Up!

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Maybe more ~up!  :)  Nearly, mostly, somesuch.  But, I think it is a good thing.

Awake, feeling rather well, maybe going to get to things today.  Not a lot, just... some things.  Get dishes going, from wherever they are.  Start a load of laundry, maybe do two... three?  Clean the litter box mats, let them dry, then begin placing those around the house, so Sassy has a place wherever she might find herself.  One of the new poop scoops arrived.  This one is made purely of wire, but thick, heavy.  I thought it might be too open, but was impressed with how well it works, and that it doesn't get clogged.  It... may well work out.  Remember, just because I doubt something, doesn't mean I won't try it.  Amen.

I dreamed of a girl, from my first highschool years.  Carolyn.  She has a big butt.  She was a big girl.  But she was one of those beautiful big girls.  Now, I already had a girl, and I was trying my damnedest not to screw her... if that... wasn't what I really wanted.  So many eyes on us!  And, I had already learned, doing two, or three, or more, girls at one time is super... problematic.  She did let me know that, any time I wanted, I could get some bounce.  I had four other girls who were quite available.  I sweated those years like you can't imagine.

Yea, some guys just... have it on tap.  I didn't go for it, mostly, while in a swimming pool, as a tadpole though.  The middle aged women were available, discreet, and expendable.  Yea, I was screwing their moms, from time to time, and quietly.  I... wonder if any of them guessed?  Some of them probably knew, if I don't think that... bothered them at all.  The 60's really screwed things up, for from then on.  It has probably always been a bit... fresh, life, sex, women.  But it... really changed then.

She was a big girl, Carolyn, but had that bumble bee figure.  I sure wanted to ride her.  But, truth is, I wanted to ride them all.  And, eventually, I gave it a hell of a shot.  I rode 'til something broke, then kept on riding, even when I sprained it.  I swear, sometimes, when it gets up, even now, ever putting it on light duty for over a decade, it still... has a sprain when it wakes up looking for sunny shine.  :p  Like my nose, from so many fights.  If I bump it, rolling, on the pillow, the fracture line is still there.  Yea, funny these things.

Hmm... more info than you may have wanted.  But, there you go.  Still half dreaming of fat bottomed women.  Like being flower-bombed, the smell, feel, intoxicating.  Still can see her offering eyes, and grin.  She really wanted to be ridden, and it would have been super, until she wanted to talk, or negotiate the price of the ride.  Always... the price.

Anyway.  Down at around 15:00, up at 22:30, giver or take just a bit on all of it.  Life is good.  I'll try to get to work, play a bit more, do chores at sunup, stay up until at least early afternoon again.  And... enjoy life, even if it hurts.  Later.