Holiday Hell
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Posted:Oct 10, 2007 5:15 am
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2007 1:39 am
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OH MY GOD!!
In order to save myself the trauma of re-living the ordeal I shall not go into detail; suffice it to say that the guy who invited me to stay with him at his place on a lake in Maine was not good company! He was about as easy going as a rattle snake in a rest room!
At least he was not actively aggressive - he wasn't unpleasant to me, just generally unpleasant, and short of saying "bugger this for a game of soldiers" and legging it in the hire car, I couldn't get away from him. He paid for the flights and the car hire and I was supposed to be his "fishing guru" but as I tried to tell him before we started; there is never any substitute for local advice, and as it turned out he's not great at taking advice. I quickly realized that I had not been invited as a friend, but virtually as an employee! I made the decision to put up with it and make the best of a bad situation, but I did end up telling him what I really thought of him on the last day, which was strained to say the least.
The lake was beautiful, New England was beautiful, the American people were beautiful. Had they not been I might have had to kill myself. At one point I nearly decided to give up and go touring in the car, maybe to look up a blog friend or two, but in reality I was pretty much stuck there.
Overall I still managed to have a great time, but we were miles from nowhere, I was full time cook, odd-job man, bait catcher, boatman and bottle washer, so I had no time to explore except on my drive back to Boston Airport which was the highlight of my stay!
When I have calmed down and sorted out the mess my work has got into while I have been away so much recently I will give you an update on the good bits and what I learned in America.
It's good to be back.
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I'm Back But Not For Long!
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Posted:Sep 24, 2007 3:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2008 3:10 pm
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Well I'm back! Great holiday, obviously no one missed me at all because there were no new comments while I was away and you have all been blogging along without me quite happily thank goodness.
Forgive me if I don't quite manage to catch up with everything you have all written! While I was away i thought of loads of interesting things I wanted to blog about, but I have forgotten them all now! Maybe they'll come back to me...
Meanwhile my holiday season continues. Next week I am making my lifetime first visit to the USA!
By kind invitation of a friend who has a place on a lake in Maine I am flying out on Saturday to share a week's fishing trip with him.
Resisting the temptation to try to fit in a week's crumpet chasing at the same time amongst the sexy US bloggers I have met, I will be devoting my life to the pursuit of beautiful slippery wet creatures....oh okay; not so very different I suppose!
Anyone have any special tips on how to survive my first taste of America?
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Four Questions
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Posted:Sep 6, 2007 2:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2007 11:23 am
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Well, I decided what questions I would ask Willhe, and let me just say I didn't get much help from you lot! (Apart from Rose's great idea about asking about his artwork - Rose is so helpful... lol )
But it occurs to me that they are good questions for anyone, and some of you may even have time to bother answering them! Or alternatively you may wish to leave some other completely irrellevant comment, or no comment at all, I don't care, I'm off on holiday. See you all when I get back!
1. If you found out you only had a year left to live, how would you spend the time, assuming a reasonable but not excessive amount of money and continued good health?
2. Describe a typical average day in your life at the moment.
3. If you could be a famous historical figure, who would it be and why?
4. Willhe69you2 has to carry three buckets across a field. One bucket is full, containing sixteen pints of water, but has a hole in it from which water leaks at a rate of one litre every three minutes. The second bucket has three pints of water in it, and there are twelve pints plus six slithery eels in the third. The eels are slashing about like mad and spill on average a quarter of a pint per eel every twenty minutes.
Half way across the field he meets allseeky who pulls off her bikini and tells him she is gagging for sex and he has to stop for fifteen minutes to satisfy their combined desperate desires.
While he is preoccupied with savagely rogering allsleeky a rabid runs up and eats two of the eels and drinks half a pint of water.
It is a hot day and the sunshine evaporates the remaining water at a rate of three millilitres an hour, however after sex Willhe needs to pee and adds half a litre of something a bit but not exactly like water to one of the buckets, (preferably not the one with the four eels still left in it, ) before continuing across the field.
If the field is 100 metres wide and Willhe walks at three miles an hour, how much “water” will be left in the buckets when he reaches the other side? LOL.
Dreamer.
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What Would You Ask Willhe?
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 3:10 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2008 3:11 pm
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So willhe69you2 had a "guess the owner of the stolen panties" competition, [post 1011732] and my blind entry, (I had to guess blind because as a standard member I couldn't see the pictures) just happened to be his 5000th comment.
Apparently he had promised a reward to his 5000th commenter, and it's me!
So off I went to his post, [post 1019799] and it turns out the reward is I get to ask him five questions.
Well I am chuffed to bits obviously, but at the same time it is a big responsibility. I mean I had already asked him the burning question of the day, which was "Is that the tip of your cock we can see in the bottom right hand corner of your blog picture Willhe?" and he says no it is his thumb, so I can't ask that again, and I am otherwise lost as to what questions to go for. I don't want to waste the opportunity!
Also I am sure because of the ENORMOUS ratio of women to men who visit his blog, Willhe would have anticipated a more female slant from his questioners. So I had an idea.
I will ask you what questions to ask him. Make them as funny or as intrusive as you like, and over the next few days I will choose which five to go with! This could work. Suggest a question for me. What would you like to know? If you are especially keen to make sure I choose your question you may attempt to persuade me in some way if you wish to!
What would you ask willhe69you2 ?
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On the Beach with Polyamory Date
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Posted:Aug 20, 2007 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2021 1:47 pm
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I lay back on the sand and watched as the waves curled and broke on the foreshore. The sun was warm but the beach was largely deserted. I couldn’t have been there more than twenty minutes when I became aware of two swimmers coming in from the sea.
They stood and waded in across the shallows, their hips swaying in rhythm, shaking their long wet hair away from their shoulders. Both wore black, figure hugging wet-suits, and the sun glistened on the wet neoprene. One had a mask and snorkel in her hand, the other carried a surf board. The surfer ripped her wet-suit zip open to the navel, revealing a stars and stripes bikini beneath, covering firm breasts and smooth, perfectly tanned skin. She looked like Wonder Woman. The other, her figure no less gorgeous, had a logo on her wet suit, “Craster Sub Aqua Club.” She looked foxy. I felt like I knew them from somewhere.
I sat up, pretending not to stare, but it soon became apparent they wanted me to. They were walking directly towards me, their eyes fixed on mine. Foxy Scuba diver rubbed her hand over her body and spoke:
“Hi Dreamer, we’ve been looking for you.”
“What out at sea?” I quipped, trying to stay cool.
“On the internet silly, we love your blog!”
They laughed and sat down on the sand, one on each side. Their hair was already beginning to dry in the breeze, their faces were smiling. I could see the rise and fall of their breathing and the outline of their bodies was exaggerated by the wet-suits. The effect was electrifying.
A galloped by over the sand, followed by a tall man in jeans and cowboy boots.
“It’s okay Bucky, I won’t let him near you, I promise,” the man was saying to the .
My phone rang, it was Willhe, chasing me for a picture of my underpants.
“I’ve told you Willhe, I’m not letting you perv on my knickers,” I said, hoping it wouldn’t put the girls off, but the one in the stars and stripes bikini only smiled and said,
“I’d like to see them Dreamer,” in a sultry Connecticut drawl, and started to put her hand down my jeans. Willhe was still banging on about some competition he was running, but his words drifted away as I clicked the phone shut and wondered what on earth was happening. The two women were about as sexy as I had ever seen. I was on a deserted beach, they were wet in more ways than one, and one of them had her hand down my trousers. I hoped I knew where it was heading.
The foxy one spoke with a slight Geordie accent, as if she had only lived in the north east for a while.
“Mmmm, don’t leave me out of this,” she said, “I’m here for you too,” and she leant against me and kissed me on the lips. My stomach jerked gently inside and I kissed her back, as the surfer girl gave up her pretence of checking out my kecks and slid her long delicate fingers round my hardening manhood. I slipped my hand under her wet suit and cupped her flag covered breast.
“Mmmm, yes Dreamer,” she groaned softly, and as my fingers found the strings, her bikini top sprung free, and she lowered herself to my mouth. Her nipple tasted of salt spray and seaweed; it had a gorgeous sticky-wet feel and I rubbed it against my teeth with my tongue and felt her body squirming. She tugged my cock free, but before I could even gasp her friend had fallen forward and taken me deep into her mouth, her kisses replaced by the surfer’s, crushing her lips against mine.
My phone rang again, and somehow I answered it. It was another American accent, one I knew well.
“I need you Dreamer, I want you here in my bed now; come for me Dreamer.”
I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but the scuba diver was sucking on me like she was a hundred feet down and running out of air, while Wonder Woman rubbed her nipples in my face. Something wasn’t quite right.
A strident voice rang out over the sand behind me.
“Dingo’s kidneys Dreamer, what the hell’s keeping you over there? Here I am flat out like a lizard drinkin’ and there you are fawning over those blog girls again. For Gawd’s sake come and help me get this billy boiled you daft possum, I’m parched. It’s so hot, it’s so hot, it’s so hot.” I tried to turn round but they held me down, one of them was astride me, the other was kissing me again, I couldn’t tell which was which. I looked over my shoulder to see a cascade of blond hair and a big red lip-glossed smile.
The sea was coming in, I could hear the waves rushing at me, and someone was speaking, oddly familiar but out of place words:
“On the stock market today the Footsie One Hundred opened fifty-six points down at six thousand and twenty five following further falls on the Dow Jones last night. Analysts are waiting to establish whether the US housing market crisis will continue to affect global share prices. And now the weather.”
I opened my eyes. Daylight was filtering through the curtains. It was raining as always. I struggled out of bed and went downstairs to log onto my favourite web-site. I had to write a steamy post as a dare for JakeDrake8’s truth or dare. I was hoping for a comment from one or two of the sexy women who visit my blog. If I was lucky one special blogger might call me later.
And I was worried about Jake’s .
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Great Blog Handles
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Posted:Aug 17, 2007 4:02 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2010 2:11 pm
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I thought about this for a while before deciding what the hell Dreamer, just post it. I don't normally get personal so I hope this is going to be ok. So with apologies to anyone who's name gets a mention, (or doesn't get a mention! ) I want to talk about peoples blog handles. I am not trying to offend anyone, so if anyone is offended, let me know and I will do my best to apologize after it is too late.
It was all prompted by BeamingDawn. I saw this name come up on my list of visitors and I thought, "wow what a great name, I must find out who she is," so I clicked on the link, and bugger me, but IT'S A BLOKE! Well I'm sorry Beaming, but I can't believe you are getting too far with the girls with that one! I thought it sounded like some gorgeous golden blond spunk-sucking nymphette with a broad smile and endless legs, not another day dreaming git from Berkshire like me! But it set me thinking. How much does someone's handle affect what you think of them, whether you want to get to know them or not? I mean they do kind of conjure up an image don't they?
I have seen some great ones over my time here, many sadly no more. MyEnglishFriend....the handle was almost as intiguing as the woman herself, and HisSecretDream, she was gone almost as soon as I had found her blog, but I will never forget that name. I remember partygirl had a blog in which she asked people how they thought up their names and some of the answers were fascinating. JakeDrake8 (welcome back Jake) told some long story about how everyone in his family is called Jake or something but I got the distinct impression he was making it up. But it was good reading!
Of the current user names I see around I especially like addme2make3, (I wonder if she really does what she says on the tin? ) amakamaria just sounds like a beautiful girls name, but she tells us that it means "Happy Like The Moon" in a mixture of arabic and swahele, which is just so fantastic!
pandorasboxxx......need I say more?redrose1978 always sounds so sweet to me and willhe69you2?........Yes I bet he bloody well will!
Apparently there's a woman in Nashville called bonkme500!!!
I have always had fun dreaming up user names; Saturn5, annawantsu2, RedRawErection, (Ewwww!) and yes I admit it, I WAS ALLAN PASSAGE, and what a load of trouble that got me into, (hopefully now all forgiven and forgotten. ) But I should stress that was my only foray into the world of the fake profile; I am not habitually stalking round your blogs pretending to be somebody else, LOL. I don't normally have enough time to write my own blog, let alone anyone elses!( I do have a name in my head which I am just aching to use though, so watch out, one day that strange new blogger could be me! )
How did you choose your name? If you changed it who would you be, do you think you respond to someone differently because of the image conjured up by their name? What are your thoughts Hobson?
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Dreams become Fantasy
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Posted:Aug 13, 2007 4:53 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2007 11:43 am
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I awoke this morning from a dream; a beautiful woman was taking off her clothes and climbing into bed with me. She looked an awful lot like You. As I lay in that magical world between dreaming and awakening, the dream turned into a fantasy.
She wriggled out of her jeans and pulled back the covers, sliding in beside me and lying against me, her leg thrown across my stomach. She kissed my neck and then my lips, slipping her tongue between them, awakening my senses even as I still lay dreaming. My cock, trapped under the soft skin of her thigh, began to stiffen, pressing uncomfortably against her. Her breasts brushed the skin of my chest intensifying the feeling, and I had to reach down, shift my weight and lift her leg for a moment. My cock sprang free, and she lay back against me smiling as I murmurred in relief and rubbed myself against her more comfortably.
Her kissing became more intense; she must have been incredibly turned on before we even started because I could feel her wetness under my hip and she was grinding herself into me. She lifted herself astride me and I reached up my hands to her breasts, cupping my fingers under and around them and brushing my thumbs over her nipples.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, “I want you in me,” and I felt her fingers close around my shaft. She lifted her hips a little and rubbed the head of my cock over her clitoris, getting me wet before easing me into her, lifting and lowering her hips, sucking me inside her. My hands stayed on her breasts as she rode me, rocking her hips, pressing me deeply into herself, my cock rubbing past her g spot and pushing through to the very depths of her, grinding her clit onto me with every stroke.
I could see the desire in her eyes and feel the need through her body as I watched her working herself towards orgasm with steady, urgent strokes. She was connected to me, she was part of me, but she was using me to get what she needed. It was electrifying. At last she began to come; she was throwing her head back, hair flying across her face, then falling towards me, gasping, her hands were flat against my chest as I pinched her nipples and her body quivered and jerked as she came.
But I wasn’t going to come with her on top of me like that. I turned her over and slid my cock back in her slowly, letting her calm again slightly. I wanted to come deep inside her and I began to thrust slowly, as deeply in as I could get, pushing a little at the end of each stoke, then slowly withdrawing, feeling the incredible friction between us. I was increasing the rhythm until I was plunging into her faster and faster. She smiled moaned and looked in my eyes then lifted her hands to my chest again, pinching my nipples. She knew how to make me come. I could feel it building inside me, and at the same time I realized she was coming again too, wrapping her legs around me and rocking her hips, gasping aloud and saying “ah, oh!” until finally I slowed my stoke and pumped into her, feeling her turn smooth inside around me, pouring out into her and saying her name. My stomach muscles pulled tight and my legs flexed until I was tingling all over, and I relaxed and lay against her and it was all a dream and a fantasy and I wondered what it would really have been like if it had been You, there in my bed, today.
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England is Barbequing Tonight
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Posted:Aug 10, 2007 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2009 1:57 am
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It has been the wettest summer on record, but this week the sky has cleared, it’s warm and still, it's Friday, and it seems like the whole of England is barbequing tonight!
The smell of sausages cooking in my garden is a sensual experience in itself, the thin wisp of smoke rising and the sound of sizzling mixing with the voices and laughter of the people in the other gardens having their own barbeques.
I did the sausages just in case ‘cos I was barbequing sea bream in foil so that it wouldn’t stink out the house and I wasn’t sure how long it would take.
I stood there waiting for the fish to be ready, a bottle of beer in my hand, the new potatoes, green beans and peas ready in the pan, and decided the world is a very special place to have to live in.
The fish was so good I can’t find the words to describe it. I'm not normally a big barbeque man but that was the kind of experience that could make any man feel good!
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Kissing a film star's
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Posted:Aug 10, 2007 6:37 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2009 1:59 am
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Amakamaria suggested I write about my first kiss, and Tich was once curious about something I mentioned about kissing a famous film star’s . (Actually she was his niece. ) They are one and the same story.
Nothing which follows is made up.
I went to a typical English boys only boarding school in a southern university town. Rules were reasonably strict, but not harsh, and anyway there were ways round them. At 14 years old we could go into town between the end of afternoon school and roll call at 6.00pm. We could play games on the school field in our free time. And on Sundays we were allowed out for the whole afternoon.
My friend had a sister who went to the corresponding girls’ boarding school. They were not allowed out on Sundays until the senior years, but they could have visitors. Chris arranged the introductions and most Sundays that summer saw a number of us walking or cycling up the road to be greeted with smiles and mugs of dreadful tea, to play tennis or cards and listen to the record player. Queen “Sheer Heart Attack” and “Original Soundtrack” by 10cc, I remember in particular.
One of the girls caught my attention. She seemed so grown up to me with her sandy blond bob and her jeans and her cute tank tops. Her eyes sang with delight when she laughed and she seemed to find me interesting in a way I didn’t know I was until then. She told me her surname and when I looked quizzical she smiled and said, “Yes, he’s my uncle.” She had the same Charisma. I have often watched his films since, and though he sometimes plays charm less characters, I keep seeing a flash in his eyes which reminds me…..
We talked about life and what it meant to us, looking back it amazes me how well developed our ideas were at that age. After a few visits we began to sit holding hands, or walk through the grounds arm in arm. I learned how to walk in step with a girl with my arm around her shoulders. A few of the guys and girls had paired up but it was generally considered that we were a real item. There was a continual undercurrent of growing sexual awareness all through that term. We said we could have gone off on our own somewhere and taken things further, but that we were happy with how things were. In reality I never wanted to. I was out of my depth already. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and press myself against her body, as if I wanted to become part of her. I knew what sex was, but I didn’t know what that feeling meant.
I remember getting ready to go up there on a Sunday, nervous, cold-sweating in the early summer heat. We were all struggling with learning how to shave, breaking voices, what to wear. (Well the boys were that is; I never found out what the girls were struggling with, they always seemed so cool and self possessed. ) One weekend I decided I was going to kiss her. I felt so knotted up inside I was nearly sick, I had no idea what it would be like or what to do, but I knew throwing up before hand would be a bad start. I had kissed aunts and my mother and sister on the cheek, but this was going to be lip to lip like in films. I was scared nearly to death and all the way up the road my heart was beating like it did when I ran the 400 metres on sports day.
The day is a blur. We listened to “I’m not in love.” Her voice seemed to sound just like the woman who whispers, “Be quiet, big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry.” Maybe we slow danced, but I remember we were standing up and I looked into her eyes and without letting myself think about it I tilted my head and leant very slowly towards her. She tipped her head back, our height difference was perfect , and I touched my lips to hers. I felt her tongue for a moment and pulled back, surprised. I didn’t know what had happened or how to react.
“You really know what you are doing, don’t you,” I said crassly. I was so scared I never repeated the experiment. I knew she must be wondering what the hell I was playing at, but I didn’t have the nerve to risk making a fool of myself again. She wrote me airmail letters in the summer holidays, but by the autumn everything had changed. There was a boy she knew at home. It was clear something had happened. She was a year younger than me but I felt like Herman in “The summer of 42,” and I couldn’t compete with her experienced older boyfriend.
There are two sequels to the story. A few years went by, and I went to university in the same town while she was still in her last year at school. She was head of her house and allowed out in the evenings by permission of the House Mistress. I had a girlfriend and our relationship was purely platonic, but I was so much older and more experienced by then. The House Mistress decided I was respectable and gave us a lot of freedom. We sat in pubs and talked about the world and became pretty good friends.
The next year she left school, but we were always going to stay in touch, and we did for a while, but we spoke less and less often after I got married, and one night she phoned me, drunk, in the middle of the night. I had work the next day and was in a real “man of commerce” mode (what a wanker, ) and perhaps I wasn’t best pleased to be phoned by a girl my wife didn’t know in the middle of the night. I guess she could tell because she never phoned again and we lost touch, apart from one bizarre day when I bumped into her on Paddington station a few years later. I would love to know where she is now, but as with so many other things in my life, perhaps it is better left.
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Still Here, Still Dreaming
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 3:06 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 3:06 pm
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I am still here, still dreaming, I just can't think of anything to write about. Nothing that would be informative, entertaining, interesting or otherwise make good reading for those kind bloggers who make an occasional visit to The Dreamery. No new take on the joys of sex to grab your attention, nothing I feel the need to pour my heart out over. At least nothing you haven't all heard before!
I love it when you come and comment though. Maybe if anyone had questions, or wanted to raise a subject for discussion, something would spring to my mind?
My mind is a whirlpool of wierd off the wall imaginings, thoughtful homespun philosophy, banal everyday truths (and probably misapprehensions, ) wild far-fetched dreams, and hopeless wishful thinking. Press the right buttons and who knows what might pop out?
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Nipple lifts
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Posted:Jul 26, 2007 10:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2008 2:58 pm
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No, not cosmetic surgey, or unusual vertical transport, (though feel free to comment if you have anything to add on those fascinating topics. )
No, my tongue is weak and my therapist has recommended nipple lifts to strengthen it. I am advised to start with a pair of lightweight nipples and work upwards from there, is there anyone out there able to supply the equipment I need?
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Are you brave enough?
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Posted:Jul 23, 2007 7:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2007 3:20 pm
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Well I don't usually have this kind of stuff on my blog, but willhe69you2 suckered me into participating in his [post 956879] so now I have to repost!
OK.....here's the deal. You can ask me three questions. ANY three questions, and I promise to answer them as honestly as humanly possible. They can be as mundane, obscure, embarrassing or sexual in nature as you want......doesn't matter. I'll still answer them honestly.
The catch is......
YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS AND ANSWER THREE QUESTIONS AS WELL!!!
Are you brave enough?
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Rain
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Posted:Jul 20, 2007 3:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 3:06 pm
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It has rained and rained all summer. And now here in the south it is forecast to be the rainiest day of the year yet. As I write the gutters are overflowing onto the porch roof outside my window, the water crashing down in torrents onto the wall below.
It reminds me of that night, so many years ago when I sneaked into Liz's bedroom at midnight in a thunderstorm. She was nearly asleep as I turned my key in the door that led into her room from the basement steps.
"Is that you?" she had said sleepily, and I answered with a breathless "yes - shhh." I had run all the way from my lodgings, but I was still soaked to the skin - it was bucketting down outside.
"Come and get warm," she whispered, turning towards me in her bed; I could just make out the smile on her face in the half light from the street lamp coming through the curtains. I threw off my clothes and slid under the covers beside her.
"Eugh you're all wet!" She exclaimed, laughing as she felt me against her skin. I wasn't thinking eugh though. She was warm, dry and silky smooth. My knee slid between her legs and I kissed her, feeling her heart quicken under her breast as our lips came together and her tongue pressed into my mouth. I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing and the rain falling, and there were no more words until after I was inside her and her arms were around me and we had become completely one.
Whenever it rains this hard I find myself remembering that time, one of those special moments in life which will never be forgotten, and I wonder, though we haven't spoken for decades, whether maybe she is sitting in her office somewhere, listening to the rain, remembering; transported back with me to that basement bedroom, with the rain and the railings outside and a smile on her beautiful face?
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