It's going to be months until spring returns and we can get back to yard work. But here's a fun reminder of what we can look forward to. Happy winter!
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
OH VERY YOUNG
"Oh very young what will you leave us this time,
you're only dancing on this earth for a short while..."
--Cat Stevens
Oh to be naked and young. Sometimes youth is wasted on the young, and sometimes it is lived perfectly. Here's to a New Year, and doing things that make you scared, or feel alive, or both, and leave memories to look back upon. In the end, that is all we have.
"Oh very young what will you leave us this time,
you're only dancing on this earth for a short while..."
--Cat Stevens
Oh to be naked and young. Sometimes youth is wasted on the young, and sometimes it is lived perfectly. Here's to a New Year, and doing things that make you scared, or feel alive, or both, and leave memories to look back upon. In the end, that is all we have.
Friday, January 01, 2010
NEW YEAR'S GIFT
For New Year's, we got a room in the fanciest hotel in town. It was a little treat for us to celebrate our third anniversary. We then dressed up in our best clothes and went to a nice restaurant. She wore a black dress and heels, and did up her hair. She looked great, and it reminded me of when we first dated.
At dinner, she whispered in my ear that she was wearing new panties. Special panties, she explained. She took my hand under the table and drew it to the hem of her dress. Under the cover of the tablecloth, I inched my hand up her soft thigh, until I found the edge of her panties. My fingers explored the soft fabric. Then my finger unexpectedly hit her bare skin. She smiled mischievously. There's more, she said, but you'll have to wait until we're back in the room.
Between courses, my hand returned between her legs. She'd open them just enough to let my finger run up and down the slit in her crotchless panties. Every time my finger grazed her clit, she'd shutter. We'd ordered a bottle of wine, and after a few glasses, she was clearly getting aroused and tipsy.
Back in the room, she turned and asked me to unzip her dress. When the dress fell, she turned, revealing a matching bra and pantie set. Her bra was cut-out, too, and her hard nipples poked through. She leaned forward and brushed each nipple in turn against my lips. As I sucked on her nipples through her peek-a-boo bra, my finger returned to her panties. She was soaking wet, and my finger slid easily inside her. I moved it in and out slowly, flicking her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned and was lost in the sensation, swaying from my caresses and the wine.
She broke off and retrieved a small present from her suitcase. She handed it to me and told me to open it. I sat in the hotel chair beside the bed and unwrapped it. To my surprise, it was a life-sized penis-shaped dildlo, complete with balls. For me? I asked.
No, this is for you, she said, and taking the dildo from my hand, lay back on the hotel bed. She spread her legs, revealing her moist lips, framed by her new panties. She rubbed the toy up her length, coating it in her juices, gliding it over her clit, before positioning it at her entrance. She'd had her eyes closed, but as she held the tip of the dildo against her, she looked at me and smiled. Do you want me to, she asked. I nodded. Will you watch, she asked. I nodded again. Happy New Year, she said, and pushed the dildo its full length into her.
For New Year's, we got a room in the fanciest hotel in town. It was a little treat for us to celebrate our third anniversary. We then dressed up in our best clothes and went to a nice restaurant. She wore a black dress and heels, and did up her hair. She looked great, and it reminded me of when we first dated.
At dinner, she whispered in my ear that she was wearing new panties. Special panties, she explained. She took my hand under the table and drew it to the hem of her dress. Under the cover of the tablecloth, I inched my hand up her soft thigh, until I found the edge of her panties. My fingers explored the soft fabric. Then my finger unexpectedly hit her bare skin. She smiled mischievously. There's more, she said, but you'll have to wait until we're back in the room.
Between courses, my hand returned between her legs. She'd open them just enough to let my finger run up and down the slit in her crotchless panties. Every time my finger grazed her clit, she'd shutter. We'd ordered a bottle of wine, and after a few glasses, she was clearly getting aroused and tipsy.
Back in the room, she turned and asked me to unzip her dress. When the dress fell, she turned, revealing a matching bra and pantie set. Her bra was cut-out, too, and her hard nipples poked through. She leaned forward and brushed each nipple in turn against my lips. As I sucked on her nipples through her peek-a-boo bra, my finger returned to her panties. She was soaking wet, and my finger slid easily inside her. I moved it in and out slowly, flicking her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned and was lost in the sensation, swaying from my caresses and the wine.
She broke off and retrieved a small present from her suitcase. She handed it to me and told me to open it. I sat in the hotel chair beside the bed and unwrapped it. To my surprise, it was a life-sized penis-shaped dildlo, complete with balls. For me? I asked.
No, this is for you, she said, and taking the dildo from my hand, lay back on the hotel bed. She spread her legs, revealing her moist lips, framed by her new panties. She rubbed the toy up her length, coating it in her juices, gliding it over her clit, before positioning it at her entrance. She'd had her eyes closed, but as she held the tip of the dildo against her, she looked at me and smiled. Do you want me to, she asked. I nodded. Will you watch, she asked. I nodded again. Happy New Year, she said, and pushed the dildo its full length into her.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
CAMP BATHING
We were backpacking on a college break, back in Colorado. It'd been a few days of hard hiking in the back country, and we were beginning to get ripe. Sweat on dried sweat, and oily hair. When the girls found a waterfall, it became their shower. It was hardly more than a trickle. The water was freezing, having been snow a day or so before, but it felt wonderful. Layer and layer of dirt and grim washed away, leaving us renewed in our own private wilderness.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
XMAS LIGHTS
The American custom of using electric lights began in 1882 when an associate of Thomas Edison, Edward Johnson, hand-wired 80 red, white and blue bulbs and wound them around a rotating evergreen tree.
In 1895, President Grover Cleveland set up a lighted Christmas tree in the White House and the general public began to notice.
Edison's company, General Electric, began offering hand-blown bulbs that could be wired together like beads on a string. Homeowners had to hire a "wireman" to stab the mess together, and rent a generator to power it. At the turn of the century, the larger department stores started to set up illuminated trees to attract customers. Members of high society began hosting Christmas Tree parties. In 1903, The American Eveready Co. came out with a light set more like we know today that included screw-in bulbs and a plug for the wall socket. And the rest, as they say, is history
The American custom of using electric lights began in 1882 when an associate of Thomas Edison, Edward Johnson, hand-wired 80 red, white and blue bulbs and wound them around a rotating evergreen tree.
In 1895, President Grover Cleveland set up a lighted Christmas tree in the White House and the general public began to notice.
Edison's company, General Electric, began offering hand-blown bulbs that could be wired together like beads on a string. Homeowners had to hire a "wireman" to stab the mess together, and rent a generator to power it. At the turn of the century, the larger department stores started to set up illuminated trees to attract customers. Members of high society began hosting Christmas Tree parties. In 1903, The American Eveready Co. came out with a light set more like we know today that included screw-in bulbs and a plug for the wall socket. And the rest, as they say, is history
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