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Posted:Jul 13, 2014 2:25 pm
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So I think I have some weird kinda summer flu right now. Started with a runny nose and sore throat and ended up with near vomiting today. Just what does that mean. Well for one my life sucks. I had actually planned an activity for my and I to do today and two my story is probably going to be delayed a day or two.
I know I am not happy about it either.
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Posted:Jul 11, 2014 7:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2014 9:56 am
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Open yourself to love, understand that it is not a non renewable resource but instead as infinite as the ocean. Love freely and without hesitation or the need to get something in return. Love is its own reward.
These are what I consider my foundation. These things are what is keeping me grounded in a way and they are the path that I am following out of the wilderness.
Its like I told a friend the other day when we were texting. I love everybody, except my ex wives.
You should try it. It might just be as an amazing turn around as I have had.
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Posted:Jul 8, 2014 6:16 pm
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So after a day of sweating at work I came home and mowed my lawn where I sweated more and was eaten by mosquitos. now I am pissed off and sticky and bitten a lot. No worthwhile blogging going on now.
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Posted:Jul 7, 2014 6:01 pm
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It is getting to be hot around here. And I don't mean I have gotten even sexier than ever. What I mean is that the average temperature around here is gonna be around thirty Celsius. What that means is that work is gonna suck.
I work with refrigeration on a big scale and when it is hot like this it sucks dick. And not even my dick. What it means is that everyone is on edge because we are riding the razor edge when it comes to whether or not we can work.
On a more personal note I met with a lawyer and things seem to be shaping up somewhat. With any luck this whole divorce thing is wrapped up soon. My lawyer was quite pleased with where we are at as far as agreeing on the major stuff. Money not being major stuff so that is good as far as I am concerned.
I keep my eyes on the prize and that being making sure that my smiles and that I do at the end of the day.
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Posted:Jul 6, 2014 7:46 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2014 6:05 pm
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Sunday story time is delayed this week due to unforeseen conditions. With any luck I can get back on track quickly but until then make due with a sexy picture of a ladies behind. I know I do.
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Finally
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Posted:Jul 5, 2014 7:11 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2014 7:29 pm
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It is almost here and I for one am kinda excited. What is this thing that I am waiting for. It is the first weekend that I am off all summer so far and hopefully the baby spider and I can catch a garage sale or dozen today and rummage through some gypsy treasures.
We have long loved doing this. It was a way to escape from her mother so we took it and ran with it. With any luck we find something good today. If not we are driving around in the truck and laughing our brains out regardless.
Hope my American friends are waking up nicely hung over and still stuffed full of food. To my fellow canucks, get out there and enjoy summer it is too short of a season around here these days.
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Congratulations
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Posted:Jul 4, 2014 7:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2014 4:29 pm
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To you fine folks south of us congratulations. Your nation is another year older. Over indulge today and then spend the night with some fireworks. You deserve it.
Some of my favorite americans no longer visit blog land and I miss them for it. However one of the best ones has made her way back here and I thank her for it. Be safe down there guys. I know it can get crazy on a holiday like this. Enjoy yourselves and shit why not go crazy and get laid while you are at it.
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Things I love
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Posted:Jul 3, 2014 9:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2014 1:33 pm
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So after my post of things that I hate it was intimated that I should post things I love. Well that is what this is.
I love the exploration of a partner. Their spots of delight and joy and never more do I feel like a and full of wonder than when I find these spots.
I love the storms that seem to manifest here on the prairies. The dark clouds roll in from miles and at night you can see lightning in a panorama. The skies open up and rain pounds like nothing else till you are surrounded by sound and wet and you cant help but smile.
I love that first taste of rum and a cigar. The two of them were made for each other and damn if they are still not the best combination.
I love my and the joy she brings me on a daily basis.
I love the taste of ice cream and the perfection of a great steak and how delirious you can get on carbs and sugar alone.
I love every single breath that I have taken and I look forward to every single one I am gonna take. Realistically the other option sucks.
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Wednesday story time
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Posted:Jul 2, 2014 2:42 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 2:38 pm
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Sorry for missing sunday. Hopefully this makes up for it.
Time seemed to slip away while he was on the deck and remembering his father for fanatical punctuality he quickly gathered his stuff and made his way back to the field. It seemed like the right move to make as already there were one or two cars in the make shift parking lot . He hoped it was a sign of things to come as well.
Alex pulled up and parked his own truck in a semi line with the other vehicles there. He gave a slight wave and then moved on to the trailer and opened the one and swung the door wide open. He donned a whistle around his neck and thanked the stars that the mosquitos were taking a night off. No one had approached him yet so he moved the gear bags with the helmets out and unzipped another bag with balls and laid them on the ground near the trailer. He also sat down on the stairs and tried to make himself look inviting and yet coachy if there was such a thing.
It wasn’t long until the first curious people made their way out to see him. He guessed that she was about twenty five and her friend was a couple of years older. They walked sort of timidly and shyly towards him. “You the coach?”
“Yeah. My name is Alex.” He held out his hand and they both shook it. The younger one was blond and the older one was a brunette. He guessed they were work friends. Both seemed to be in relatively good physical condition. He looked down at the clipboard and waited for their names.
“I am Ami with and I and this is Sandra.” He quickly scanned the list of names and found them near the top. It meant to him that they had showed early interest and had stayed interested. He quickly ticked their names off the list.
“You guys are early and I like that. Try not to be hear too early ok. You make me look bad. If you want you can throw a ball around until everyone else gets here. We still got about a half an hour or so.” He indicated to the bag with the balls and was pleased that they grabbed one and were willing to play catch to pass the time away. He watched them move off and then silently analyzed their abilities. It was clear that Sandra the older had the ability to throw and catch. He guessed that she might have had an older brother or boyfriend who played and taught her basics of throwing and catching.
Ami with an I on the other hand was a wreck. She stopped more balls with her chest and her face than her hands. However she seemed to laugh it off and that was good enough for Alex. The fact that she didn’t stop trying to catch and throw made all the difference to him. He was willing to coach people who would try for him. He couldn’t coach quitters.
By then the second car had opened up and out strode a short thick woman. This was no wide receiver. Her face was set and she seemed to leaning into some imaginary force that was working against her. “Margret Danforth.” The words came out like a shotgun blast startling him.
He looked down the list and found her name as the first one there. A definite keener he thought as he reached his hand out. “My name is Alex. I am the coach I guess.”
“Ok. Just tell me do you think a three four defence is better than a four three?” The question threw him and then it came to him.
“How many boys do you have Margret?” He asked.
“Three. One in grade twelve, one in grade ten and the youngest in grade eight. Why do you ask?”
“I am gonna assume you are a single mom with three boys who are football crazy. I assume that they have swept you along with their craziness. No average mom asks my opinion on defensive fronts.”
“Yeah, single mom. But it is more like I swept them along with my craziness. I love the game and I just raised them to love it too.” Her passion was evident and he liked that.
“Ok, OK, its not a crime to love the game. And in answer to your question it has more to do with players and abilities than it does with fronts and who you are facing.” Alex was happy to see Joan show up in the background and more cars started to pull in. He noticed a half ton pull up and nobody seemed to get out of the truck and he stored that in the back of his mind.
The next half an hour was a blur of activity. Women showed up and broke off into groups to talk or just to play catch like the first pair. Joan walked into the trailer and marveled at what was there. She oohed and aahed over the helmets and it was clear that she was relieved that she didn’t have to lead this bunch. Kim showed up and in a pair of gray sweat pants and an old sweatshirt from his alma mater made his way over to the trailer. By now most of the ladies had shown up and he could see a few stragglers showing up.
Melissa showed up with a couple of girlfriends and he hoped that they knew what they were getting into. All in all it was about thirty women who had shown up, even a couple of the ones who had balked at the notion of a man coaching. There were some no shows but all in all he was pleased with the number that showed up. He was more pleased that Kim seemed to be his usual rock steady self. He was quiet confidence for someone who was making his up as he went along. Glancing at his watch he saw it was time and moved on down off his perch.
He blew the whistle sharply and called the ladies into a group and had them sit on the grass. He launched into what he hoped wouldn’t be a messed up speech. “Ladies my name is Alex and I am your coach. Some of you I know and then vast majority I don’t know. I barely remember your names so do not take that the wrong way. I will get to know you as the season goes along. Everyone here has different amounts of knowledge about the game. We are in Canada so we will play the Canadian game. So forget the stuff that you see your husband or boyfriend watch on Sunday mornings. My coaches and I will teach you the basics and fundamentals of the game, much the same way as we were taught. And I hope that you come to appreciate it as much as I do.”
He could feel every eye on him and he continued. “Not only is this a fun game but the bonds formed on a team go a long way in life. I have known my other coach since high school and we are still friends.” He pointed to Kim.
Kim broke into a grin and said. “He is really straining this friendship right now.” All the women laughed and Alex relaxed a little.
“Being part of a team is a great thing and I hope you get as much out of it as I did. I hope you learn the game and take from it what lessons it teaches you. Understand a few things though. You have a responsibility to the team. Your attitude and behavior affects everyone else out here. So be open to the others and they will be open to you and we can start to make a team. Those of you who know a little more than others will be asked to teach the new folks. And ladies this is a contact game. That means that you will be slamming into each other and touching other ladies. If that makes you uncomfortable then this may be your last practice.”
“I know that none of you have done this before so we will phase in equipment slowly. Tonight we will do some basic drills and knowledge stuff and you will get a feel for life in a helmet. I know a little sports medicine so we will try not to get hurt tonight as well. Ok. Good. Follow coach Kim to get a helmet and I will see you back here in a couple of minutes ok.
Alex knew he didn’t like the truck that had not dropped anyone off and know behind the group of he saw why. Its front seat was filled with two idiots who had come to watch the show and drink beer and laugh. As the women went to get helmets he went to the truck.
“How can I help you guys?” He asked as politely as he could.
“oh we are here to watch the show.” It was the driver who spoke. He judged him to be about 23 and about four beer too many into Alex’s patience.
“Sorry guys not a show here. It’s a closed practice.” Alex smiling while he said it.
“Bullshit we are here to watch some titties bouncing all over the place.” This came from the passenger. He was almost snorting when he said it, like this was the funniest thing ever.
“Listen Fuckface. You are going to start your truck and get the fuck out of here and not come back. These women have never done this before and are kinda shy and self conscious. Not at all like you sucking your buddies dick here. So kindly fuck off.” He stared directly at the driver with a dead expression on his face. He could see the hesitation and the beer fueled bravado in him.
He continued “Or I could just rip the door open and beat the shit out of you and your boyfriend in front of all these women and see how they enjoy that. Don’t think that I wont because it would be my pleasure I think.”
He continued to stare until the driver started the engine and reversed out a cloud of dust. He stood there watching them go until their dust trails were long gone. By then the women had clustered again and it was back to practice time.
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Things i hate
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Posted:Jul 1, 2014 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2014 2:46 pm
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I absolutely hate to see the comments on photos these days. I think if I am having an email conversation with someone I might comment on how good they look. I wont however just randomly comment on someones photo about how juicy their pussy looks. Or how bad I want to taste them or fuck them or have them blow me etc.
I hate it when the sex toy I just bought is now being given away for free. Its like they were waiting for me to buy it and then it went on for free.
I hate when work decides that I don't need information to do my job. That just sort of playing it by ear is what we are gonna do instead. If you cant get your shit together enough to give me the info than maybe I don't need to get my shit together enough to do the job properly.
Oh yeah. I hate it when the drive through completely fucks up my order because I have a couple of things that I want changed with my sandwich. Please quit telling me who is serving me and just get my order right.
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Posted:Jun 30, 2014 3:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2014 1:27 pm
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Ok I had a successful little week off. Loved it and missed a little of each of you readers too. I highly suggest the time off it did me wonders. However I return to bullshit drama with a friend of mine on this board. Not cool ladies, not cool. I feel for her and don't appreciate that she has to pare back her posts to protect herself from someone who doesn't respect boundaries.
On a brighter side sunday story time may turn into Wednesday story time.
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Like a bee
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Posted:Jun 23, 2014 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2014 6:39 am
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Busy that is. I have my basement getting redone and torn apart and a court date tomorrow as far as divorce type stuff goes. Add to that a doctors appointment with my and it seems crazy busy. So I am gonna treat myself to a couple of days off of blogging and off of the site. I am gonna head north and see some folks and hopefully getting my ashes hauled.
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Sunday story time.
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Posted:Jun 22, 2014 6:24 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2014 7:50 pm
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Here we go on part three. A little sex this time.
Before his windshield stood a wide open green space if you ignored the real estate signs and the two construction trailers it was heaven. Kim pulled up beside him in some sort of import sedan and got out. Together they stood and looked out over the area. It was a flat spot that had thick lush grass in it. He remembered it as a pasture when he was young. Kim was developing it and had managed to put the whole thing on hold for now.
Here. Kim said and tossed a set of keys at him. They were for the two trailers. Or the two locker rooms as they were going to be. The small smile on his face said it all. Kim even reached out to grab one of the bags of gear.
Opening the door and setting his two bags into it he was pleased to see that there was water coolers and spare bottles of water. Kim stepped up beside him and dropped the bag he was carrying. Both are set up the same way. It should seat about twenty five around the outside of the room.
Unzipping the bag he reached in and grabbed a ball. Remember these? And flipped it to Kim.
Immediately his hand spun the ball so the laces fit snuggly under his fingers. No matter what he said his body wouldn’t lie. It remembered what a football was and how to hold it and make it an extension of yourself.
I need a position coach. He said it and walked out of the trailer. Kim followed with the ball still in hand. A position coach dealt with the quarterbacks and running backs. He got to be about twenty feet away when Kim threw the ball. The spiral was tight and there was some heft to the throw considering he was wearing a sport jacket.
You know I will do it but what do I get out of it. Kim took the return pass with hands as gentle as could be. He cocked his arm and threw back.
Over the impromptu game of catch the plan was hatched. They really only needed another coach and they were set. Kim promised to come by later and look at some of the old plays. They put the ball away and locked the door to the trailer. On the way to the car Kim asked if he was supposed to show up that night at the open house. From the cocked look he gave Kim, Kim had to explain. The announcement had been running on the radio for the whole morning as part of the community news.
Sitting in his truck he snapped on the radio. Kims car had already left a plume of dust as he raced away to make himself some more money. He caught the last of the news at noon and heard the announcement. It was pretty much how he wrote it. It was the one phone call he made last night. To another old friend who owed him one. It kept her out of the hospital about thirty five years ago and started him on the path of his life. It was funny to hear her on the radio talking about the open house slash tryout. It made him smile as he drove away and waited for seven o clock that evening.
He knew the nerves were getting to him. His shoulders and neck were tighter than a drum. He could feel the tension creeping in and there was only really one solution for it. He got to his house and called the number he had buried in his phone. In a matter of minutes things were decided upon and twenty minutes later a very cute lady with a massage table entered his house.
He didn’t want to rely on this but knew that he needed to be relaxed for tonight to go well. The masseuse had shooed him into this room and he came out clad only in a towel. She has set the table up in his living room and made sure that the blinds and curtains were pulled down tight. Alex new the drill and eased himself onto the table. There was always a moment when he was sure that the table wouldn’t hold his weight. Positioning his head through the rest he waited for her to work.
And work she did. She liberally applied oil to his back and started to work on kneading the knots and tension out of him. He sighed to himself. Her hands felt good. This was an indulgence of sorts for him but also one that was necessary. He found that when he was working up north he would get tense like this. At first his hot tub helped but then even that wasn’t cutting it for him. He found that massage was covered by his health care plan and with an extra hundred he could get a happy ending and his tension magically melted away into memory.
So what he did was set up an account of sorts with a local clinic. He made sure that they didn’t send anyone who wouldn’t want to accommodate his tastes and he made sure that he told no one what went on. It was a nice arrangement and he had paid for more than one young ladies school text books over the years. There was no sex. He never forced himself on the girls but he did make sure than when they left he was relieved. More often than not messing a towel or two during the process.
Today was no different. Alex had been serviced by the young lady before and on top of the good massage his back was receiving he was anxious for the release that came after. He could feel himself stiffen just thinking about it. Soon enough she asked him to roll over and he propped a small cushion under his head. He closed his eyes. He knew it made her a little uncomfortable for him to watch as she pleasured him. He never did see what wonderful things she did to his stiff cock. All he knew was at some point she would apply pressure in the form of pulling on his sack and it was all that it took for him.
Once he wondered how he would react if she started with the pulling. He often thought that maybe just maybe he would explode right away. As it was he enjoyed the slippery sensations that her hands brought to him. The oil and body heat was perfect and when he felt her hand reach down from his cock and start slipping and sliding on his balls he knew it was close to being the end. He gritted his teeth and after sucking in a double lungful of air it hissed out of him and his hips left the table and jerked as he shot his load into the air.
She was good and had the towel at the ready and dropped it over his cock just as the first twitch of his orgasm hit him. She pumped at him once or twice and then left him on the table to recover. He took a moment or two to recover and then made it to a sitting position. He clutched the defiled towel to his groin and wrapped in the towel that he had brought with him. He passed her on the way to his washroom and smiled at her when she said “see ya coach”.
The shower washed away any trace of the oil and spunk that was still on him. He found a pair of old shorts in his drawer and slipped them on over his hips. He stopped once to glance at the scar in his side. He hadn’t thought of it in years but here it was staring him in the face again. It was enough that he slipped a polo shirt on and made his way back to the deck to just have a little calm before the chaos that was to be the whole coaching experience.
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