Thursday, June 30, 2005

Reservations Confirmed...


Invitation Only

We may be visiting an exclusive club tonight. It is by reservation only, to be confirmed this afternoon.

I am nervous that they will not call.

I am nervous that they will.

If they do, this will be a very exciting evening.

Too bad it's on a school night. :)

I think I know what I'm wearing. And not wearing.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Today is Crap

I have 2 hours and 17 minutes to set up a workstation for a person starting tomorrow. Thanks for the advance notice, morons. You're lucky I have a spare machine and monitors to give them.


Accounting. Sucks. Ass.

There was an upgrade to the accounting module we use at work this week. I am not in accounting. I never used the old module. So my boss decides that "if anyone has any questions, just ask jAG." Yeah. Thanks a ton. It's not enough to get complaints about a system I know how to use. But one where I am totally clueless? That's nice. All week I have been getting questions about things that make no sense to me and today was one complaint after another.


Some people need to stop talking much sooner than they do.

"You're roses are pretty. What's the occasion?"

"Our anniversary was Monday."

"Oh, how nice, can I smell them?"


Now would have been a good time to end the conversation. But no...

"I came home last Friday and my husband had roses for me. Pink roses! I was like 'Thanks, finally after 12 years you realize that women like roses that aren't red! Red is so boring. We like other colors.'"


"Ok, well talk to you later. Gotta get back to work."


2 hours and 7 minutes. Better get to work.

Monday, June 20, 2005

A Picture Share!

I don't deserve these.

A Picture Share!

I still got these.

Happy Anniversary. Again.

Today is our anniversary. 2 years. I'd be happier about it today, but I did some selfish things yesterday, and now feel quite guilty and unworthy. Acting like a martyr, as some would like to say. Sorry, it's one of my few talents. If you can call it that.

Anywho, happy anniversary R.

Sorry about, well, ruining Father's Day AND your birthday.

I am unworthy.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Happy Anniversary

I guess today is my 1 year blog anniversary.

Yay me.

R has been scolding me for not blogging much lately. But I can't from work, and at home I never seem to be able to just sit down in front of the computer and think of anything to say.

I keep trying...

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Sunset over the sea Posted by Hello

Beautiful water Posted by Hello

Pool bar Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Saturday, Late Morning

"I need a quickie. Go somewhere and take your shorts off and bend over so I can fuck you from behind."

What? Um, ok. Where's the kid? In her room watching TV with the door shut. OK. I gotta pee first.

I get up, go pee and come out of the bathroom. R is at the end of the hallway, checking on his youngest to make sure "she's ok". Meaning to make sure she isn't going to come out of her room anytime soon wanting something from Dad.

He shoves me into the bedroom, pulls down my little orange Old Navy sweat shorts and pushes me over the bed. I hear his shorts drop to the floor.

He rams his dick in me and pulls out. He rams it in me again. He starts thrusting, silently but hard and fast. I grip the comforter in my hands, and keep my mouth closed so I won't make a sound. He pumps in and out, harder and faster, and pulls my hair a little. I am so wet I am wishing this wasn't going to be a quickie. He puts His hands on my hips and thrusts even harder as He pulls me to Him. I love when His hands are on my waist like that. It makes me feel small and sexy. His cock feels so good, so hard. He keeps thrusting, and I know He's trying not to make a sound either. He whispers "Oh God baby, I'm gonna cum". but He doesn't pull out and spray it all over my face like He usually does. He pulls on my hips and holds me tight against Him and I can feel His cock pulsating, pumping His cum into me. He cums for what seems like a longer than usual, then releases me and hands me a t-shirt to clean myself up with.

He kisses me on the head and says "Sorry."

"For what?"

"For abusing you."

"No you're not."

He smiles, kisses me again, and says, "You're right."

I love when He owns me.