

Coffee

Jewelry
Books

These are the only two things you can keep. One useful. One not. The other items on this list are all consumables and will be used up over time.  

Chocolate

Wine or Beer

Netflix

So I can finish watching "The Almighty Johnsons"

Tacos

2. If your job gave you a surprise 3-day paid break, what would you do with those three days?

Fritter them away drinking and whoring 

3. Have you ever had a threesome? What was the configuration?

Treble. Simply treble. Configuration was complicated as any time a crowd is involved.

4. In a threesome, do you like to be the star attraction or a bit player/personal  assistant?

That is the thing about the treble clef. You have to be prepared for the sharps and the flats

5. Would you have another  threesome?

Highly unlikely.

Bonus:  Rate your last  threesome on a scale of 1-5, 5 being fantastic.

Treble. Simply treble. Seemed like a good idea at the time but the ripple cast over the upside down lake of the void always goes to where the mirror meets the sky.

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Tender Tabernacle

When I am inside you I adore running my fingers through the satiny pages of your flowing folds. Running my fingers along the event horizon where my shaft sleekly splits you wide and melds into making us as one. How your body pulses and vibrates when my finger tip presses my moment where your taint starts and my full immersion leads. As my finger trace back around gathering a glistening sheen unable stop until I have encircled my girth. Perfect placement for my thumb to find the very pinnacle of your tender tabernacle. There to give service and pay homage to that nubbin with an ever gentle rubbing. Your blue eyes become bluer. Your blond hair becomes blonder. Golden strands fall before your face and you sigh, then gasp the sweet sigh of release.

Pass Around Joy

1. Packed and Stacked
2. Bev's Flowing Ardor
3. Meanwhile
4. Moke A Joint
5. Nanny Ride
6. Bwana
7. Joy Ride
8. Another Ride

Highly Unlikely

JoJo was the unlikely, as well as the very likely tail end of Tails from Slammies. First impressions are quite often highly skewed and incorrect except for when they are not. For the type of woman you would never peg for a geezer groupie, baby girl resplendent in daddy issues, or grandmother; this tight bodied, tatted up, ageless energetic goofball beauty was a force of nature.


Through the long unfolding of Tails of Slammies, spanning the three sisters of legend: Cathy, Janine, and Peggy, through the incidental drive-by Sindy, JoJo was apropos punctuation.

TMI Tuesday: October 4, 2016

Tmi Tuesday: October 4, 2016

Posted on October 3, 2016by TMI Tuesday blog

TMI Tuesday time. Answer these interesting questions adapted from Red Lipstick Project’s Sexual IQ test.

1. You want to make love, but your partner says they’re too tired:

A. You’re annoyed and frustrated.
B. It’s a bummer, but you understand they’ve had a long day.

Not to mention the sexual energy build up in the delayed gratification. Being the horny little bunny that she is; a geezer like me can use a few hours off. I think she demurs on purpose because when I do deliver a load after a respite it is much more voluminous and intense. 

C. You give your partner an awkwardly long hug and say you’re happy to wait. It’s better when you’re both into it.
D. You get nervous and worried. Maybe your partner is cheating or doesn’t think you’re attractive anymore.

2. Who is having better sex? You or your best friends?

A. I am, obviously.

Now! For many years I know that wasn't the case. Making up for lost time I guess.

B. We don’t talk about our sex lives. Ever.
C. We all have our good times and bad times. We don’t usually compare.
D. My friends have all the good sex. I can’t keep up.

3. How do you feel right after sex?

A. Sweaty and ready to shower. A little gross.
B. Satisfied and energized. Ready to take on the world.
C. Calm and happy, falling asleep.

I might also add, spent, twisted, and smoking with extra sweaty and satisfied.

D. A bit let down and tired.

4. Which is better? Being a man or woman?

A. Men have it so much easier
B. Women have it so much easier
C. I’m having too much fun being me to worry about it.

But to each their own cross to bear. So taking turns baring them can be highly therapeutic.

D. Is there really much of a difference?

5. You and your partner had sex that wasn’t that good. You:

A. Don’t say anything. Everyone has an off day.
B. Complain or drop hints that things better improve.
C. Consider whether you should break up. Sex is the glue to a good relationship.
D. Discuss it immediately and see if there is anything you should be doing differently.

E. Not good sex? If the sex was consensual I find the concept "not good" null and void.

5. What advice do you wish you had when you started having sex?

A. Sex is a great thing–healthy and fun.

And the womens like it too.

B. A proper tour of the reproductive parts as errogenous zones and not from a biology point of view. Bodies are really strange and getting to know them can be awkward.
C. Sex is a beautiful thing but be careful to protect your body from STD’s and pregnancy or you won’t have as much fun.
D. Enjoy sex while you can, because it gets worse as you get older.

Bonus: What will your sex life be like when you’re 70 years old?

A. I can’t imagine having sex when I get wrinkly.
B. Probably a little sex here and there.
C. Hopefully my years of knowledge and hard work in the bedroom will pay off when I am having good sex in my 70’s.

D. Since I am having more and better sex than ever before I can only hope that the bell curve is a figment of statisticians imagination. Meanwhile, once more dear friend into the breach!

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Burping the Antichrist - 6. Zipper

I could feel the cold metal teeth pressing along the upper length of my rapidly rising cock. Fortunately she was yanking the pull tab towards her creating a blessed space as the steely clasp locker teeth separated  forming a gaping flying V hole for my release. Her normal finesse and feline grace extended to the smooth downward dispatch of the slider descending the zipper tooth chain. She was swiftly rewarded with the engorged head of me brushing the painted red thumbnail of her as I sprang forth in righteous rigid attention.  Her squeal of delight made this commando mission a rousing success. The maneuvers that ensued are an epic to be shared another time.

Burping the Antichrist - 5. Slithering Attire Required

I was grateful that for the occasion of the company Christmas party. Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better were the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina's busy cheeks.

Reflection

I was driving this train. I was the conductor, engineer, and fire woman. He had lit this flame and I was stoking it up for a full speed ahead cross cuntry trip. 

1 Reflecting On His Toes

2 Reflections Two

3 To Motion Reflected

Notes - The Mill

That's when he notices me. He rests his hand on mine but I know it is so my cleavage stays tucked around his arm. His blue eyes swallow me and his attention engulfs me. Suddenly it is just us two in the late night jazz club.

I would not have even noticed Jim staggering out if Lynne had not lingered a bit too long and a bit too close as she left. It almost felt like she had expected Sam to leave with them. Not necessarily with me along was my impression.

Notes - Pass Around Joy

The ride home with the Nanny was indeed frosty. Not only since I had driven there with the windows rolled down to air out the spacious double couch design of the Bonneville hoping that the scent of other women and male splooge would be whisked away on the wind. Now with the heater on the atmosphere within was still frosty.

“So that guy must be used to giving their Nannie’s a ride home.” I said sheepishly.

“No. I am their first nanny.” she said coldly, adding “They had an Au Pair before me.”

“An oh pair of what?” I asked trying to weasel my way through with humor.

Au Pair. A. U.  P. A. I. R. silly.” The Nanny giggled after a brief attempt not to be thawed. “Some foreign chick that lived in and cared for the kids.” she concluded.

“Cozy.” Was all that I could say as I imagined a foreign floozy in the family home.

“Maybe too cozy.” The Nanny added cryptically.

Not cryptically enough as the tableau of the wife looking anxiously after the hubby and the Nanny out the window as they headed for his car when I arrived. The plot was thickening.

I glanced over and noticed just how hot she looked in her Nanny uniform. Especially since I knew what this rather prim and proper garb obscured. I am sure her middle aged male client had noticed the same. I knew her female client knew.

No generation gap there.

As the Bonneville cut through the frosty night the Nanny curled up next to me in he front seat and place her head on my shoulder just where Beverly had cuddled an hour earlier. Only the Nanny had shorter, lighter, and certainly better maintained coiffer than the Bev.

“I know it’s late, but can we go to your place for a bit.” She cooed” Maybe moke -a joint.” she said in mock baby talk stoner jargon we had adopted.

“I can do better than that.,” as I pulled one out of my pocket and pushed the car cigarette lighter in. As the smoke wafted through the cabin I knew my scent and betrayal trail had been covered.

Notes-The Mill

One look at the photograph taken in the early morning does not do the story justice. There I was. There was Jim. There was Lynn also on the far side of me. Sam was front and center, as he likes it, with me peering around him leaning on the bar. There was my cleavage pressing into Sam's arm. I had his bicep in my boobs grasp.That was the night I got what I had longed for. This night also drove home the words, “be careful what you wish for”.

My frustration had reached new heights that very day. Why is it the men I do not want peering at my breasts are always leering, while the man I want to show them off to would always speak to me eye to eye. I had never even caught Sam sneaking a peek. What I did not realize is just how sneaky he really was. But he is a man. Now he is my midnight Sam.

When did humans realize sex makes babies:

When did humans realize sex makes babies: Evolution of reproductive consciousness of the cause of pregnancy. - Slate Magazine:

 Even more important , how did humans figure out how to have sex in the first place without internet porn?

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