So we rented scooters/mopeds. I don't know the difference anymore. These things probably had a maximum speed of 45 mph going downhill. With the wind at your back. They were a little noisy, and a bit uncomfortable for me because I'm tall, but we had a blast riding them around. MY LOVE had an especially good time since she has never really operated one. I don't the smile she was wearing left her face the entire time we were out.
We had the scooters for five hours, and the night before we had been told by a local about a route that would take us to some lava fields. We would take our time puttering along the coast, stopping whenever we felt like it, and eventually we would get there. It wasn't "the" destination we were out to enjoy so much as the "getting there". So we lathered on a lot of sunscreen, donned our sunglasses and headed out.
The first place we stopped, MY LOVE just wanted to get in the water. That was it. Locking up our mopeds, we waded out into the surprisingly warm water. The waves were mild and the sun wasn't deplorably hot yet. I'm not much of a swimmer so I just went out until the water was at my waist.
MY LOVE was going in up to her neck to cool off a bit. Upon returning to the scooters, we found that someone had sprinkled bird seed on a nearby fallen tree, and there amongst the native birds were what I'm guessing are wild chickens(?).
There were no dwellings nearby that these fowl seemed to belong too and it was clear there were at least three generations all feeding at the same time. We saw the big male (pictured) several females, two younger males, and a few babies.
There were a couple more random stops along the way. Places that seemed to hold promise but wound up being dead ends. We passed a lot of private property with heavy security in place, and these were all beachside homes, so getting to the water was actually a challenge at times. There were definite public areas that we well labeled, and in every one of them we found people surfing, swimming, fishing or diving. When we finally got to the lava fields we were hot and a little hungry.
You could see the paths the lava had taken, so many years ago. In a couple of areas you could even see exactly where it had erupted from. Holes in the earth that looked like suppurated wounds.
We drove all the way to the end of the road and parked our scooters one last time, so that we could do a bit of exploring. MY LOVE was off into the water again as soon as she could get there. This particular section of beach was very rocky (from the lava) and the water was bit cooler, but the color of it...
We finally had to turn the mopeds in and head for the "condo" so that we could escape the heat. Did I mention it's hot here?
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We landed safely in Maui yesterday, and were met at the airport by Emme, our new friend from MauiKink. She presented us with two beautiful leis, helped us find our luggage, and was kind enough to drive us to the “condominium” we are staying at in Kihei. I put it in parenthesis because the place we are in is a far cry from a condo, but more about that later.
The plane ride wasn’t bad but I did have difficulty with the person sitting behind me. There will be more on that later, as well. I’ll admit to being a bit horny after the semi-long flight, but mostly it was about being on vacation in such a wonderful place. We unpacked some of our stuff and then got to fucking. There must be something in the air here - because we definitely aren’t drinking the water – that is affecting my sex drive. In the last twenty-four hours I have had five orgasms, and all of them were magnificent.
This morning, MY LOVE awoke a little after 5a.m. and decided to go out on our balcony and take a look at the ocean. I followed her outside and fucked her while early-morning dog walkers and joggers went by. Traffic at that time was sparse. The orgasm I had then was number four. Number two came last night, after a lengthy period of standing out on the same balcony and hoping that people passing by were getting a good look. I know I saw one car slow down and stop, and I swear you could just hear the person in the vehicle trying to decide if they should back up or not. There was a definite pause and then the car slowly pulled away. When MY LOVE saw that some youngsters were coming down the sidewalk towards us we went inside and finished fucking on the couch. Less than two hours later, while watching a movie, we would get started on a lengthy bit of fucking and sucking that would bring about orgasm number three for me.
Number five occurred just a few hours ago. We rented mopeds/scooters today and rode around on them for a few hours, before it got too hot to do much of anything except hide in an air-conditioned building for a while until it cooled down. We used that down time to do some more fucking, only this time MY LOVE did her “sleeping” act and I used her hot but lifeless body. It was suggested that I try for another "six orgasms in twenty-four hours" day but I don’t feel up to it. It’s so hot and humid here that by mid-day all I want to do is take a nap.
It is beautiful here. There will be plenty of pictures, and we’ll tell you a bit more about riding the mopeds/scooters and all the other stuff we’ve been doing. Tomorrow we’re trying to go jet-skiing but the only company that rents them nearby is not answering the phone, so we may be doing something else entirely. We’ll have to wait and see…
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We are currently standing in Portland International Airport, waiting to board our Hawaiin Airlines flight to Maui! We will be there three days and then we'll be hopping over to Oahu for another four. This is a "working vacation" with the emphasis on vacation. Neither of us have been to Hawaii before so we are very excited!
When we drove over the mountain yesterday, from our Central Oregon home, it was sunny and warm on our side. By the time we reached Portland though, the season had clearly changed. Fall has arrived in the big city. Last night it was cold and wet and I had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt because I was expecting better weather. If we had flown out of Redmond it would not have seemed like a big change in weather and temperature, but leaving from Portland we are both happy to be going to a place where it's still in the low 90's.
I know I always promise to stay in touch, and I've think I'm getting better over time. Look for updates from Hawaii every day... and maybe I'll surprise you.
Aloha!
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When I first moved to Portland, Oregon, in the early 90’s, I knew exactly one person. That was a bit scary, and certainly very lonely. It didn’t take me long to ask a very cute girl out, that worked at a shoe store I had been to exactly three times. The first was to look at their selection of Doc Marten’s, the second to purchase a pair of them, and the third to ask the girl out. Don’t recall her name, nor does it matter. She was short, cute, had a great set of boobs, wore glasses and had long black hair. That’s how much I remember.
We met at a hip Mexican restaurant, had a couple of drinks and ate a light meal. The plan was to go from there to a movie because that’s pretty much all I had in my dating repertoire at that time in my life. I don’t remember why we chose to see The Bad Lieutenant. I don’t recall if it was a suggestion of mine, or hers, or if we even looked in the paper to see about other movies. I just know we went to see it. The dinner and drinks had been fine –typically awkward but alcohol had helped that a bit – so sitting down next to each other in the dark theater was thrilling for me. I was excited about intimacy of any kind, and there seemed a very real possibility that this girl was beginning to like me. Whatever. Who knows? Things didn’t go as I’d hoped, once the movie started.
Have any of you seen this film? It stars Harvey Keitel in what I think will forever be the role of his career. He plays a crooked cop who robs people, gambles heavily and dangerously, lies, steals evidence from homicides, and does so many drugs you simply won’t believe it. It is a phenomenal movie! I know that there are versions out there that are edited, and watching them will not do this movie justice. If you decide to rent it after I’m done with my story, do yourself a favor and make sure you get the “Unrated” or “NC-17” or “Director’s Cut” versions. If it’s rated “R” it’s crap.
Let me just say a bit more about this movie before I get back to my story. A nun gets raped pretty early on. The Bad Lieutenant smokes crack, smokes heroin, drinks profusely, snorts a lot of cocaine and all while on duty. He gets further and further into debt with a loan shark as the movie progresses. This is a very, very bad man, and some of the shit he does will just amaze you. Harvey Keitel gave an astonishing performance that made me forever a fan. Perhaps he is the reason why we decided to see that particular movie that night. All I know is, I sat down in the dark theater with this total stranger and proceeded to watch a horribly fucked up guy do some horribly fucked up shit. The nun getting raped was hard enough to deal with, on a first date. There was certainly no hand-holding going on during that. At no point did this movie even accidentally wander into “it’s time to get intimate with the date you brought to the movies with you” territory. No sequence of events said “it’s okay to snuggle now”. What it did was make you stare in awe and wonder – and a bit of disgust.
So, I’m sitting and watching this royally fucked up character take advantage of people, get drunk and dance naked with drugged-out whores, and other things quite shocking and offensive. Both of us have seen some pretty crazy shit so far, but we weren’t prepared for what was coming. At a stoplight, The Bad Lieutenant looks over and sees two young ladies driving what is clearly mom or dad’s car. He pulls them over, figures out they are under age, have no license, and have taken the car without permission, so he decides to take advantage of this. It would have been merciful if he’d just gotten a blowjob from one of them, or even raped them both, but that was not to be. Instead, in what has to be one of the most uncomfortable scenes I’ve ever witnessed on film, he begins to humiliate and otherwise abuse them right there on the street. While the passenger shows him her ass he makes the driver pretend to suck his cock.
She is not actually forced into the act, but she is told to “Show me how you suck a guy’s cock” with her mouth. To sort of pantomime it through the car window. Watching her sit there, clearly uncomfortable and nervous as hell, is far worse than any quick rape scene would have been. The Bad Lieutenant stands outside in the rain, next to their car with his cock in his hand, masturbating while repeating over and over again, “Show me how you suck a guy’s cock.”
Traffic goes by in the background but it doesn’t deter him for one moment. He gets impatient at first, because the girl is so nervous, so this phrase he keeps repeating comes out angry and insistent. “Come on, show me how you suck a guy’s cock!” Later, as he’s saying it for what has to be the fifteenth or sixteenth time, it sounds like he’s really enjoying himself. It was probably about the tenth time he said it – “Show me how you suck a guys cock. Come on, show me with your mouth. Show me. Show me how you suck a guys cock” that I looked over at the girl I’d brought - on our first date! - to this fucked up movie, and raised my eyebrows.
I leaned over and told her, “I did NOT know it was going to be like this”.
We never went out again. I really don’t know why. I don’t necessarily think it was the movie that turned her off, but it might have been a factor. I can’t recall the rest of the evening. Did I kiss her goodnight? Shit, I don’t know. Did I see her again? At her work, perhaps once, but that was it. I didn’t have a lot of money to spend on Doc Marten’s at the time. I don’t think the action we saw in the scene I just described was as shocking as the length and boldness of it. It’s like the rape scene in Irreversible that lasts an amazing eleven minutes! Most rape scenes in Hollywood releases don’t make it past the two-minute mark, and most of that isn’t graphic enough for MY SICK CUNT and I to really enjoy. But this was many years ago, and I didn’t know her sick ass yet. Back then I’d never seen a movie quite like The Bad Lieutenant, so it really grabbed my attention. So much that, to this day, I still consider it one of my Top Ten of all time. It is certainly one of the few movies that will follow us to Europe, when we go.
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I attended my first, and hopefully last, Alcoholics Anonymous meeting yesterday. Truth be told, I was supposed to go to one every week, the entire time I was attending rehab classes, but that would have been a minimum of twelve meetings and I really don’t think I could have forced myself to do that. It is so very depressing.
I’ve been to A.A. before. While stuck in a work-release center in Hillsboro Oregon, after getting released from prison, I went to weekly meetings. At that time, it was the only place I could get coffee with both cream and sugar. I’d sit with my cup, listen to the horror stories, and marvel at the weakness of some or the severity of the addiction of others. Every person that spoke sounded broken and pathetic, and I suppose in a way they were. I’m not judging, merely stating my perception. I could add nothing to these meetings. I was not an alcoholic, nor was I addicted to anything.
I’ve certainly never had a problem with alcohol. The taste is offensive to me, and the overall affect it has on my body is enough of an additional deterrent that MY LOVE and I still only go out once a week, and we rarely drink to excess when we do. I’ve had a long affair with marijuana, and I would say that I’m on the border between addicted and dependent. My body gets very angry when I stop for even short periods of time. It has become so used to it’s daily/weekly/monthly/yearly fix, that I can’t deny my dependence upon it. If I don’t smoke, my mood often becomes very dark, and I have been known to get severely depressed. Can I stop? Yes. Have I recently? Yes, actually. Right before I began my rehab classes I quit so that my first urine sample would not be so dirty. It was difficult on my body and spirit, but I didn’t struggle like a true addict does. Still, when I got the chance to go back to smoking, I jumped all over it.
So, I went to this single Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. It was a “nooner”, and the place was maybe half full. I sat in a corner and tried to listen respectfully, while being as invisible as possible. My plan was to attend this one meeting, and that was all I’d need, so I didn’t care to get involved. I did not plan to return, so what was the point? If any of you have ever been to A.A., you know what it’s like. I’d don’t think there are many people out there who aren’t aware, at least vaguely, of what happens at a meeting so I won’t describe this one too much. I will note that it started out pretty typically, with the leader reading daily passages from a couple of books, and then it was quickly time for everyone to share. On this particular day, once you’d finished talking you were to point to someone, and it was then their turn. I listened, and tried harder to remain invisible.
What I heard yesterday was no different than what I heard nearly ten years ago, in the work-release center. And just as before, there were folks who could share and keep their mind focused and there were those who simply didn’t know when it was time to wrap it up. My favorite was the guy who got called on and began by saying, “Well, I don’t really know that I have a whole lot to say…” This guy started on one thing, began to ramble, and eventually lost just about everyone in the room I think. It seemed like he was headed towards a conclusion, or just about to make a point, when he’d veer off and further bury what he was saying in nonsense. The meeting leader finally had to interrupt and suggest that he take some phone numbers home with him, from potential sponsors, so that others could get the opportunity to share. I don’t know if he would have ever shut up otherwise.
There was an older gentleman sitting about ten feet away from me who had to be in his late 60’s. He seemed, at times, as impatient as I was for people to wrap up what they were saying. I got this impression from his facial expressions, which looked sour and impatient. Near the end of the meeting he stood up during the middle of someone’s moment to share, went to a table that was covered with treats, and proceeded to noisily scoop a handful of them up. He sat back down and began to eat the candy he’d picked up, very loudly. The initial crunch into the shell could be heard across the room, and then the jerk sat there and chewed every last bite with his mouth open. As I watched, the people around him began to glance over with disgust, but nobody said a word. You’d think a person who had made it to 60 years old would have learned how to be polite, but I’ve found that age no longer seems to matter in cases like this. People, young and old, are generally unconcerned, oblivious assholes nowadays.
With five minutes left in the meeting I thought for sure that I would get away without having to say a word, but it didn’t go down that way. When a lady sitting three seats away pointed to me I was honest to the group. I told the room that I was NOT an alcoholic and that I was pretty much there to “observe”. I explained that I was required to go to A.A. meetings because of a D.U.I.I. and several people nodded their heads knowingly. That was pretty much it for me, so I passed it on to one last guy who was mercilessly brief. The meeting wrapped up and everyone stood to hold hands for the serenity prayer. Part of me wanted to just discreetly step aside but in the end I joined hands with the two people closest to me and just stood politely while they recited. It was awkward and I’m glad I don’t have to repeat the performance.
This was the final step to complete Diversion, for the D.U.I.I. that I got last year. In a few months, if all goes well, I should have the entire thing stricken from my record. One less mark on a pretty big sheet…
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