Night Moves
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Posted:May 19, 2013 9:33 pm
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The night before I went to the beach I was hanging out at work, and happened to look out the window of the break room and see a car parked in front of the medical marijuana place that is essentially our next-door neighbors. The lights were off inside the vehicle, but I could see someone moving around, and as I watched it became clear the person was changing clothes in their front seat. Feeling adventurous, and maybe a little bored, I stepped outside and walked up to the car to see what was going on. When I leaned over and peered in the window, I saw a young lady putting on a shirt. I asked if she needed any help and she replied that she was lost and trying to get directions. There was a phone on in the passenger seat, and it did indeed have a map showing on the face, so I took her at her word and shifted my line of inquiry. What was she up to tonight? A dance party. Where was she from? Salem. Would she like to come in and smoke a bowl with me? Maybe. Pointing to the window that overlooked our parking lot, I told her where she could find me if she decided to take me up on the offer, then went on my way. Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on the window.
She told me she did not feel comfortable, or safe, entering a business with a total stranger, late at night, and invited me back to her car instead. I told her I understood the need for caution and gladly accepted, grabbing my bag of weed and following her back to it. While we smoked, she explained that she had a boyfriend, but he’d stayed in Salem because he didn’t like parties, and she was not about to miss this particular one because she'd already purchased tickets. I tried to steer the conversation towards something adult/sexual in the hopes of broaching the subject without seeming like I was actually bringing it up, but couldn’t find the right moments to take advantage of. In the end, I fumbled four sentences together that lead to me asking if she wanted to fool around a bit after she was done at the rave. She would probably be rolling, and very horny, and I was happy to spend a few hours getting her off. She asked if I liked to do a few specific drugs, and I replied that I did not, but that it made it no less enjoyable for me. She seemed skeptical, and I can only guess she’d tried fucking someone who wasn’t rolling, when she was, and it had turned out badly. As is my habit, I was softly stroking my cock through my pants as we talked, and it finally caught her attention.
“Is that all you’re about?” she asked, pointing to the bulge in my pants. When I asked her to clarify, she wondered if I was just about sticking my dick in women, or if giving them pleasure in other ways was also on my agenda. Now, I have to digress for a moment and say that I am not opposed to eating a woman out at all, but she has to be clean for me to jump at the opportunity. Sparkling clean! I keep my cock, balls, and asshole clean, and smelling as good as I possibly can, and expect any woman I’m intimate with to do the same for me. Any woman who has a cunt that smells, or tastes a little strange, isn’t going to get me to put my face in it, or anywhere near it. This young lady I was talking to seemed like the kind of girl that probably didn’t smell or taste very good, so I balked. The way she dressed, and more importantly, the way she used her car like a garbage can said she probably wasn’t the cleanest of persons. The thought of sticking my face between her legs was not an instantly arousing one, so I told her that I was indeed a selfish lover. She was a beautiful gal, there’s no denying that, and I would have strapped on a condom and fucked her without hesitation, but did not want to get intimate with her otherwise.
As you can imagine, that brought the sexual talk to a grinding halt. We spent a few more minutes together, but the conversation was going nowhere, and I couldn't see the point of hanging out for one second longer. Wishing her a good evening, I stepped out of the car and went back into the break room, where I eventually lay down, and thoughts and fantasies of her tapping on the window in the middle of the night helped lead me to sleep.
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karma
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Posted:May 16, 2013 9:17 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 52829 Views
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This evening, I hopped on my bicycle to ride to the ATM real quick, just as it began to rain. Instead of changing into my gear, I simply rolled up my pant leg, so it wouldn’t rub against, or get caught in the chain, and even decided to forgo a jacket. I was literally going to travel a total of thirteen blocks, so the worst weather wasn’t going to do much to me.
As I rode, my mind was elsewhere, as it often is when I am on the bike. It’s such a familiar sensation I can often do it on autopilot, but not in an unsafe manner. I am always ultra aware of my surroundings, especially when it comes to the proximity of motor vehicles, and can often hear traffic before I encounter it. The ride may be automatic, but it is rarely dull and uneventful. It is rarely fraught with peril either, which is why I suppose I have become a bit cocky about certain things. One of these is the simple, yet often precarious act of crossing train and light rail tracks. It is very easy to take them at just the wrong angle, and the next thing you know your bicycle is going one way while you are trying to go the other. You can guess how that scenario ends.
I’ve ridden across train and light rail tracks many times, with absolutely no problems to report. So many times, and with so few issues, that I’ve gotten cocky about the fact. I look at the signs that warn bicyclists of the dangers of crossing the tracks with disdain, and even have the balls to hazard them while riding without my hands on the handlebars. Dangerous? Definitely. Cocky? You bet. And that is where karma comes in, if you believe in that sort of thing. Or maybe it’s just bad luck, or the odds finally going against me. Eventually, that which you scoff at will come back to haunt you. That is what happened to me this evening.
The light had been green for a few seconds, but I knew it only stayed that way for a few more, so I put on some speed to make sure I made it through in time. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, it had begun to rain, and I really wasn’t paying any attention to how slippery things were getting. While attempting to make a left turn, my front tire fell into a groove in the light rail tracks, and suddenly my bicycle was pulled out from underneath me. My reflexes are notoriously good in these situations, and in this case did not fail me. I reached my right hand out just in time to push off a parked car, instead of crashing straight into it, but bent the index and middle fingers back something awful in the process. Still falling forward, I managed to lightly land on the side of my left knee and then execute a single roll, coming to rest on both knees, but facing in the opposite direction. A woman who had been using the crosswalk saw me, and asked if I was okay, but I was already grabbing my bike and making sure it wasn’t damaged.
“That’s the damn tracks” I said, then hopped back on and continued to the ATM. My knee wasn’t complaining a whole lot, but the two fingers were very upset about the treatment they’d just received, and were throbbing. My breathing was heavy too, and there was certainly a lot of adrenaline pumping through me, but I felt okay for the most part. Three blocks later I arrived at the ATM and parked my bike, then stood in a small line of people who were waiting to use it. For a brief few moments it seemed like everything was going to be fine. I felt a little dizzy, and certainly there was the pain in my hand, but I marveled at how easily I had once again escaped serious injury. That’s about when the first wave of nausea hit me, and for a brief couple of moments I saw dark specks forming in front of my eyes. I recognized that I was going into shock, but standing in line for the ATM, I didn’t know how to handle it. Should I step out of line and sit down next to my bike, nonchalantly, or should I tough it out and hope my turn came up before my lunch did? Soon after, the decision was made for me when I realized I would likely pass out if I did not sit down. The timing was perfect, since the person in front of me had just finished, and there was nobody in line behind me. Taking two wobbly steps toward the wall of the bank, I sat down on the pavement in between the ATM and the night deposit drop box.
My breathing was getting heavy again, so I did my best to slow it down. No more than two minutes passed before two men approached, stepping to either side of me. They were dressed in body armor, and had pistols slung at their waist, and I watched out of the corner of my eyes as they emptied the night drop and ATM, then went on their way. I can’t be sure, because I never looked up, but I don’t think they looked at me for more than a few seconds, and certainly never acknowledged my presence. I’m sure I must have looked pale, and sick, but my clothes were not filthy or anything like that. It was probably in their best interests to not be curious. Finally, I could keep my stomach from rebelling no more, and had to lean over and vomit onto the pavement. Cars passed by on the street in front of me, and people walked by on the sidewalk on the opposite side, but nobody passed me while I puked. I heaved about five times, then sat back with great relief, feeling almost capable of getting up. That’s when a guy came around the corner to use the ATM, and encountered me there, on the ground, with a fresh puddle of puke less than a foot away.
“Having a rough time, huh?” he asked with sympathy in his voice. I apologized and explained that I had fallen off my bike and was in shock. He used the ATM quickly, then stepped away, and I was able to get up right after he did so. I took out my wallet, inserted my card, pushed the right buttons, deposited my check, and then rode back to work. Right before I made myself a meal to replace what I’d lost on the sidewalk, I stopped by the weed store and got myself some salve to rub on the fingers. I think it’s the main reason I am able to type this now, and not a few days from now when my hand starts to get better. Wonderful stuff, that salve.
I will no longer mock the people that have fallen victim to the danger of crossing train and light rail tracks, and no more will I traverse them in such a carefree manner. I was aware of the danger before, but experience has now taught me to take it seriously. In this case, I think I got off light. At 40 years old, falls like the one I had tonight could end very badly.
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Room Service
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Posted:May 12, 2013 7:18 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 51990 Views
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When I arrived at my hotel, the lady at the front desk could not find my reservation. After a few minutes of searching, we figured out I was at the wrong place (the same company owns three hotels in the area), so I quickly made my way around the corner, to the correct hotel. Upon entering the office, I was greeted by no less than four ladies, two who were trainees. All of them were attractive in their own way, and I found myself trying to be charming for their benefit. We went through the motions of checking me in, and everything seemed to go very smoothly. All four of them were friendly, and talkative, but one in particular couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of me. Every time I looked over, she was staring right back at me. This lovely lady had two facial piercings, and I complimented them, turning her cheeks a bright red in the process. When we were all finished, and I had my key in my hand, I bid all of them farewell, but kept my eyes on her as I did it. Her shoulders rose when I winked at her, but she did not look away.
I unpacked my belongings and got ready for a shower, thinking how nice it would be to have some pussy delivered right to my door as I did. During my last two back-and-forths from the car to the room, I caught sight of the front desk gal with the facial piercings standing outside the office door, smoking a cigarette. The first time I smiled, she barely smiled back, but the second time I walked by and looked over she waved at me. It was a shy, “please notice me” gesture that I found endearing, and highly arousing. When I came out of the room the third time, I didn’t hesitate to motion her over. She approached, and I nodded at the pack of cigarettes in her hand and asked if she smoked anything else? This is the kind of question that will momentarily confuse most “straight” people but will be instantly recognizable by most pot smokers. The sun was in my face, so I didn’t get to see if she blushed, but her eyes did go towards her feet when she spoke. The admission that she did smoke weed surprised me, but I did not let it show. Reaching out my hand, I touched her on the arm and asked if she wanted to join me in my room later to smoke bowls? I expected her to remind me that the room I’d chosen was a non-smoking one, but she did not do that. Instead, she told me what time her shift was over, and promised to stop by.
When I closed the door and began peeling off my clothes to take a shower, I didn’t even think about putting the “Do not disturb sign” on the door handle, outside the room. Who the hell was going to come knocking on my door anyways? It took me a few moments to gather my toiletries together and get the shower running, and when I finally got underneath the hot water I took my time, standing for a while to just let it warm me up. I like to take long showers anyways, but this particular one was happening during the start of my mini-vacation, so I wanted to revel in it as much as possible. I’m glad I did, because just moments before I was ready to shut the water off and exit the shower, someone knocked on my door. I slid the curtain aside and grabbed a towel, lightly wrapping it around my waist. It was maybe three steps to the door, so I really didn’t have time to consider who it might be, or what they might want. The door was also solid, so I also had no peephole to look through, and it seemed really silly to ask who was on the other side of the door, so I didn’t do that either. Throwing caution to the wind, I simply unlocked it, and used one free hand to swing it wide open while the other kept hold of the towel around my waist. Standing on my stoop, was the lady from the office, and in her hands she clutched an assortment of brochures meant for people/tourists looking for something to do. When I’d checked in, I’d asked a vague, random question about “adult entertainment” and received mostly blank stares from all four of them. This was, I suppose, her way of trying to help a customer find what he was looking for, but I knew damn well it went above and beyond her normal duties. My dick grew instantly hard underneath my towel.
“Come on in” I said, then stepped back and away from the door. She was left with the choice of entering, or standing on the stoop and speaking with me while I was not even visible, so I wasn’t surprised when she followed me in a moment later. Lightly shutting the door, she turned back around and offered me the flyers she’d brought, a shy but determined smile just cracking the corner of her lips. I took a step forward to grab them from her and her eyes darted down to where my hand was holding the towel, ever so briefly. The smile on my face must have matched the stunned and hungry look on hers, because when she raised her head up again, and our eyes met, she broke into a smile as well. Relieving her of the information packets, I stood as the gal who ran the front desk reached out and touched my stomach, just above the towel. I didn’t look down, but imagined my cock tenting the cotton fabric like crazy, and my smile grew even more. For reasons I don’t completely understand, I reached out and placed my hand behind her neck. With only the smallest tug, I pulled her closer to me, and used my other hand to completely loosen the towel. When her stomach pressed against mine, it fell to the floor with an audible thud, and she took in a sharp hiss of breath.
While pulling her closer, the hand on my stomach had gone to my waist, but now it reached down between us and went straight for my cock. Grabbing hold of it, she squeezed and pulled, setting alarm and pleasure bells off in my head at the same moment. This time it was me who took in a sharp hiss of breath, but then I squeezed the hand that was still around the back of her neck, and the pressure eased. Fear or reality leapt into her eyes, and suddenly she was pulling back and reaching for the door. I did not grab at the back of her neck this time, but did catch hold of her elbow and steer her back towards the bed. My hands were suddenly all over her, taking in as much as they could get while the getting was good. I wasn’t violent, just eager and sensual, and she responded. Her breathing changed from a quick-because-I’m-panicky, to a quick-because-I’m-getting-hot-and-horny in a flash, and this time when she reached out for my meat it was with a bit more caution. Not knowing how long she had to play, I tried to hurry the action, and was rebuffed. She would not take me into her mouth, just in her hand.
I did manage to grope her breasts freely (she wasn’t wearing a bra and had huge, natural tits, with very happy and alert nipples) but was also rebuffed when I attempted to gain access to her cunt. She wouldn’t even unbutton her pants so I could reach down and stick a finger in her, so I rubbed at the mound on the outside of her pants in the futile hope that it would stimulate her into changing her mind. All in all, the whole thing probably took no more than ten minutes, and just as abruptly and unexpectedly as it began, it ended. I had one hand on a breast, and the other was grabbing a fist full of hair, when she suddenly seemed to shut off. My immediate guess was that she needed to get back to work, so I was far from offended or concerned. I figured we’d just had our foreplay, and what would come after she got off shift would be the main event. Alas, there never came another knock at my door, later in the evening. I’ll never know if she lost her nerve, changed her mind, had an emergency, or what.
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plans for the weekend
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Posted:May 8, 2013 7:17 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 51776 Views
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I know I said I wouldn't be posting for a few days, but I made reservations at a beach hotel in Seaside, Oregon for the weekend, and wanted to share the wonderful news. I may be spending three days alone, doing absolutely nothing, but I'll be doing it someplace more to my liking. Friday morning, I pick up the rental car, and will be arriving at the beach and checking in around 1pm. After that it'll be a whole lot of rest and relaxation, in whatever form I can get it. My plan is to take a book, the laptop, some music, a big bag of weed, a couple of cameras (still and video), and not much else. Tomorrow I will let a few friends, and random attractive females know my plans, and invite them to join me for a bit of fun. I'm looking forward to the time alone, but don't know that I want to spend three full days without some sort of companionship. Maybe I can jump on Craigslist and see if there are some freaks planning on playing this weekend.
My room at the hotel has a King-size bed, a jacuzzi, and supposedly the best shower in the whole place. I don't know why the lady taking my reservation thought that would be a great selling point, but she sure seemed proud of it. All I really care about is peace and quiet, and if they can give me that I'll sleep in a twin-size bed and shower in a room the size of a closet if I have to. I need that quiet time to truly be able to relax. The rest is bonus.
So I'll probably post Friday, when I am settled in...
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small absence
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Posted:May 7, 2013 9:18 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 47613 Views
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I am not going to be posting for a few days. There is a great deal of work for me to complete before the weekend hits, and then I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to be doing with myself. I know that once my work week ends, I am on my own for four days, instead of heading to hang out with my girlfriend as usual. This time she is not headed out of town on business though, she just needs some time to herself/by herself, and I'm more than happy to give it to her. I might just take off for the coast for a day or two.
Look for another post in a couple days...
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better highs
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Posted:May 2, 2013 7:10 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 45684 Views
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For the majority of my weed smoking life I have been the kind of person who was simply happy to have something to smoke. It really didn't matter to me if my marijuana smelled "skunky", if there were a lot of little red hairs in it, or if it came from Alaska and had a really cool name. If it got me baked, I was fine with it, and for the most part this attitude has served me well. I can't remember the last time I got bunk weed, or smoked a bag and thought I'd been ripped off. Sure, there are some strains that are better than others, but when you are buying from a guy who is probably buying from a guy who is probably growing it in large quantities in a field or basement, you come to terms with the fact that you aren't going to know jack shit about what you're getting. If you're lucky, your dealer will make up a really cool name for it, so you know you're getting something different from the last time, but he/she is not going to sit there and tell you the percentage of THC, or even if it's an Indica or Sativa strain. Most dealers have the luxury of being this ignorant of the product they sell because they give you big discounts to make up for it. One time you'll get a strain that gets you baked, and actually helps you stay awake and be productive but the next time, it's something that slows you down and puts you to sleep. That's okay if you've only purchased a small amount, but if you buy in bulk to get the discount, you're stuck with a lot of weed you may not necessarily want to smoke. I mean, if you're the kind of person that smokes off and on all day, do you want a strain that puts you to sleep? And if you're smoking to alleviate pain, do you want something that's going to keep you awake? Probably not.
Why the hell am I talking about this? I went to the weed store today, to pick up some "flowers" (buds), and was actually able to describe to the man on the other side of the counter what I wanted to feel, and how I wanted the marijuana to affect me. There were several choices presented to me, all with clever names, but the great thing about it this time was the information that came with it. Not only did I get an understanding of what I would be inhaling, I know I can go back and get more of the exact same thing if I wind up liking it. That is crazy cool. Furthermore, it being a legitimate business means I don't have to worry about them running out. On the contrary, it seems there is plenty available, and during reasonable business hours. No more clandestine meetings in the parking lots of convenience stores in the middle of the night for me. Now I simply walk in, get helped like a regular customer, and walk back out without having to look over my shoulder as I do. It is beautiful!
Do you want to know the best thing? Like most businesses, these guys have specials, and when I went in today it was "BOGO" (Buy One Get One free) day. Not only did I get two for the price of one, it was $5 less than it normally is (most people will sell you an 1/8th for $40), and it was an actual, true 1/8th and not the 3.5 grams most people give you, if you're lucky. It was truly bizarre to be getting so much for my money, and from a business that is still wavering on legitimacy in this state. Everyone that works there is courteous, professional, helpful, knowledgable, friendly, and exactly what you'd want in an employee. Try getting that from your local grocery store clerk, barista, or anyone for that matter. It's rare indeed, yet all these pot heads seem to have no problem achieving it. Maybe they're too stoned to be miserable and take it out on customers?
So I now have these two wonderful bags, and when I partake, it will not make me drowsy. On the contrary, I smoked a nice fat bowl before I began writing this, and quite the opposite is happening. My head is pleasantly fuzzy, and I am really relaxed, but I do not feel like I desperately need to go to bed already. For the last couple of months, it has basically been a struggle to stay awake. At first it would stimulate me, but soon after I would find myself struggling to stay awake. Many times I would smoke a bowl before sitting down to watch a movie, and be unable to make it through the whole thing. I know I'm getting old, but that's ridiculous. A lot of it had to do with the fact that I was essentially smoking the wrong strain of marijuana. For the last two nights I have actually had trouble getting to sleep because I've been smoking an Indica strain, but for nearly two months prior I could barely make it past 9pm. I know I work hard, and I'm getting old, but that's pretty lame. Well, no more of that.
I also got a G-pen while I was at the weed store, which is essentially a mini vaporizer that I can use to burn and inhale hash oil with. This is necessary because I want to be able to partake in public without causing a fuss, and nobody will know I'm doing drugs when I use the G-pen. They'll just think I'm smoking an E-cigarette, and probably leave me alone. If they do ask me to stop, it won't be a big deal, with the threat of things like confiscation or calling the authorities added to the situation. I'm not much for hash oil, even though the THC conent is high, because it gives me a bit of a headache, but being able to sit at a concert and smoke while the band I came to watch is taking the stage will be a mighty wonderful experience. It makes getting away with it at work easier too.
Hooray for my drug of choice!
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"Drain&Spin"
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Posted:May 1, 2013 8:48 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 43056 Views
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My new song is called "Drain&Spin, and it is available to listen to on ReverbNation.
This is the only place you can listen to it, and purchase it, at the moment. Once I have another album together, I am going to put it up on iTunes, but I'm not sure that I'll keep the band/artist name as "K". It's not easy to search, I learned that much. I'm not going to say what the new band name would be, but will admit I've already picked it out and done artwork for the album. We'll see what happens. "Drain&Spin" would be one of the songs under the new band name. Maybe I can be coy and call it a side project...
Stop by and have a listen!
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Missed Signals
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Posted:Apr 30, 2013 8:23 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 43809 Views
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I'll be the first to admit, I am not very good at reading women, or the signals they give. My favorite story to tell is about a girl in high school who changed the way she looked and dressed to catch my attention. I remained oblivious to it the entire school year, and it wasn't until years later, when we were reminiscing one evening, that she brought it to my attention. Looking back, I totally saw what had happened, but at the time was completely clueless. This sort of blindness has followed me throughout my life, but with practice, and a little work on paying attention, I have been getting better. This has been especially true at work lately.
Before I continue, I have to make an aside; the one exception to this rule had to be the times I worked in various facets of the adult industry. When it came to reading people, I could tell you pretty accurately what a man or woman was interested in, and whether or not they'd be comfortable sharing it with me. My matter of fact manner, and nonjudgmental character made me very popular, and got me laid over and over again. People told me secrets I'm certain they've still never told another soul, and I'm extremely proud of that fact. I'm not working in porn shops any more though, or DJing at a strip club, and I don't have a social life that includes the possibility of hooking up with an available female, so I have to look to work for opportunities. My lesbian boss would be a nice fuck, as would a couple of coworkers, but ultimately I am interested in bedding a customer or two. That's where being able to read signals comes in real handy.
I recently helped out a pair of lovely ladies who were very grateful for my assistance, complimented me many times during the process, and were in general very friendly and flirty with me the whole time. One of them got close to me once or twice, for no particular reason, and touched me, while the other made a lot of eye contact and kept expressing her gratitude to me. I was polite, and did my job, but quietly tried to find a moment to take the flirting to the next level. Alas, it never quite arrived, but I was rewarded with a second opportunity when they came back the next day to pick up some larger items they'd been unable to load in their vehicle the day before. I quickly helped them, and was about to wimp out, when I decided to say one last farewell to one of the ladies. She'd been feeling tired/unwell and hadn't conversed much with me this time around, but when I stepped up to her window she grasped my arm, and held on to it tightly. We exchanged pleasantries, and once again she paid me a compliment. I couldn't hold myself back at that point, and blurted out an invitation to drinks some evening.
Without taking her eyes off of me, or loosening her grip from my arm, the lady I'd been speaking with said they'd would be delighted. Her companion nodded enthusiastically enough, but did not speak, and I was quite satisfied with that. I looked back from her to find a lovely pair of eyes still gazing at me, and smiled. There was no way I was missing this signal. Taking my cue, I leaned forward, and the two of us discussed when we would next meet. The conversation was brief, but a great deal was said. We will not be getting together for a traditional date of any kind, definitely won't be going to a bar to get drunk, and will most likely only have a few hours together. I take it she is either extremely busy and on a very tight schedule, or cheating on her man. Either way, the things that went unsaid were loud and clear to me, and I believe we were making a date to fuck, or get freaky, or something along those lines. I know it won't be a threesome, which is okay with me, but damn it if the less attractive of the two isn't the one interested in me. She's no dog, just not the pick of the litter either. My motto of "a hole is a hole" will serve me well in this particular situation, and there's no telling where it'll all lead. Maybe the ladies talk, and I'll get such good reviews that they'll both want to play with me.
I have a phone number, a name, and a date. When it all goes down, you'll be hearing about it right here!
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2 Year Anniversary Show!
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Posted:Apr 29, 2013 10:16 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 41668 Views
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I have been a DJ at WTNRradio for two whole years! To celebrate, I put together another wonderfully diverse show for everyone to enjoy.
As of this posting, my show is still at #2 on the "Hot Shows" list, so stop by and have a listen to what a lot of other people think is a pretty damn good bunch of music.
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belated post for the weekend
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Posted:Apr 28, 2013 2:47 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 5:1 am 42638 Views
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I know it's Sunday, the weekend is pretty much over for some of you, but here's something I wrote late Thursday evening:
Another work week completed, another extended weekend to look forward to, but without my girlfriend. She is in Canada for a few days, on business, which means I am left to my own devices. The month is nearly over, and I've done horrible on video sales, so I should really spend the weekend getting some work done on my own business ventures. I also need to officially release my newest song, which is finally complete and ready for all to hear. So, maybe it'll be a busy weekend, and I won't have time to miss my girlfriend. Or notice the lack of sex.
Last night I spoke with a gentleman who runs a place where people can get medical marijuana, and today visited his business to see about getting a device very much like an E-cigarette, called a G-pen. It burns hash oil and has many benefits. Chief among these - I will now be able to get high in public, whenever I want. No more will I have to sneak in the bathroom and take a toke, just before the band I am watching hits the stage. There is no tell-tale odor, it looks just like an E-cigarette, and I will no longer be inhaling butane when I partake. For those of you who don't regularly use marijuana like me, it seems silly to say it, but I've actually found a way to take my drugs in a healthier manner. My girlfriend is happy because it means I won't have to stink up her bathroom when I come over for the weekends. I don't have to worry about that this weekend though, which is a good thing, because the guy was all out of G-pens so I picked up something else, to tide me over for the weekend. It is currently stinking up the lower half of the townhouse. Strong stuff!
The ladies that assisted me at the dispensary were very nice, incredibly attractive, and more attentive to me than the rest of the who were in at the same time. One of them got up from behind her desk, came over and sat down next to me, and started a conversation that was just on the edge of awkward the whole time. Before I left, I invited her to spend some time with me after she got off work, and was not surprised to hear her jump at the opportunity. She made sure I repeated when I was available, before I left, which is a pretty sure sign of interest. I can't imagine these ladies don't have boyfriends, but who knows how open or unfulfilling their relationships are. I honestly don't care, but I do wonder. Can't help it. It makes it so much more exciting to know they are choosing you despite the possible commitments/agreements they have with others. The lady who did not get close and flirty, but still helped me out quite a bit is adorable, but I am almost certain she has a man. I've seen them in her car together.
They work very close to where I do, and get off work when I am still around, so there are possibilities to be explored. We can get high, wander around the place I work, wind up in the mannequin area, and see what develops. There is something mysterious and magical about them that gets people in the mood. I think it's the fact that the majority of them are nude, and very well built, so they are appealing to the eye and libido. We have clothes for the mannequins, and I try to dress the majority that are out on the sales floor, but we certainly don't have enough to cover everyone. "Nudity" is prevalent in my area. When I lug them around, I put my hand in the crotch and lift, and this usually elicits various responses from men and women alike. I listen for the ones that sound like they enjoy what they are seeing and do my best to turn the moment into an opportunity to flirt. Any woman who grabs the private parts of a mannequin without hesitating or acting embarrassed is going to have my full interest, no matter her physical appearance. A willing hole is a willing hole, after all.
And speaking of willing holes, I made another quick jaunt to the glory holes a couple nights ago, to try out a condom again. Not only did I easily get one on, I successfully had about forty minutes of fun while wearing it. I'm not certain, but I think the same guy that gave his ass up to me last time, sucked me off this time. He was persistent, and attentive, but never did make me cum. I left the room I'd been occupying and tried another one for a brief few minutes, but nothing wonderful came of that. I left without getting off again, but still walked away happy with the experience. Now it's time to use a condom on a cunt. I'm done with the glory holes for a while, unless they feature a woman on the other side of the wall.
Another work week looms on the horizon, but I am actually looking forward to it. I am going to get back, upload my radio show for WTNRradio, upload my new song "Drain&Spin" to ReverbNation, and see what else I can accomplish after my straight/day job. It promises to be a productive week.
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