05 Thursday Sep 2019
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Were I a true insomniac and cricket enthusiast, I would stay up for all hours to watch the Bangladesh vs Afghanistan test series taking place live somewhere in Bangladesh.
Alas, no. I shall pass. On the other hand it appears the house is cooling down after I turned the thermostat off for ten minutes. Sometimes, in order for these computer systems to reset they have to be turned off awhile,
Night, y’all,
04 Wednesday Sep 2019
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We are limping into Fall with an air conditioning system that is not quite working. We have maybe one more hot day to deal with before it cools down again. I can ride out maybe a few hours of discomfort. Today I let the cool morning air in. I took a nap by an open window. Sweet.
J wanted to go out to dinner. We had an early meal, more of a lunch really at Cheesecake Factory. I ordered a Cuban sandwich. I ate only half of it, with the green salad that came with it. Very nice. I prefer the Cuban sandwiches at Kuba Kuba or Kuba Kuba Dos, but a bad Cuban sandwich is hard to find.
We went home. I took another nap beside my open window. I awoke around Seven PM. Do I go swimming? At first blush, no. Then after dithering about for half an hour, decided a swim would be the right thing to do. So I went.
I got my 1750 meters in, faster than yesterday. Then I showered, shaved, dressed and came home. The triumph to which the title refers is that I swam, instead of sitting around. On my return, I fixed J’s lunch. She has a chance to work at Target tomorrow so she is taking advantage of it.
This afternoon, I was chatting with a friend who is familiar with the BDSM lifestyles and variants. She lives in Vermont and met J on holiday six years ago. I shared I thought J was a “little”. Upon her observation of J during our visit, she said she thought she observed some “little” behaviors. Now I am more certain of the opportunity and challenge presented to me and my role as a “Daddy”.
03 Tuesday Sep 2019
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Erotic Reverie. For The Mature. 18+ I would suggest.
Would she be ready, he wondered? It was, after all, Saturday, her day to prepare. There was hair to be styled, other hair in other places to be removed. Her clothes were her whim, but she knew which of her fancies would stir him to the quick eliciting his generosity.
“I’m in the mood for something leather, a skirt perhaps.”
Antoine, her designer who conspired to fulfill these whims, had found a red kidskin from an artisan in Italy and fashioned a most marvelous skirt that caressed the twin globes of her buttocks as if it were a coat of paint. To this masterpiece of suggestion, Antoine chose an exquisite black silk and fashioned a blouse that draped her breasts, suggesting their presence was within his grasp.
The Red and The Black. Leather and Silk. Flesh encased in luscious textures that fired not merely his lusts but hers as well. For that leather caressed her bare skin, and the tightness produced a sweaty stickiness. The silk, in turn, stroked her bare nipples to excited little points with every breath, welcoming his sucking and later the teasing pinches and then the maddening pulls.
Who is the Master of this Game, she who offers this fullness to match his concupescence, or he who rises to snap at her proffered bait?
He would have her body. She would have his. And the mutually beneficial arrangement paid for her flesh with his dollars. Never did they see their working arrangement as mutual exploitation. But mutual pleasure as attested to by their serotonin gluted synapses,
02 Monday Sep 2019
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This Labour Day I did my usual non holiday things, sleep, fix J’s lunch, clean a bit, go for a swim. I am loving the routine.
C, #2 son, is supposed to be by after his piano lesson with my sister. He is going to see if he wants some stuff of his I found when I was cleaning. I am excited about his visit.
It is a bit warm. We need to have the HVAC people look at the heat pump. But it isn’t miserable.
I swam today, loving every minute of it. I have lost six pounds (2.72kg) since I last weighed myself, all of it a result of working around here, cleaning the mess up.
Not much else.
01 Sunday Sep 2019
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1 September is a special day. In 1939, after a fabricated border incursion, the Wehrmacht of The Third Reich invaded Poland. The World has never been the same since that day eighty years ago. For your homework, read the W H Auden poem, September 1, 1939. He summarizes that time better than anyone else.
Rather than a post about World War II, I will move on to today. I went to Mass at 830 AM. I was awake then. I could make no promises for later. The Mass is about The True Presence of Our Lord. Father JDR made the point that Christ accepts us as we are, that we are made for eternity with God. We are neither as bad nor as good as we think ourselves to be. End of Homily, or at least my take on it.
After Mass I went to the newly opened Publix in a shopping center about midway between Church and home. The Publix people tore down an existing grocery store structure and built exactly what they wanted. It is a nice store. I bought the makings for ratatouille which I did not have on hand, egg plant, onion. green pepper, some nice canned tomatoes from Italy. I had mushrooms, garlic and zucchini at home.
They were very nice and helpful, as they always are. The young woman who helped take my groceries to my vehicle was one of several staff members who made me feel welcome. I told her this store is built on the site of an A & P,(remember them?) that operated here sixty years ago, near the house where we lived from 1962 to 1974. On balance, fond memories.
I prepped the vegetables and the ratatouille cooks as I write. I am awash with powerful sexual feelings. When I cook I feel creative and therefore sexual. I await J’s return from work, with her bronchitis, need to rest, and her repressed sexuality. But, I will be glad to see her. No matter the circumstances.
01 Sunday Sep 2019
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Dinner. Slow Cooker. Ratatouille!!!!!
01 Sunday Sep 2019
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It was in a recent post, (Favorites, 28 August 2019), I wrote about finding out what works for your life, then once discovered, not do those things that work.
My epiphany is not giving me much solace tonight. I’m tired. I’m lonely. J has some sort of upper respiratory complaint, so she is even more remote than usual. Dinner was simple, reheating some unfinished fettuccini from Carabba’s.
So I have to suck it up, get my self back on track. I want maximum results from as little exertion on my part as possible. Just like everybody else, I guess. But it doesn’t work that way. I need to get to back to purpose.
31 Saturday Aug 2019
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Frank Discussion Of Sexual Topics In Last Paragraphs.
Well I was up early. No surprise there. Then I went back to bed and slept til maybe 7:45. Then I went about doing stuff I had been planning on doing since Wednesday
I started with changing the sheets, taking the old ones off, putting new ones on, laundering the dirty sheets. That job is no big deal. Then came the set of tasks I said I would do Wednesday, shirts, khakis, and neckties to the cleaners, trousers to be hemmed and cuffed, haircut, purchase salmon for tonight, gasoline for the tank.
Mrs Trinh is a sweet Vietnamese lady who runs an alterations shop near the Thrift Shop operated by the Little Sisters Of The Poor. I don’t know how her prices compare with the alteration shop run by the dry cleaners, but I don’t care. I figure she’s gone through enough crap in her life so she has earned and deserves whatever she charges.
“Be ready next Friday.”
“Thank you, Mrs Trinh.”
Over to the laundry for the clothes. When I’m set up to iron again, I will iron my own shirts and khakis, but for now, Puritan Laundry & Dry Cleaners can do them.
Next stop: haircut. I wanted it short. My stylist and I discuss length. She cut the sides short, for that sidewall look. Then cut the top short with scissors, so I would have something to work with. Was nice
BJ’s came next. I just bought salmon for tonight, and some produce, bananas and mushrooms. I bought my gas there, regular unleaded at $2.189/gal.
During this going about, I realized I forgot the videos due back at the library. Once they were returned, I came home for good put the old mattress cover in the wash, took the clean sheets from the dryer, folded them and put them away.
J came home. I took a nap.
Dinner was poached salmon, a chopped tomato, cucumber and hearts of palm salad in Ken’s Steakhouse Greek Salad Dressing. Nice dinner, fairly light because the heat is creeping back in. Fresh fruit for dessert.
Now I am tired. However Bendita Tentacion, the Mexican lingerie store is on YouTube where the women are modeling the World’s Trashiest Lingerie and showing off some sex toys like vibrators, that look cheap too. (Note to self: learn Spanish). But I love these uninhibited women, having a good old time talking dildoes .
30 Friday Aug 2019
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This is what the cut looks like
30 Friday Aug 2019
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RB has been in hospital for nearly a week, recovering from pancreatitis. He had a CT scan yesterday which came back clear,
He wants to go home so he can cook ribs on the grill. Given his pancreatitis is related to his consumption of dietary fat, the ribs might have to be put on “HOLD” for a while.
My big life changes began at age 43, RB’s current age. He has already left a job that was killing him this year, between travel and stress. He is hurting now. But good things are happening.
Dispatches From Dystopia 