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*sigh* What a wacky week.
First up, my company is a magnet for loser customers. Loser FRAUD customers. Boss Lady has been fighting a loan company because they authorized a fraudulant charge and they're trying to pin it on us even though we did everything right. Yesterday she walked into my office with this horrible look on her face. The Evil Loan Company (ELC) successfully charged us back on our checking account without notifying us first. ARRRRRRRRGH!!! She is just having a horrible time! She actually walked out of the office so she could be alone to cry. Dammit, I hate to see her upset!!!
Then today I came in and noticed our ceiling had leaked overnight. And our landlord is out of town until this evening. ACK!!! The look on poor Boss Lady's face. Man, I just want to POKE people who make her look like that.
Some good news: I called my mother Tuesday. I've been meaning to call her now for about 2 weeks, and couldn't find the time or work up the courage. Finally sat down to write her a letter, but when I was finished, I realized I didn't have an address to send it to! So I called her. She's doing alright. She says she doesn't talk to Dad, which is amazing. She sounds relieved to have her Social Security benefits kick in, so now she doesn't have to worry about how to pay for her meds. That was one of the things that that bastard held over her - he refused to pay for her medication. I hate that man. New reason why, too.
My baby brother (BB) spent Tuesday night in juvenile hall. The innocent one that we all try to protect. Dad turned on him finally, apparently since noone else lives there to take the heat off other than our cousin. BB had to run some errands and go to a doctor's appointment, and my Fucking Asshole Father (FAF) was demanding the keys. Finally, FAF was blocking BB's way, getting in his face, and BB pushed him away. Unfortunately, the push landed Bastard FAF on the ground with (Awwwww, Poor Baby!!!) some injury of some kind. A neighbor called the police, and they arrested my brother. I spent the evening talking to first my mother, then my sister, and all 3 of us were having to keep murderous thoughts about FAF at bay. He is SO FUCKING EVIL.
His death would be the best thing for my family, but that goes against everything I believe in, so I can't do it. So I wait. Wait for him to die. Unfortunately, despite all the shit he does to his body and his fucked up mind, he doesn't die. He's like a fucking Timex commercial: he takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. I'm so afraid that one day he'll become a homicidal maniac and stalk down and kill us all. So I wait. And pray. Pray that fate gets him before he gets us. Hurry up fate, it's getting scarey waiting.
Don't I have a great family? *sigh* At least my mom refuses to live with him now. Thank NOB. My sister is bizarre. She still goes over there to do laundry. WHAT???! She's insane. That must be it.
On a lighter note, yesterday was Hubby's birthday. We went to that fancy restaurant, Canlis. What a trip. It was a step above the Space Needle Restaurant, but the Space Needle had prepared me on how to act here. But the whole fleet of people walking around to help everyone was kind of bizarre. A different person for everything. They made my salad at the table in front of us. The food was pretty yummie. Oddly enough, I think I liked my steak from the Space Needle last year better than this one. A little more flavorful, I think. Next time we go to Canlis, I'm going to have their Teriyaki flavored steak. We had some Teriyaki appetizer, and it was fucking amazing. The beef practically melted in your mouth. The dessert was great, I think they called it Molten Chocolate something or other. A chocolate cakey thing with liquid chocolate inside. I've had that a few places (a restaurant at Epcot Center has the best, PERIOD), and I can never get enough! Also had some caramel ice cream separately, because when we saw someone else's we realized it would be a little small for 2. Oddly, for making their own ice cream, it could have been a little better. Overall, it was fun watching the people and the staff, with the grill chef right there in his little box sweating in front of everyone. And the view was spectacular. There was live piano coming from the lounge somewhere. And they fixed a kick-ass margarita for my husband. But the BEST was the bathroom. I should start touring fancy restaurants just to look at their bathrooms. I wish I'd had a camera. When you walk in, there's a large window looking at a private Japanese garden. In fact, the only way to see the garden is through the bathroom window. It was breathtaking. I went into the alcove where there were 3 private stalls, and there was a beautiful Japanese print above my toilet. I came back out to wash my hands, and the wall over the sink was glass facing the garden, with a large circular mirror suspended in it so you could either look at yourself or the garden. Amazing.
Oh! And then there was The Holy Miracle known as the valet service. When we were seated, Husband said that the valet didn't give him a ticket. I joked that we weren't going to see the car again. When we left, it took us less than a minute to stand up, collect our items, and walk to the door. When we got within 20 feet of the door, we could see through the window that our car was already there, turned on, and the valet was walking to open the front door for us. Caught Husband unprepared with his tip money. When we got in the car, the air conditioning was already cold. Yah, it was pretty bizarre. We laughed about it. Tried to figure out how they could have done it without being psychic. None of our theories were very convincing.
Um, I have nothing else to talk about right now, so maybe I'll work.
Oh. Had erotic dreams last night. Wish I could remember them. Husband was an important part. So was this odd rave. So I've been thinking of erotic things all morning. Thinking of my own stories for some reason. Wish I could finish my own novel, dammit. But I dare not revisit it right now, not while I'm sexually frustrated. Last week while I was frustrated, I read parts of my favorite erotic novel, and it brought tears to my eyes. Apparently, I'm *not* safe to read erotic stuff without crying. I have to be satiated first. ::Le Sigh:: I should go home and jump hubby's bones. Kinda surprised there wasn't any birthday sex last night. Wonder if I can convince him to take a break from work and go on a bedroom expedition in the middle of the day? Will have to look into this...
So at home and husband a little miffed, I climb on line to see what I can find. Dammit, chanter, don't you know that I put off reading your new entries until I need inspiration because my husband's ready to go and I'm not??? I saw last time I checked the updates page that you had updated recently. Glee filled me that I would be able to take in some of your lustful words. If anyone deserves a good EYE-POKING tonight it's chanter. He updated to say he's not dead, but merely uninspired. With promises that the situation has been remedied, and more entries are forthcoming. A WEEK AGO!!! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! Grr.
Zipped around through the Erotic Diaryring until I found this gem: lawnmowerman. I've noticed a tendency lately not to feel comfortable reading about men's sexuality here at Diaryland, hence the mourning due to Chanter's writer's block. However, if you can ignore the type-o's, Lawnmowerman can do the job. He's not as elegant as Chanter, but he sure does like to satisfy his woman!!!
Thoroughly aroused after reading about the Sex Goddess K, I turned off the television and straddled my naked husband, sprawled on the couch. I started with his neck and ears, lowered to his chest and spent a little time with his nipples, then his belly. I get turned on by the feel of a man's pelvis. I licked my husband there, on both sides, then kissed his inner thighs, and laid some feather kisses on his somewhat hard penis. Once I lavished his balls with some affection, I moistened the head of his penis and took him into my mouth. I'm never quite sure of my technique, and he always raves, so I pretty much just go for comfort. Constantly seeking the best way to maintain my comfort and take him as deep as possible. Sometimes this is a little frustrating for me, since I can never hold one position too long, but as I said, he never complains. He was kinda noisey tonight, which is always good for the ego.
We adjourned to the bedroom. He got behind me and started kissing the back of my neck and cupping my breasts, then worked down to fingering my cunt. We're an odd height difference to do this for long standing up, so he pushed me into the bed. He crouched and worked at my crotch for awhile with me on my stomach, but unsatisfied he rolled me over onto my back. Then he really went to work.
I think he somehow feels frustrated that I never come when he gives me head anymore. Not his fault, since I kinda don't want to anymore. Now that we've learned how to get me to cum during intercourse, it's kinda all I want. But he was insistent tonight, so I played along. As usual, I imagined myself as a porn star, and he was my fluffer. I don't know why, but this is almost always what I think about when I'm getting a tongue lashing. Finally, he slipped a finger inside of me, leaving me undecided with what to do. His fingers can be scratchy, so that it hurts more than it pleases. This time, it was a little more pleasing than scratchy, so I let him continue. And he made me cum.
Our sexlife has gotten so much better, which is evidenced by the fact that when he climbed on top and entered me, I loved it. Even though I was already satisfied. I don't know how, but he's always so much deeper than he was just a few years ago. I couldn't help but letting out some noises, most of them moans.
Later, he had me get up on my knees so he could enter me from behind. God, he better know by now how much I love that. Now I was groaning and meeting him and praying. Praying that this could last forever. To cum or not to cum? Too soon, the choice was taken from me, as he rolled me onto my back and had his way with me. I wrapped myself around him and did my best to keep up, but he was pretty much on his own at this point, working up to his own finish. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. It was a nice one.
I love my husband.
