D. doesn't work Fridays during the summer, meaning, despite the lack of federal holiday, I've got him for a three day weekend, which has been quite a charming change. The one minor snag being that, even though I took Friday off, I needed to call into a sprint planning meeting with the various team leads from 10-11am. To put a positive spin on the ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when my hungry mouth is ranging from ass to cock to throat and back, I wish I could just tear out bloody chunks of my boyfriend and greedily swallow them.

But I figure he'd only let me get away with that once.

Almost everyone was in a funk at today's 9:30 AM dev huddle. The gray, drizzling weather joined with the massive amount of pollen, cherry blossom droppings and assorted Spring detritus to make for a series of morose and muddy Monday meetings ( Read more... )

It just occurred to me that I am rapidly approaching the six month mark with this house and I've only had sex in two out of seven rooms (two out of eleven if you include bathrooms).

I can be a little single-minded at times, particularly when it comes to foodstuffs. I don't enjoy eating for the most part and there are just a handful of dishes that delight me (at least during the initial three bites, before I become bored, disinterested or disgusted by them). As a consequence of this, one of the worst moves D. can make is to ( Read more... )

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Doubtless due to some combination of workplace anxiety, excessive down comforter heat and constant leg and back pain, my dreams have been disturbingly vivid as of late.

A couple morning's back, I awoke after what seemed to be the second hour straight of sucking jr_red's cock, an act equally arousing and interminable. What was particularly memorable ( ( Read more... )

The Princess Diana theme party went well, despite the fact that I somehow forgot the two dozen Di-related People magazine covers I cut for decoration. Still, the hastily thrown together corner shrine looked pretty impressive (photo to follow). The Di-themed Clue game (Died) ran three hours, which, while perhaps a bit long, was not interminable. ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if I will still dream about high school when I am eighty. This morning, perhaps inspired by A.'s retelling of a similar event that occurred to V. recently, I was accused of licentious intentions toward a younger student (a sixteen year old sophomore who looked more like fourteen). I cannot speak to the validity of the school ( Read more... )

A. refuses to see Shrek the Third because of the role the second film played in his DUI. Leave it to an inveterate gambler to superstitiously draw correlation between attending a children's flick and his subsequent decision to go home, drink a bottle of Scotch while watching The Sopranos, then take the car for a spin at 1 a.m. in search of ( Read more... )