Kicking the tires on auto post. Some girls are happy just to dial the rotary phone when they’re alone, but I can’t get off without having an egg timer in my ground zero grotto and a number of chillies up my shit winker. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his giggle stick rammed deeper into my soft tight anus. With his mutton dagger raiding deep into my front bum, the sensation of his all-beef thermometer smashing my cervix made me quake like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and Da Vinci load in my black hole created the delicious rectoplasm that he was so fond of. The plowing of my tradesman’s entrance was so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his disco stick deep in my cocoa channel.

The thrusting makes me splurge my spaff all over his wrist-thick wand. I awoke the next morning with my frilling pink golf bag still dripping. I thought it was over but his washington monument had other ideas. When he removed his jebend from my chocolate starfish, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. He knew I couldn’t wait to chow down on the stink pickle off his blind butler. The mixture of stink pickle and love piss in my ring piece created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. Now, I’ve had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his cunt plunger made my shrimp sap leach like a hungry pig at a trough.

Slice of Life…

A moment or two of catch up. It’s been awhile, after all. Last post before my new influencers thing was in 2017. Since then, I left the Fruit Stand, did 3 yearsish as a Senior IT Specialist, left that position (Not my choice, at least partially my fault, and something I want to lay to rest, and not discuss. ), and am looking for a new gig. If you need a best in class help desk technician with an amazing desk side manner, drop me a message.

Other happenings: Pets have passed on, relatives too, dead vehicles, and replacements have stories. A couple of years ago, a life shattering event happened – that was entirely my fault, that I covered up, and other nasty bits. We are working though it, I am in therapy trying to correct and excise the issues that lead me there, and that’s the good outcome. Either you know what happened, or you don’t really need to.

We have lived through the loss of an immediate family member, an attempted suicide of one, the complete, utter and irrevocable disassociation of my maternal family, the death of my bio-father, and his brother.

I have made amazing new friends, continue to work with Utilikilts, I’ve met superb folks from all over the world. I have continued to grow with the best partner ever, helped shape two wonderful adult-ish kids, and more and more.

We are now in the time of COVID-19, aka The Rona. I’ve been more or less housebound since the beginning of March. Life is interesting.

Influencers, part 2.

No one has challenged me, but I feel like sharing some cultural things that have shaped, influenced, or moved me.
Robert Heinlein and Ginger Cat.
Today, it’s Robert Heinlein.  Wiki Yes, in today’s lights, he – well, his writing, particularly in his portrayal of women, are problematic. The filter I look through that is that he was first and foremost a commercial writer, and wrote to his audience. His non-fiction shows, to me, a different tack.


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