Rendezvous Part II

[Click here for Part I]

Pushing her thighs apart, I zero in on her pussy.  Her wetness is readily apparent, her lips slightly open, a little triangle of blonde hair above.  Almost tentatively, I started to lick her pussy, darting in and out of her opening, dancing across her clit, gently sucking her into my mouth.

Oh my god that feels so good…

She grabs my head, pressing my face into her, encouraging me on.  Her breathing quickens as I continue, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.  I slip one finger inside her, feeling her tightness, probing deep, gently finger-fucking her as I eat her pussy and bring her over the top, delighting in the feel of lips pressed against my face as she bucks her hips, spreading her juices on my face.

As her orgasm subsides, I relax and lean back, admiring the view before me.  Her face is flushed, chest heaving, nipples erect, and her breath is still coming in quick gasps.

Look at me, cuming like that, and we haven’t even gotten you out of your clothes yet

Should we do something about that?

Stand up

I comply, and she stands as well, reaching for the buttons on my shirt.  Opening one button, kissing my upper chest, making her way down, slowly, revealing my chest then my stomach, kissing her way down my torso.  Unbuckling my pants, opening the button on my slacks, slowly pulling down the zipper.  I toss my shirt aside as she pulls down my pants.  I quickly pull off my socks (can’t leave the socks on…), leaving my standing there in nothing but my briefs, my erect cock almost painfully obvious.

She touches me over the microfiber fabric, rubbing the length of my cock, kissing me, tasting herself on my face.

My turn…

She kneels down, pulling down my briefs, freeing my cock from it’s confines.  I run my fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that I can watch.  She doesn’t hesitate and takes me deep in her mouth.  She rests her hands on my hips, controling the movement of my hips.  But I’ve got a firm handfull of hair and have control of her head.  I start to thrust, controling the depth and speed of my strokes in and out of her mouth.  She doesn’t object, so I continue, pushing my cock deep, practically making her gag and sputter at times, then holding it there, testing her limits.

I want to feel you cum in my mouth…

She wraps her lips around me, and I resume fucking her face.  She surrenders, letting me control the pace, only keeping her lips tight around my shaft.  Faster than I can ever remember, I feel my orgasm building, them pull out of her mouth just as I start to cum, watching myself cum into her open mouth, until she takes me back in, swallowing it all as she simultaneously sucks after last drop out of me.

She stands up and kisses me, sharing the lingering remains of my cum in her mouth with me.

Breaking the kiss, she looks at me and quips “So, you want to get some dinner, I’m hungry!”

Damn, all that and a sense of humor?  I’m hooked…

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I have no idea if I’ll write another chapter in this story.  I know my blog friend who inspired this liked part one [you might be able to figure out who she is from the comments...] so I think her response to part two will influence if there is a part three.

Happy Friday everyone!

HNT Contrasts

For most of the last week the weather has been glorious in New England.  So much so that I was working in the yard without a shirt on over the weekend.  Darling Boy, wanting to be just like dad [I'm enjoying it while I can, since he'll inevitably want nothing to do with me someday...], took his shirt off as well.

After a while, we took a break, went inside for a drink, and I put my shirt back on, while DB insisted on leaving his off.  I said to him “Why aren’t you wearing your shirt now that we’re inside?”

What? Sometimes it’s good to be half naked!

I swear to God, I almost spit out my beer.  That’s my boy!

Today seemed like the perfect day to share that little anecdote!

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Along with the nice weather, I’ve been getting in a lot of miles on my bicycle.  Almost 90 miles in the last 5 days alone!  With the exception of the short while on Saturday when DB and I were shirtless, riding time is the only time I’m getting any sun.  Which leads to some interesting tanlines.  Right now, only parts of my arms and legs have any color.  The rest of me is still rather pale in comparison.  See?

*click-click* for another view

You ever have one of those weeks where the execution of the concept you have in mind for your HNT doesn’t live up to your expectations?  Yeah, I’m having one of those weeks.  The picture is boring and the contrast between the tan skin and pale skin didn’t come out as well as I hoped.  Even as Veronica was taking them I wasn’t happy with the results.  Oh well, there’s always next week.  Or The Other HNT today;-)

Veronica is continuing through the alphabet and getting leid this week.  You should check it out!

Don’t forget to visit Osbasso and see who else is partaking in the HNT fun this week!

Funnies

I’m in a light-hearted mood today and don’t feel like putting the effort into any of the posts I have started.  So here are some funnies to help get you through your hump day!

Three birds are sitting on a wire. A gunman shoots one of the birds. How many birds are there left on the wire?”
The boy pauses. “None”, he replied.
“No, no, no. Let’s try again,” the teacher says patiently. She holds up three fingers.
“Three birds are sitting on a wire. A gunman shoots one,” she puts down one finger, “how many birds are there left on the wire?”
“None”, the boy says with authority.
The teacher sighs. “Tell me how you came up with that.”
“It’s simple,” says the boy, “after the gunman shot one bird, he scared the other two away.”
“Well,” she says, “it’s not technically correct, but I do like the way you think.”
“Okay,” chimes the boy, “now let me ask you a question. There are three women sitting on a bench eating popsicles. One woman is licking the popsicle, one woman is biting the popsicle, and one is sucking the popsicle.
Which one is married?” he asked innocently.
The teacher looked at the boy’s angelic face and writhed in agony, turning three shades of red.
“C’mon,” the boy said impatiently, “one is licking the popsicle, one is biting, and one is sucking. Which one is married?”
“Well,” she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied, “the one who’s sucking?”

“No,” he says with surprise, “the one with the wedding ring on. But I like the way you think.”

My kind of boy!!

One for Jobthingy…

TMI Tuesday 184

After the response to Stretch, Veronica asked me just what it is about trying fisting that is arousing and erotic to me.

And I didn’t have an answer.  All I know is that I like the idea, the mental image of seeing my hand inside her, the thought of how it might feel.

At some point I hope to come back to this and write more, once I’ve had the time to gather my thoughts.  In the meantime, I’d like to ask my readers who have tried this, what did/do you find arousing?  Please tell me.  If you’re not comfortable leaving a comment disclosing this, you can e-mail me and I’ll keep your thoughts between us.

Veronica has her own thoughts about what she finds erotic about it, so perhaps she’ll share them when I return to this topic some other time.

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Another week of questions from an anonymous contributor.  Since Veronica is the only long-term lover I’ve ever had, some of my answers may be brief.

1. Have you ever had angry sex?

Yes.  Sometimes make-up sex happens when you’re still mad at someone and that anger fuels the aggression in bed.

2. Pity sex?

No. I can’t imagine having sex with someone because I feel bad for them.  Not going to do that, ever.

3. “Oh well, I might as well” sex?

Sure.  There have been times when I haven’t been in the mood [yes, it happens for guys too!] but she’s been really horny, so what the hell, I get myself into the mood.  And I think the same attitude applies when we get started, only to discover that either her period has started early, or isn’t quite gone yet, and things get a little messy.  That’s an “Oh well, we’ve already started anyway, might as well continue” situation.

4. One-of-you-knew-it-was-goodbye-and-the-other-didn’t sex?

Never.  I’m still with the woman I lost my virginity too.

5. Don’t-remember-having-it sex?

Never.  If I’m drunk enough to have a lapse in memory, I’m drunk enough that I wouldn’t be able to get it up.  Of course, after almost 19yrs together, I’m sure there are instances where Veronica might say “Remember when…?” and I won’t have a clue

6. Regret-it-afterward sex?

Once. Readers of our old invite-only blog might remember Ned and Ann.  Not only was the sex bad [scroll down for the bonus question!], afterward Veronica had what she succinctly called “worst. sex. ever.” but she felt pressured to fuck him because I was so hot for Ann.  That entire experience was a mistake.

7. Can’t-remember-his/her-name sex?

No.  And I still remember every one of them.  Not that there’s been that many.

8. Never-knew-his/her-name sex?

Well, I knew her stripper name.  Her real name?  Not a freakin’ clue.  And I don’t know the last names of several swinging partners.

Bonus: What was the worst single sexual experience of your life?

Back to Ned and Ann.  I inadvertantly pressured Veronica into fucking Ned so that I can fuck Ann, then Ann was the single worst lay of my life.  Boring oral skills, I can’t remember her saying a word the entire time we were nekkid, and she literally just layed there.  She quite possibly had the best body of any lover I’ve ever had, yet I’d never fuck her again.

As far as consequences go, paying for sex and getting caught by Veronica.  ‘Nuff said.

Rambling

I literally have 5 posts started and can’t seem to get into the groove I need to finish any of them.  So instead, you’re getting a miscellany post…

We had a great weekend.  It practically felt like summer around here, with temperatures in the mid-80s on Saturday and Sunday.  The kids played outside a lot, Veronica and I worked in the yard, I spent some time lounging on the hammock, and we got out with friends on Friday and Saturday nights.  I even got to ride all 3 bikes [road, mountain, and motorcycle] and have the sunburned forearms and neck to prove it.  Does that make me a redneck?

I sent a bunch of pictures in for Tits for Troops yesterday from Veronica and I.    I was looking at the calendar to figure out when I would need to send pictures in again when I realized that I will be heading to Seattle 4 weeks from tomorrow.  Which is a blessing and a curse.  It’s a blessing because Veronica is coming with me [without the kids!!!] and we’re getting to spend a few days with a blogger couple that we’ve become very good friends with.  But it’s a curse because the main reason for the trip is because I’m presenting at a conference, have a ton of work to do between now and then, and am behind schedule.  In fact, I might start panicking any day now

Speaking of Tits for Troops, if you’re not contributing, why the heck not?  It’s easy, just send a picture of your chest [it doesn't have to be nekkid, but nekkid is good ] to tftroops at gmail dot com.  Obviously, guys are welcome to contribute as well, though it seems that Sage and I are the only guys who ever contribute.

This Sunday I’m riding in the Five Boro Bike Tour of New York City, covering 43 miles, plus another 10-12 miles getting to and from the starting and ending points.  I last did the ride in 2003 and am really looking forward to riding it again.  Plus, on Saturday evening I’m hoping to get together with some friends from high school.  I literally have not seen anyone, except 2 or 3 people who went to the same college as me, in the 21 yrs since I graduated.  But my friend Carol, who I reconnected with on Facebook and wrote about here, offered to arrange a gathering of old friends since I’ll be in town.  Should be a good time.

Hope everyone has a great week!

Stretch

Sunday morning.  The bedroom windows are cracked open, the ceiling fan is humming, and we’re basking in the glow of hot morning sex.  [In part, to make up for Veronica passing out drunk last night when we got home from Dina and Dereks.  lol...]

I look over at my wife to find her with her thighs spread and rubbing herself.  What are you doing?

Why don’t you take advantage of how wet I am with your cum inside me?

My hand slides down her belly, pushing her own hand away, finding the mixture of her own lubrication and my cum dripping out of her.  I alternate between rubbing her clit and slipping one finger, just one, deep inside her slick cunt until she has a quick orgasm.

Give me another finger

Two fingers inside her pussy now, probing, reaching, rubbing that spot on the front wall of her pussy that makes her feel so good.  Wet, squishy noises are my fingers slide in and out of her.

Another finger?

My ring finger joins the other two, opening her wider, starting to really stretch her open now.  We’re kissing and my other hand is gently rubbing a breast.  For several minutes all I do is give her a 3 finger fucking, opening her pussy more, exploring the limits of the stretch that she can take.

Put your cock inside me, feel how you’ve stretched me out

I slip inside, easily, feeling how open and wet she is.  I stroke her with my cock for a few moments then ask, Do you want to me to keep going?  Should I get the lube?  [Natural lubrication does have its limits]

Yes

I grab the bottle, generously coating my left hand with lube.  Two, then three fingers slide inside her.  I take care to spread the lube around her swollen lips.  My pinky finger joins the other three, really stretching her now, perhaps more than I ever have before.  My hand is in a vertical position, my thumb resting on top of her clit.  But I’m not going to rub, I want her to concentrate on relaxing and feeling the pleasure/pain of the stretch deep in her cunt.  For a more moments I work all four fingers in and out, going deeper, until not only my fingers but the palm of my hand in enveloped by her.  Occasionally I remove one or tw0 fingers and continue to finger fuck her, adding fingers again as I wish.  The only thing stopping me from going deeper is my thumb.

I gently ask if she still wants more.

Yes, but be gentle.

I withdraw my hand and add more lube.  Not unlike anal, I suspect that when attempting to fist my wife, there is no such thing as too much lube!  I tuck my thumb into the palm of my hand so that all five fingers form a cone shape of sorts and begin probing.  I reach until my hand is in almost to the widest point.  There is no way to make my hand any smaller, it’s up to Veronica.  I pause, letting her relax and get used to my hand.  A few more millimeters of stretch and we’ll be past the widest part of my hand.  I want to see my hand, up to my wrist, inside her cunt.

Pushing, gently, feeling her pussy resist, looking down and seeing her lips stretched open, straining to accept my hand.  But I sense she’s had enough and I back out.  Three fingers in her now, and I can really feel how much I’ve opened her up.  I describe to her how far I made it and how little we have to go before we pass the point of maximum stretch and my hand narrows to the wrist.

One more try, do it again

I push in again, quickly reaching the same point as before.  Then stopping, letting her relax, coaching her to breathe deep and relax, release the tension in her body.  We giggle when we realize that the memory of childbirth classes is appearing and she’s started Lamaze breathing!

A little deeper now, opening her a fraction more than before.  But then

That’s enough sweetie, I don’t think I can take any more right now

I withdraw my hand and move up to lay alongside her.  We kiss and smile, grinning at the wonder of what we just spontaneously did.

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Veronica and I had explored fisting, as foreplay, several weeks ago.  This is an activity that I was always curious about and aroused by images of, but never so much so to suggest it to her.  Then friends of ours, cross-country blog friends who occasionally play with fisting, shared some extremely intimate photos of his hand inside her, to the wrist.  Veronica, who had previously associated fisting with gay men putting their hands in each others asses, was turned on, to her surprise and mine.  I told her that if she ever wanted to try that, all she had to do was ask.  To our anonymous blog friends, thank you for inspiring us to push our boundaries!

Blog Stats and Commenting

I’ve written before about the built-in blog stats feature of WordPress and while it doesn’t do some things I wish it would (and Sitemeter isn’t compatible with WordPress; any other WordPress users have recommendations for me?), it’s still pretty good.  One stat it provides is a summation of visits from a particular blog.  Check out this list of the top referrers for the past 30 days, as of this morning:

It’s no surprise that I get more referrals from my wife’s blog that anywhere else, nor I am surprised by the visitors that come my way via Ms. I, Southern Vixen, Suburban Hotwife, SwingerWife and most of the others on that list.  But 231 people came from my old blog, a blog that has been lying dormant since January 31, when I modified it to automatically forward visitors to this site.  I deleted every single post, except for the last one, in early January.  Update your freakin’ blogrolls and bookmarks already, would ya?  Not that I really care that much, since after all you are still visiting me, which I greatly appreciate it

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Speaking of appreciation, everyone should know that I’m a whore for comments, right?  And I try my best to leave comments on the blogs I regularly read.  I have a few pet peeves about commenting, then stumbled across a post that Riff Dog wrote about this very topic.  Since he mentioned that he was only going to leave it up for a few days, I copied it and am sharing it here.

Word Verification – This keeps bugging me and I keep wanting to say something about it, but the time is never right, so let me just get this off my chest now and then I’ll feel better about it. ‘Kay?

Presumably the reason for “Word Verification” in a Comments Section is to prevent spam. That’s a valid concern. But I don’t have any kind of safety measures in place here on “Ashley and Me,” yet I only get spammed maybe once a month. That’s it!

So what do I do on the rare occasion that such a horror occurs? I simply hit the trash can icon next to the spam comment, check the box for “Delete Permanently” and voila! Spam gone! Granted, some readers who read the spam before I deleted it may be traumatized by the promise of “Click here to see amazing tits!” But I think they’ll get over it.

So IMHO, word verification isn’t all that necessary. Especially given how much of a pain in the ass it is. Yes, I said it! It’s a pain in the ass!

Word Verification slows me down a lot. I have trouble with it and I get the “words” wrong about 20% of the time. Maybe it’s just me, but I look at a string of “v’s” and wonder is that one “v” and a “w” or is it all “v’s” . . . and is that other letter an “i” or a “j?” So I mess up a lot and have to redo them, with all the accompanying slow page load times and whatnot.

Plus, if I don’t finish the comment soon enough (because someone walks in the room or if I’m multitasking,) the first “word” times out and becomes invalid. (Blogger only gives you 5 or 10 minutes before the “word” becomes invalid.) So I have to do it again, even if I got the letters right.

And maybe it’s just Safari, but every so often, the “word” doesn’t load right and I get that square with the question mark in it. So I have to hit “Refresh.” Always with that few seconds of wait time for the page to load. Pain in the ass.

I hate that mother fucking Word Verification.

Now, on another front, some people have “Comment Moderation.” I’m not crazy about Comment Moderation either, but I can understand its obvious security role. In fact, I consider using it from time to time.

But what I don’t get are the blogs that have BOTH word verification AND comment moderation. What possible scenario requires both levels of security???

Oh, and one other thing – Why do some *private* blogs have Word Verification??? Are people you personally invited in the habit of spamming your blog?

Anyway, I don’t expect that anyone should change their comments settings just because of my little rant. But if you’ve been on the fence about it and have contemplated changing your comment preferences, well, you know what my vote is.

Hopefully no one takes offense. Just something I needed to get off my chest. There. I feel better now.

Thank you, Riff.  I couldn’t have said it better myself, which is why I stole it from you!  Hope you don’t mind.

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It’s a beautiful day outside, so I’m off to do some spring cleaning in the yard, then go for a bike ride this afternoon.

Oh, did I mention that Veronica and I had a date with a new couple last night?  Or that we’re going over to Dina and Derek’s house this evening?  I didn’t? Ooops 

Veronica the Chick Magnet

We walk into the strip club, surveying the scene.   This was not our “usual” club, relatively close to home, but one a little further away, in another state even, and much more umm permissive, in what one might expect compared to the clubs in our home state.  In fact, the last time I was here, alone, I fucked a stripper in a dark corner made a special friend.

But tonight’s visit was meant as a warm-up, almost nothing more than a fun way to kill a little time.  You see, Veronica’s mom was visiting and insisted that we get out for a date.  And who were we to argue with her?!  Our final destination was to be a swingers club that we had heard a bit about, but it did not open until 10pm.

We find an empty table and order our drinks.  Before the waitress even has the chance to return with our drinks, two young ladies come over to say hi.  In our experience, strippers are a little less aggressive with couples, thinking that the woman might get peeved by them, and we often have to invite a stripper to join us once she gets off stage.  But not tonight.  These 2 waste no time checking out Veronica, complimenting her on her dress and looks.  Next thing I know, one of them is asking if she can kiss her, and of course Veronica says yes, and they exchange a quick tongue kiss.  The other stripper decides she wants some of Veronica and asks if she can kiss her too.

Damn, not even 10 minutes in the club and Veronica has tongue-kissed 2 strippers!  Me?  I’m practically being ignored by them, but I don’t really care.  Besides, I love to watch Veronica enjoy herself with another woman and am happy to remain on the sidelines.  Of course, in the bedroom I’ll only watch for so long…

But, these girls aren’t quite our type, and we suspect they might be a little drunk, so we decline their offers for private dances upstairs.  Within a matter of minutes, another stripper comes along, and starts flirting right away with Veronica.  Damn, there are a lot of girl-friendly dancers in here tonight!  The ladies chatted a bit, then it was the dancers turn on the stage, but before she left she promised to return.

For a while we sat back and enjoyed the scene.  The ladies of questionable age, of questionable sobriety, of questionable taste in tattoos…  This club is like no other I’ve ever been in.  Otherwise beautiful young ladies with numerous, large, garish, tattoos, including one lady with a fairly large tattoo right between her tits.

And then she appeared.  Tall [maybe it was the shoes...], a stunning beauty with hardly any makeup, trim figure, nice display of cleavage, and a quick, ready smile.  Practically a ray of sunshine in the dark club.

She walks right up to Veronica, kneels down to her level and says “Hi, I’m Paige.  But you can call me by my real name, Michelle.”  She goes on to ask if we’re on a date, and practically squeals with delight when she learns that we’ve been married for 15 years!  Yes, Michelle, I do realize that I have perhaps the coolest wife ever!  After a few minutes, Veronica decides that I need the first dance from Michelle!  And who am I to argue?

Off we go to the private dance area upstairs.  Let’s just say she is very good and is not shy about my touching her breasts, thighs, hips or ass.  She grinds herself into my noticable hard-on several times, grinning in approval.  But I behave and only get one dance from her.  During the dance I remind her that Veronica is bi and is looking forward to getting a dance from her as well.  “Will you mind if I molest her?” she mischeviously asks?  “Only if she doesn’t tell me about it afterward” was my reply.

Once downstairs, she excuses herself to go to the ladies room, then learns that she is due onstage soon.  I return to Veronica’s side and tell her about the dance.  I jokingly observe “I bet if you play your cards right, you can get her phone number.”  Since we’re perfectly happy to wait for Michelle to return, and we don’t have an unlimited budget for the night, we happily turn away several other dancers who approach us.  Including the first pair that had each kissed Veronica earlier and appeared to have gotten drunker in the time being.

We watch Michelle onstage, and as she is finishing and gathering up the singles laying around the stage, I suggest to Veronica that perhaps she should just meet Michelle by the stage steps, since that is on the way from our seats to the private dance area.  And off she goes!

For 15 mintues I sit there, alone, fending off a steady stream of ladies.  What are they doing up there?  It’s been at least 3 if not 4 songs.  While I hope she’s having fun, at $30 a song I also hope she’s not breaking the bank!

Then, they reappear, smiling and laughing as they return to the table.  They take their seats and Michelle immediate observes “My god, her tits are perfect!”.  Oh, you saw them?

As it turns out, they touched and sucked each other nipples and kissed quite a bit.  Michelle really enjoyed opening Veronica’s wrap dress to reveal her open-cup bra and little g-string.  And apparently the wrap dress ended up on the floor at one point with the ladies touching each other all over.

And I was right!  Veronica got Michelle’s phone number!

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Regrettably, the swingers club was much less fun than the strip club.  I have no idea where I got the idea, but I thought the club had on-premise play areas, but I was wrong.  I wish I knew where I got that idea!  Of course, there was literally not one couple, of the 20 or so there, that we had the least bit of interest in.  Maybe we were there too early in the night, but it was basically an overpriced dance club.  Oh well, live and learn.

But we did get a strippers phone number and have some *hot* sex when we got home!

HNT Welcum Home Edition

After 4 days away I returned home to my lovely family.  Darling Boy came running to the door crying “Daddy’s home, daddy’s home!” and gave me a big hug and kiss.  Veronica was next, and gave me an even bigger hug and kiss.  Princess Persistent?  Ehh, she was too interested in Go Diego Go and her dish of ice cream to care.  Oh well, two out of three isn’t bad…

Of course, once the kids were asleep and Veronica was done texting naughty thoughts to Sarah, we properly re-introduced ourselves.  If you’ve already seen her HNT this week, you know that it’s the letter K for kitchen, and she had originally written we had never fucked in the kitchen before.  We took care of that Wednesday evening.  See for yourself.

*click-click* for the outcum

It’s good to be home

Go visit Veronica if you haven’t already done so and don’t forget to see who else is getting nekkid over at Osbasso’s place!

And now I’m off to bed to fuck Veronica for a 2nd time tonight…

Notes from Nawlins…

I’m staying in a very nice hotel, very close the convention center AND Bourbon St.  But, wtf is it with a hotel charging $280 per night and then having the balls to charge $15 per 24 hrs for wireless internet access?  So instead I took my laptop to the convention center where there is free public w-fi and I’m sitting on a remarkably uncomfortable wooden bench as I catch up on e-mail and write this quick post…

I was hoping to meet a blogger friend on Sunday but she could not get away from home and had to cancel.  *pout*  But, she did call me on Friday to tell me the bad news in person, which I appreciated her reaching out like that instead of just sending me an e-mail.  [We had never spoken before that.]  And, I got to hear her amazingly sexy and cute southern accent, which is such a delicious contrast to the naughty persona on her blog.

I went out to dinner on Sunday with some old grad school friends, including my former doctoral advisor.  Someone asked if I had any recent pictures of the kids to show, so I dutifully reached for my phone, but then had to be real careful since there are quite a few indecent pics of me, Veronica, and, umm, others on my phone!

What the hell is in a hurricane that is so potent?  Holy hell!  Two of those at Pat O’briens last night and I was done, stick a fork in me and get my ass to bed.  Or am I just getting old and can’t handle my liquor any more?

I head home tomorrow and can’t wait to see Veronica and the kiddos!