Woo Hoo! We made love---for those stopping in for the first time, this would be my latest crush, about whom I was fairly certain snogging was a "go", but not so sure about actual dyke sex. Hah! She didn't leave 'till around 0300. She took a shirt, and left me a shirt. Which I am wearing.
I expect details would be crass...though I can't stop thinking about it, so I'm at a loss as to what else to write---except that more is on for this weekend. Yummy.
I expect details would be crass...though I can't stop thinking about it, so I'm at a loss as to what else to write---except that more is on for this weekend. Yummy.
So I have a new crush, and I think she's going to spend the evening with me this weekend at the Ren Faire we both work at, in my RV. She's a blonde! And 15 years younger than me! Yikes! Skinny, too. Not boney, but skinny. Nice hips though. Long hair too. I love long hair.
She won't be able to stay overnight, though---too many eyes and too much idle gossip at a Ren Faire to risk that. Still...I'm all fluttery about it.
We'd been flirting and teasing and passing small touches and kisses, and it was driving me nuts, so I decided to "make a move" (I still don't know if she's queer or not). Fortunately, the perfect set-up fell right into my lap:
One of the scores of big-breasted women at Faire was going on and on about her big breasts---as the unobservant ones do (big breasts are as common at a Ren Faire as B Cups at the Mall)---and my crush said, rather dryly, that she didn't have breasts, but managed all the same.
At which point I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, pulled the soft cup of her bra aside, and kissed her right nipple. Then, buttoning up her blouse, I said:
"Sorry...you definitely have breasts...I checked".
She blushed, but then asked if I was going to check her hair colour next? I said "No need", and ran my fingers over the pale, soft line of hair below her belly button. That got an even deeper blush, but also an order to "sit" and a finger pointing beside her. So I sat!
And now....???
She won't be able to stay overnight, though---too many eyes and too much idle gossip at a Ren Faire to risk that. Still...I'm all fluttery about it.
We'd been flirting and teasing and passing small touches and kisses, and it was driving me nuts, so I decided to "make a move" (I still don't know if she's queer or not). Fortunately, the perfect set-up fell right into my lap:
One of the scores of big-breasted women at Faire was going on and on about her big breasts---as the unobservant ones do (big breasts are as common at a Ren Faire as B Cups at the Mall)---and my crush said, rather dryly, that she didn't have breasts, but managed all the same.
At which point I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, pulled the soft cup of her bra aside, and kissed her right nipple. Then, buttoning up her blouse, I said:
"Sorry...you definitely have breasts...I checked".
She blushed, but then asked if I was going to check her hair colour next? I said "No need", and ran my fingers over the pale, soft line of hair below her belly button. That got an even deeper blush, but also an order to "sit" and a finger pointing beside her. So I sat!
And now....???
How depressing is it that my last blog was very nearly at the same time, last year? I think of all these cool things to blog about, but in the end, I go have flaming arguments in the Groups, and then I'm done. OK, I spend a lot of time looking at naked young women, too. 
So...I'm doing another Renaissance Faire (TRF), and it's driving me crazy. There are gorgeous women everywhere. It is blisteringly hot, so we're all wearing shorts and T-Shirts, and a lot of the women in their 20s-30s roll their T-Shirts up under their bras. So I am surrounded by beautiful bellies and round hips, with plenty of surprising ink about.
Well, four months of insane commitment have come to a close---I just finished doing the first season of Sherwood Forest Faire. Yes, it's a first-year Renaissance Faire in Central Texas, close to Austin. I was part of the Performing Company, and we were in rehearsals for our stage shows. It was wonderful, exhausting, exciting, frustrating, and ultimately, rewarding.
So now I have a life again....for a while!
So now I have a life again....for a while!
Just finished looking at several new sets, including one by a model who is no longer on the site---and the set went up in November!
Hey...at least it's new...
Hey...at least it's new...
So our date was awesome! Despite my wobbly thigh, we had smashing good sex. My g/f had decided on doing me, and doing me is what she did...and did...and did...wooo hooo!!!. And then I got my turn, and well....mmmm...and we tried out a new vibrator trick I'd been talking about...on me. But no date this week, as she's sick, and her twins are sick...
I've been browsing sets on SG, and I'm frustrated. I have found several great sets, including the absolutely stunning "Drag Kings" by StarKav, but I seem to "stumble" onto them---I found a solid set by Hexxus just by chance from Succor's blog. Another set I found thanks to the "Other sets you might like", and so on. The "fabulous" sets at the front rarely even draw my interest, while the sets that light me up are often accidental encounters.
Also, I don't like that I can't make a Hopeful a Favourite or watch for future sets, without the intrusive "Friend Request". But there are some great sets in Hopefuls and in Member Review. Here are some of my faves---but bear in mind that I like interesting and provocative sets, even if they don't have slick production values (or even if they do)
Drag King (in addition to being erotic and provocative, this set is brave and very true to its subject)
Silent Nudity
Semi-forgotten
Petal Tease
Domino
I've been browsing sets on SG, and I'm frustrated. I have found several great sets, including the absolutely stunning "Drag Kings" by StarKav, but I seem to "stumble" onto them---I found a solid set by Hexxus just by chance from Succor's blog. Another set I found thanks to the "Other sets you might like", and so on. The "fabulous" sets at the front rarely even draw my interest, while the sets that light me up are often accidental encounters.
Also, I don't like that I can't make a Hopeful a Favourite or watch for future sets, without the intrusive "Friend Request". But there are some great sets in Hopefuls and in Member Review. Here are some of my faves---but bear in mind that I like interesting and provocative sets, even if they don't have slick production values (or even if they do)
Drag King (in addition to being erotic and provocative, this set is brave and very true to its subject)
Silent Nudity
Semi-forgotten
Petal Tease
Domino
I have a hot date tomorrow! This is the first time we've made love in December in twenty years! So of course, last week I had a mole excised; it had already been removed (and was Abnormal) three times before---once when they scooped it out, once when it came back Abnormal and they did a routine re-scoop, then again when it came back a year later (about 6 months ago), and now...now. Six...yes, that's right, six...stitches in the damn thing. Right across the top of my thigh.
So I keep trying to devise ways to have sex without bumping one's thigh. At the moment, all I've got is "from behind with my hips up, resting on my forearms (she's 5' 3" and I'm 6', we have to line up a bit before we start!)". Every kind of head is going to put my thigh in harm's way; if I fuck her, my thigh is going to get beaten up; every kind of head I can think of is going to end up with my thigh battered or bonked; and I'm out...
Not exactly Global Warming, I know...but hey, this is a twenty year flood (and that's almost a pun).
So I keep trying to devise ways to have sex without bumping one's thigh. At the moment, all I've got is "from behind with my hips up, resting on my forearms (she's 5' 3" and I'm 6', we have to line up a bit before we start!)". Every kind of head is going to put my thigh in harm's way; if I fuck her, my thigh is going to get beaten up; every kind of head I can think of is going to end up with my thigh battered or bonked; and I'm out...
Not exactly Global Warming, I know...but hey, this is a twenty year flood (and that's almost a pun).
It is officially my birthday where I live. I am 46 years old today. I have an amazing and wonderful wife, a passionate and brilliant girlfriend, two awesome (grown) daughters, four friends I can absolutely depend upon, a house we are buying from the bank---with brand new siding---a reliable, six-year old car, and a solid, reliable job with a great boss.
My kitty died this year, but I have a new kitty, and she and I are fitting into one another's lives. My brother is haunted by pain and sorrow, but he was an amazing male presence in my daughter's lives, and I can't imagine my house without him in it or often about it. I feel old and fat, and I suppose I am old, though probably not as fat as I feel, but I can still drink my daughters under the table, and hold my own with my g/f and my brother.
A good life. Hard-won, certainly, but a good life. Money could ease many worries, but it would not make the foundation stronger, any more than not having money made it weaker---indeed, I sometimes think that those early years of independence, living with my daughters in the converted coal-bin apartment (it was an apartment, it was just really small, and it was in the basement, and the windows had been coal-scuttles), maybe made our family stronger than the years of plenty, and made the years of in-between just fine.
Happy birthday to me, indeed.
My kitty died this year, but I have a new kitty, and she and I are fitting into one another's lives. My brother is haunted by pain and sorrow, but he was an amazing male presence in my daughter's lives, and I can't imagine my house without him in it or often about it. I feel old and fat, and I suppose I am old, though probably not as fat as I feel, but I can still drink my daughters under the table, and hold my own with my g/f and my brother.
A good life. Hard-won, certainly, but a good life. Money could ease many worries, but it would not make the foundation stronger, any more than not having money made it weaker---indeed, I sometimes think that those early years of independence, living with my daughters in the converted coal-bin apartment (it was an apartment, it was just really small, and it was in the basement, and the windows had been coal-scuttles), maybe made our family stronger than the years of plenty, and made the years of in-between just fine.
Happy birthday to me, indeed.
