If April showers bring May flowers, what does April snow bring? This was, of course, at our Central Oregon home last April 29, 2009.
And speaking of Central Oregon, I can’t forget some of the amazing sunsets we got to see just by walking out onto our back deck.
And speaking of the back deck – like these transitions? – we saw our share of visitors from it, and had a few actually stop by and poop on it. Filthy birds!
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MY LOVE writes:
***The shoot with Desperate Amateurs is posted on their site!!! www.desperateamateurs.com This was a REALLY fun shoot and I encourage you to not only visit but join and enjoy this site.
This is a departure from what the type of scenes you normally see me in...don’t let that frighten you, I am still sick and perverted!
Thanks again to Y, J and my well-hung sexy co-star Spades.***
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Lately we’ve been getting lucky with what I’ll start calling Happy Butthole Moments, since they aren’t full-blown Butthole Days. I probably shouldn’t say “full-blown” and “butthole” in the same sentence. Doesn’t sound right. Anyways, I say we’ve been lucky because that seems to be the only reason these Happy Butthole Moments are happening. This last time, I had absolutely no intention of going for MY LOVE’s cute little pucker, but she flashed it at me and I couldn’t resist sliding my tongue inside it. And once the tongue was in there the cock HAD to follow.
Actually, it was quite comical at first. I’d begun by kissing all over MY GIRL – her stomach, feet, legs, chest – and then stopping at her clit to give it some much-needed attention. I was doing something I don’t normally do: really burying my tongue and face in there. I think MY SLUT liked it a little because next thing I know her legs were going higher up in the air and that little used-up asshole was being placed right in front of me. Sliding my tongue in was easy – almost too easy! Normally, when it’s a Happy Butthole Day, I have to really break her in before we can get to the fun. She is usually very tight and doesn’t open up easily. On this night her asshole seemed to say, “Welcome,” as it relaxed and granted me easier access, “Please come inside.” I did.
Soon enough I was up on my knees, bending MY ANAL WHORE’S legs back even further. My cock was rock hard, yet getting the head of it in her ass was very easy. Instead of fucking her right away I leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up her Hitachi Magic Wand from the floor. Gave it to her and told her to have fun. While I held her legs apart and slowly pushed in and out of her asshole she played with the vibrator, trying to bring herself to orgasm. Normally she does not cum with something inside her – it is direct clit stimulation with the Hitachi but I am usually face fucking her or something like that – so it was not easy for her to get off. She was certainly enjoying herself but having difficulty achieving orgasm. We made small adjustments and I began to fuck her more vigorously but it was just too odd/different of a sensation. More like a distraction. MY LOVE was determined though, talking about retraining her pussy to cum when I was inside her. Who am I to rush her or try to convince her she can’t do it? So, I slowed back down and just sat with my cock in her ass, running my hands all over her body while she used the vibrator on herself. Eventually her legs began to close, her chest turned red and she made some wonderful, guttural sounds that all indicated she was cumming. My cock was pushed out of the place it loves the most, but it would return shortly.
She took my cock in her ass while laying on her back, with her legs spread wide for me. I didn’t really pound at her like I normally do, because we still didn’t know how clean she would stay for how long, but I did take my time and enjoy myself. I was determined to. For a while MY CUNT flipped onto her side and took me at an odd but wonderfully tight angle. I was at my deepest then and it was fantastic to feel her asshole firmly encasing my manhood. I kept going slow so that she didn’t stretch out to accommodate me too quickly. After a bit of this the vibrator came back into play and I’m not sure, but I think MY LOVE managed another orgasm before I finally got off. I’m sure I dumped my load inside her ass, and that she slept the whole night with it in there.
I know these Happy Butthole Moments are more about luck than anything else, and I know one shouldn’t push their luck – especially when it’s going good for them – but I am greedy and will continue to roll the dice. That hole is just TOO GOOD!
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Friday night, MY LOVE and I decided to chance it and go to one of the local cheap theatres to see “Shutter Island”. For a Friday, the theatre was actually pretty empty, but then again it’s a damn boring movie that really seems to go nowhere so I’m not surprised people weren’t fighting for seats. We sat in the very last row again so that nobody could possibly sit behind us and be a bother. The movie started, and although it was pretty slow and uninteresting I think we were both enjoying ourselves.
Two younger guys came in about ten minutes into the movie and sat down two rows in front of us. They did not otherwise draw attention to themselves until about another twenty or so minutes had passed. That was when the smaller of the two got up and left for a moment. When he returned, he had a big bag of popcorn and a large soda. After handing his friend the bag, he sat down and began to eat. This was really noticeable right away. Shutter Island is a slow, quiet movie (crunch!) so there were plenty of (crunch! crunch!) moments where you could hear (crunch!) what was going on down the hallway, in the (crunch! crunch!) lobby of the theatre. But that’s not what I (crunch!) heard. I all heard (crunch! crunch!) was the young guy sitting two rows in front of me, literally (crunch!) shoveling popcorn into his mouth, non-stop, for (crunch! crunch!) twenty minutes straight. Every bite he took (crunch!) he chewed with his mouth wide open. The only time he (crunch!) paused was to reach over and grab the soda pop he’d (crunch!) purchased. And as the drink disappeared (crunch! crunch!) he began to shake the cup – ice rattling loudly (crunch!) for everyone to hear. Then it was back to (crunch! crunch!) shoveling handful after handful of popcorn into his (crunch!) mouth, each bite a loud exclamation (crunch!) in the near-silence. It was (crunch!) maddening. I had to sit with my fingers (crunch! crunch!) in my ears to eliminate the (crunch!) sound. I could still see the movie, and could even hear (crunch!) what was going on, but frankly it wasn’t that exciting or (crunch! crunch!) entertaining. Leonardo Di’Caprio spent a lot of time (crunch!) talking to dead people, hiding dead (crunch! crunch!) bodies, and getting absolutely nowhere at a very slow (crunch!) pace. We did finally give up on the (crunch!) movie with no regrets. I don’t even care how it (crunch! crunch!) ended.
Of course I ranted on the way home. After having to ask the drunk women at the concert the other night to please shut up or take their loud conversation elsewhere I really didn’t want to have another incident. It blew my mind that nobody else around the pig seemed to be affected by his open-mouthed chomping. MY LOVE said that a man in their same row kept looking over at the two young men, so maybe he was bothered by it as well. I know there was a couple sitting almost directly in front of them and I was astonished they never turned around and said a word. If it was loud for us, two rows behind him I can’t imagine what it was like directly in front of him. Maybe they were blissfully ignorant. Wish I could learn that trick.
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MY LOVE and I recently went out to see one of our favorite bands perform live, in a local club. talkdemonic is actually from Portland, so you’d think it would be easy to catch one of their shows, but it isn’t. They have been taking a break from a recent tour and recording a new album, so it has been months since they played in front of an audience. I thought for sure the show would sell out, since the last time we tried to catch them in Portland it did, but we made sure to get our tickets early when we heard they were playing.
I took my camera along so that I could record a bit of the performance. MY LOVE and I stood up by the soundboard, which is a bit away from the crowd. I actually like to see the stage, and hear the music when I go to a concert, so this seemed the perfect vantage point. I understand that some people are more interested in getting drunk and being fucking obnoxious, than watching the performers on stage, but I don’t tolerate that shit around me unless I have to. I’ve paid to hear the band and I am going to hear them even if I have to confront somebody. As you know, I’ve had my share of failures at this in movie theatres - making things worse by opening my mouth instead of making them better – but on this night I tried to handle a situation that occurred better than I normally would. At least I tried…
talkdemonic was on stage, doing their best to entertain us all. We’d all paid to get into the show, so it wasn’t like there were a bunch of drunk idiots already hanging out when the band set up their instruments. Everyone in the room had purchased a ticket or they wouldn’t have been in there. So, the band everyone paid to see is up doing their thing, but all I can hear four feet to my right are two drunk, loud cackling bitches. They are yelling in each other’s ears, to be heard over the music, and then laughing hysterically at everything that is said. Not only was it annoying, it was rude to every person around them. Three songs went by with this shit going on before I finally said something. When I did, it was actually polite. Leaning forward, I asked the ladies if they wouldn’t mind being quiet so I could hear the music, or taking their conversation somewhere else. I put my hands together like I was praying/begging and said “Please” three times. The lady closest to me seemed to suddenly understand how loud she’d been and apologized. The other cunt couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
A song ended and everyone began to clap. From my right I heard loud bitch #2 bellow at someone that they’d better quiet down so people can hear the music. It was clearly a jab at me and I should have just let it go, but I didn’t. “That’s what I paid for, to come here and listen to some drunk bitches yell over the music” I said loudly, and the woman who’d remained silent looked shocked and shamed. She leaned over to me and made it clear that she wasn’t happy with the way her friend was acting. Shortly after that I was pleased to see them walk away. The rest of the concert was wonderful.
I’ve talked about this before. What compels rude idiots to act this way? Why can’t I go to a public event without some asshole ruining it? Is it really too much to ask for people to show some respect, and shut the fuck up when a movie starts/performance begins? You’ve heard me say all this crap before so I’ll just stop right now.
The performance was great but not one of their best. I think we both left feeling like their older performances were more enjoyable. The new stuff they played sounds an awful lot like the old stuff, actually, which isn’t a good thing either. A little variety helps at least distinguish one song from the next but I know some bands feel they have to stay true to their particular style so that they can remain easily recognizable. I don’t know what moves the two members of talkdemonic to write their music, or if they are even interested in trying out new things, I just know I like what they do and will be as supportive as I can. They are worth it, in my opinion.
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