Month: May 2013

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4:15 WTF am I doing up?

Lights come on in the hallway.

Who? What?

“What’s going on?” I call out in the general direction of the lights.

No Answer.

Dimly aware of one of the dogs standing on the bed near the foot.

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Funny smell, can’t place it, wondering if I’ve got a sinus infection, smells kind of like that.

Briefly i consider the Gothic wonder I’m in for later this morning when I blow my nose.

Dog gone from foot of bed. I hear alarm being disarmed, sliding door opens.

Partner comes into room turn on light low (that was nice).

“What’s up?“

By way of reply, “Damn, Dog vomited on the comforter and foot of the bed.“

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I’m awake now!

Yep, one of the dogs has been well…  sick as a dog.

What a lovely mess…

Partner tromps downstairs to garage for paper towels. I sit on edge of bed shaking the rest of my weird nightmares away to be replaced with this mornings disaster.

Tromping comes back up stairs. I pull shorts on.

I watch as paper towel disintegrates turning an unpleasant greenish yellow mess into an even less appealing greenish yellow pulpy mess with happy printed flowers.  I watch as partner chases vomit down the inside of the footboard past the protective barrier of the comforter.

RIGHT! Time to act.

“Stop“, “MOVE!“

I grab a handful of small cheap cotton towels from the linen closet. These towels are handy for quick cleanups of anything but are usually used to clean up the aftermath of sex or masturbation.

The first one I use to come up under the fibrous wad of grass, bile, and the previously shredded paper towel in an attempt to prevent the mess from coming into contact with & permanently staining the mattress.

Mission accomplished! Mattress and foundation unscathed! I wad dirty towel up and toss it on another one I’ve opened up on the floor. 

Next step. “Grab the comforter, we need to get it off the bed before we end up having to wash the sheets, and the mattress pad”

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Step completed partially successfully. The sheets and therefore the mattress pad will have to be washed. However the comforter is off the bed.

I’m working to get the comforter cover off the comforter when I look up and see partner standing with bottle of Shout! at the ready. 

Suppressing my first reaction (which by the way was to Shout!) I suggest that it might be more helpful if I was assisted in removing the comforter cover which due to it’s size is rather like trying to remove a used condom from a raging Rhino without spilling the contents

Cover removed, using Shout! is now a reasonable course of action.

Cover in washer, 1:45 of partner fiddling with the four or five controls on washer most of which are PRESET by the use of the main control knob and cannot be changed. Finally partner presses Start button, the washer comes to life.

Comforter is still sitting in middle of hallway, now folded over with wet/stained spot in contact with dry / non-stained part. I’ve been waiting for some assistance in getting the comforter squared away so that the stain and liquid don’t end up on the floor making a bigger mess to clean up… for the past 2 minutes…

I’m beginning to get annoyed but realize that partner is probably not fully awake and certainly doesn’t think the same way I do. 25 years later and it still chaps my hide, ain’t gonna change and the annoyance is my problem. GRRRRRR!

Comforter secured.

I go back to the bedroom and the stack of cheap towels, wet one down with warm water and I start cleaning the remaining puke off the footboard. 

Humm, not too bad. The finish is undamaged. 

Come back into hallway with now wet / dirty towels and notice partner has stepped in sick, and has been tracking it all over the rest of the house! 

Jaw clenches involuntarily. 

“Umm, take off your shoes.” 

Partner keeps walking around.

“STOP! Take off your shoes! You’ve stepped in puke and have now succeeded in tracking it all over the house!“

Partner ” Oh… Wonder how that happened?”, continuing to walk into kitchen.

GRRRRRR!

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I’m not going to blow my stack, I’m going to remain calm.

I’m also going to get to scrub all the floors in the house and then get to my self assigned task of re-grouting around several tiles in the hallway.

Oh wait… I can’t do that today, because with laundry being run the grout wouldn’t be able to set up undisturbed.

Re-grouting must wait.

Rest of my day shot to hell. On the plus side, Partner realizes that the comforter will not fit in the washer. Upon realization volunteers to take comforter to laundromat great! 

Day is looking up! I don’t have to deal with people.

Vomit I can handle. Dog has tummy ache & can’t help it. I’m cool with that.

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I can remain calm in the face of someone who doesn’t think, reason, or plan like me. Or someone who can’t process cause / effect information.

I can avoid shouting about someone that’s oblivious to their actions

But combine them all before 5AM and well I need a wide open place to vent my frustration. Ain’t gonna happen today!

I can’t leave the house… Hows that supply of towels?

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I was thinking about the slippery slope

I’m beginning to think that this concept isn’t taught anymore by parents or by our educational system. While it may be a somewhat fallacious argument, as a thought experiment The Slippery Slope can be a cautionary lesson too.

After all it does not necessarily follow that equal rights for everyone, will result in bestiality, paedophilia, and the end of civilization. Althought there are those who would construct that argument.

I personally believe that in the realm of ethics an exploration of the slippery slope is a worthwhile exercise.

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I guess it’s a tough concept to explain with a society that’s as fractured by special interests and the perception of special rights as ours is today.

Back at the dawn of time, I was taught about the slippery slope by my parents. My education on the subject was via philosophical discussions that my parents had or that happened during holiday get togethers.

Even in middle and high school we had discussions about slippery slopes using some of the morally ambiguous characters from literature.

My Granddad and Dad would sometime get into these discussions and it was only after many years and some information from my brother that I realized these discussions were perhaps more pragmatic than philosophical.

The Slippery Slope is at it’s core a description of how behavior becomes accepted and in the worst case even respectable due to repeated justification, excuses, and rhetoric.

Our politicians are pretty good examples. Influence peddling, favors for political contributions and the like. All of which are technically illegal, but which are often ignored because someone somewhere else is doing something 100 times worse.

You find yourself on “The Slope” when you justify an action you know to be wrong, using any variety of excuses.

“Well, just this once.”, “It’s not going to hurt anybody“, “That sign only means if you’ve got bad tires.”, “They can afford it, they’re wealthy, or better off than me, or insured.“

This is how you end up with a dozen people falling into a partially frozen lake.

This is how you have people believing that any imposition of law or order must obviously be racism.

This is how you end up with people more and more easily justifying that some criminal behavior is ok. 

‘My kids needed Christmas I only stole that Xbox for them”. ‘I wanted to watch the football game so I took the TV from that rich white fucks house, what does it matter? He’s insured.”

This is the slippery slope that so many of our leaders used to talk about.

Before you say “Yeah, well you’ve never had it rough”, trust me, I have.

I’ll tell you a story sometime if you’d like. 

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My point is that we’re on a very slippery slope in our country right now.

We’ve seen the abuses from organizations like the IRS,TSA, DHS, State Department, & FBI.

We’ve seen what happens when government agencies believe they’re immune to prosecution and above the law. “Operation Fast & Furious”, Brutal & cruel screening procedures at airports, the release of Illegal immigrants from DHS holding as an attempt to scare Congress into avoiding the sequester.

Even the assault on the 2nd amendment has elements of the slippery slope. “We’re going to just take this one kind of gun.“, “We’re only going to require this, or that, or this other thing, for you to exercise your 2nd amendment right. “

But the scope of the requirements and restrictions keeps evolving and growing.

NYC “We’re going to limit your drink sizes because you people can’t control yourselves and are too fat. You’ve become a health burden.”

Now we’re seeing the Mayor initiating legislation to hide cigarettes. Again this is billed as “For the good of the children, and the general health & wellbeing of the people“

NYC is, no matter how you cut it, abridging the rights of the people to engage in their personal pursuit of happiness.

These slides lead us toward a destination that is radically different from the Democracy that our forefathers envisioned.

Unfortunately, like the icy hill, once you’re over the edge you can’t stop until you hit bottom.

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We as Americans, need to think about how much we have to lose, and how far we have to fall. 

Call on your representatives to stop the abuses. Let Congress & The White House know that you The Citizens… (We The People) have had enough, and that Washington has your full and undivided attention.

Demand investigations, and that lawbreakers within our government be brought to justice No Matter Who the are.

If we don’t put a stop to it now, there may be no stopping it till we hit bottom.

Just a thought…

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NSFW This is Officially the 666th blog post.

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So in honor of this auspicious occasion, I decided to throw something out here that is worthy of the number 666.

Here goes.

Like all men, I like to get my rocks off as often as I can.

I’m a master masturbator and I can absolutely say I’ve never had my hand fall asleep stroking my dick.

I have on occasion fallen asleep while stroking my dick but it wasn’t my hands fault…

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Sex is one of those things that I don’t think I get enough of. I mean I could have sex… and presented with another opportunity 1/2 hour (or less) later I’m going to be interested.

Like most men I like having my dick sucked. I really like having my balls licked, kissed & sucked too. If someone is willing to do that on command then I’m totally into it.

Anyone who wants to suck my dick is welcome to do it. Just let me get comfortable, have a drink and you can crawl between my legs and stay there for as long or as many loads as you’d like.

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I love standing above someone on their knees as they bury their noses in my pubes. I like the submission and at the same time knowing that they’re getting to do exactly what they want. My dick is their pleasure.

What I’d never acknowledged (even to myself) until very recently was that I like the power.

I totally get off on it.

“Lick my balls! ” What a thrill it is to bark that order at someone and have them jump to it.

“Suck my dick.” and have a willing supplicant allow me to hold their head and choke them sliding my dick in & out of their mouth and down their throat.

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But shoving my dick down someones throat while I’m grunting and shooting my jiz into their waiting mouth and watching it back up spilling down their chin and dripping onto their body really gets my motor running.

Don’t get me wrong, I like to fuck too. Someone offering themselves to me begging me to penetrate them can be a real turn on.

I recently was in a situation where I got completely in the moment (so to speak) and something clicked in my head as I held a partners head and used their mouth & throat.

What clicked was This is fucking awesome I’m completely in control and they’re loving being taken. In fact the rougher I was the better we both seemed to like it.

In the end I was just face fucking them, bouncing my balls off their cheek and honest to god I was relishing their struggle to breathe.

When I blew my load they greedily sucked and swallowed. However when I got to a position that I could see their face, my cum was running down their face onto the pillow. I liked that they’d be smelling my jizz all night long.

I kept making ’em suck my dick even though I was softening, feeding the last of my load down that greedy throat.

Even now sitting here writing about it, I’ve got a semihard that’s dripping precum from the memory.

If you’re into it… I’m always looking for mouths open and waiting, the line forms to the right.

Let me put my bone in your throat.