I had a great weekend, why not write in my blog?
Friday night was a great deal of teasing with a lady friend and a rather pleasurable drive around town . I came the nearest I have in quite some time to getting caught in the act of something. I was lounging in the living room of a house with her rather busy with her head in my lap when I hear a car pull up and see someone walking up the steps to her house. I manage to get to the bathroom with a handful of clothes while she bolts upstairs and gets herself dressed just before her mom's boyfriend walks in. I flush the toilet, run the sink for a moment, then walk out and proceed to discuss motorcycles with this man for thirty minutes. I know NOTHING about bikes, so it wasn't a bad act. I got away clean, again.
This's that age that everyone seems to remember running from parents and people walking in at. While it's great with the exhibitionist thrill and such, I don't like such a real threat of being found over my head. Not even for myself, but I doubt she'd ever be able to see a boy again. That'd be sad on all fronts.
Saturday was even better. A bit of dress-up and I was greeted by a sweet little school girl with naughty nightwear under her innocent facade. Blindfolding, bondage, and four hours of nonstop fun ensued before I had to admit defeat to exhaustion. With no break, there're physical difficulties that come into play after four hours.
Sunday was homework. I'll leave that alone for now.
Friday night was a great deal of teasing with a lady friend and a rather pleasurable drive around town . I came the nearest I have in quite some time to getting caught in the act of something. I was lounging in the living room of a house with her rather busy with her head in my lap when I hear a car pull up and see someone walking up the steps to her house. I manage to get to the bathroom with a handful of clothes while she bolts upstairs and gets herself dressed just before her mom's boyfriend walks in. I flush the toilet, run the sink for a moment, then walk out and proceed to discuss motorcycles with this man for thirty minutes. I know NOTHING about bikes, so it wasn't a bad act. I got away clean, again.
This's that age that everyone seems to remember running from parents and people walking in at. While it's great with the exhibitionist thrill and such, I don't like such a real threat of being found over my head. Not even for myself, but I doubt she'd ever be able to see a boy again. That'd be sad on all fronts.
Saturday was even better. A bit of dress-up and I was greeted by a sweet little school girl with naughty nightwear under her innocent facade. Blindfolding, bondage, and four hours of nonstop fun ensued before I had to admit defeat to exhaustion. With no break, there're physical difficulties that come into play after four hours.
Sunday was homework. I'll leave that alone for now.
Thanks for the add btw.
Rach