Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Burping the Antichrist - 7. Restrained Beauties
As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down and with Cheryl's endowments I can't imagine that I was so busy I hadn't paused a moment to breathe in the view as we transacted our commerce during business hours. With a translucent covering such as this I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabric. Those beauties were restrained earlier. I was sure. They were apparent and at attention now.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
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
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
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.
Friday, September 11, 2015
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.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day
The best thing about making Sunday morning breakfast for two is that it means you got lucky the night before.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Petey's Stoopid Thought for the Day
I can turn easy things into rocket science in my mind just like that. ( I snap my fingers and everybody on the train looks at me like I am crazy.)
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Cold War-Era Bunkers That Cover Albania
The Cold War-Era Bunkers That Cover Albania:
Paranoia, the only real job creator. At least it gave Albanian construction workers work during the cold war era.
Now go and be scared of something so we can sell you something that we have convinced you will keep you safe. Cha Ching $$$$$.
'via Blog this'
Paranoia, the only real job creator. At least it gave Albanian construction workers work during the cold war era.
Now go and be scared of something so we can sell you something that we have convinced you will keep you safe. Cha Ching $$$$$.
'via Blog this'
Monday, January 9, 2012
Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL)
Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL):
'via Blog this'
From the baseless rumor and innuendo desk: Heidi is merely hiding her now hideously swollen calves after a freak plastic surgery misadventure.
The misinformation always starts with me.
'via Blog this'
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Some think it's Candy, But it's snot.
Dissecting Snot - The Dish | By Andrew Sullivan - The Daily Beast:
Found this to read after viewing the following site.
I really have to get moving today.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
First Kiss
It was 40 years on this night that I first really kissed a girl. Not the pecks and puckers in the closets of spin the bottle or how deep is the ocean. It was a pile driving, tongue swirling gasping for breath, pressing our young bodies together, coming up for air kind of kiss. Over and over again as we wandered in the small city park. I remember the sound of your breath rasping from within as our lips parted. I knew I was the best kisser in the world. Ah sweet Colleen.Where are you tonight.
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- Smu Doodle
- Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality, artisanal smut, with a pinch of full time flâneur tossed in to taste.