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Things Go On

My life is pretty much just a loop from day to day right now. There aren't that many things which happen differently from what happened the day before. My well-worn rut is getting deeper every day.

I wake up, sometimes early, sometimes late. If I'm lucky, Dad's around, and I get some nookie if I've got time. I work. I eat. I think about sex while working some more. It distracts me, and sometimes I have to take a bathroom break and tickle myself until the needs are more under control. I eat again. If I've got time, I look for porn, and if I'm very lucky, Dad and I have a second shot before bed.

I haven't been good about blogging because it takes time, and usually if I blog I like to have something interesting to say, and when I have interesting things to say, they often make me anxious, and I don't generally have the time to write and then take care of needs. Or I don't have the ability to take care of needs; I can't think about anal.

Sveta has been busy too, so I've only seen her once. I'm hoping Valentine's we can do something, which is pretty sad really, because she's not supposed to be spending Valentine's with a sad old woman. Yes, I'm feeling sorry for myself. But really, she's supposed to be spending Valentine's with someone other than me. Or maybe I just think that. I'm a shitty Valentine in some respects; sure, you'll get lucky, but you'd get lucky even if it weren't Valentine's Day (yes, there is supposed to be an apostrophe). I have done fun Valentine things in the past, but right now, I'm not up to it. We'll probably just eat chocolate and fuck, not necessarily in that order or stopping one to do the other.

I'm going to stop this post because it's getting entirely too depressing. I'm not really depressed, I'm just run-down. I'm hoping that soon, after I lose my current job (not because of the economy, just because gigs don't last forever) I can kick-start my life a little, find a better job, make some better money, get out of the rut. It's not a great time to be looking for work, but I can't help it. I might even have to call out the big guns and wear something slutty to interviews. I don't like trading on sex-appeal, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Super Bowl

It was supposed to be a good game. I don't remember any of it. In fact, I remember precious little of the evening. I know that Kate and Roger smoked me up good, and I'm pretty sure there was fucking going on, and I woke up in bed with them the next morning naked except for my socks. I couldn't find my clothes anywhere; had to wake them up to help me look. Eventually they found my shirt down behind the couch and my pants in a corner. Thank god I wasn't wearing any of my favorite undies because we couldn't find them. Kate said she'd find them and send them along.

I don't think it was all that crazy; I've been to crazier parties. From my recollections of the evening, we talked more than we fucked. I remember probably saying some things I shouldn't have, talking stupid. Then I remember snatches of nakedness and so on, kissing and stroking. I could taste cunt on my breath in the morning, and Kate seemed perfectly satisfied.

Roger called in sick (like his boss believed him) and Kate had woken up, gotten the boys off to school, then gone back to bed. I was dead to the world. The dangers of overindulgence, children. They might have done anything to me while I was passed out. I hope they did; I'd hate to have missed fun, but I would hate for there to be no fun even more.

I wasn't high when I got up, just a little foggy. Now I'm stone-cold sober, but thank god I didn't have work because I'm not up for it today. I'm not up for much of anything. I even had to give Dad a rain check when I got home, although after I'd showered and put on some new clothes, I was ready to fuck him. It was good to feel it, to remember it. I don't really like drunken/high benders, mostly because I don't remember them or I don't feel it as much.

I didn't tell my parents what went on, because they wouldn't approve. I'll let them think I was just over there spending the night fucking, not spending the night toasted out of my skull. Dad said he and Mom watched the game, thought the commercials were dumb, didn't really care one way or the other. Again, my understanding is that it was a decent game to watch, and I may have watched more of it than I remember, but I don't remember. It might come back to me in dribs and drabs.

Damn, maybe I can get Dad to go for seconds. It really cleared my head to be fucked, funnily enough. And like I said, I wouldn't put Roger in a fucking contest for all the tea in China. He's small potatoes. I can see why Kate has to shop around. She's lucky he's into that.

Tomorrow, back to work, back to annoyance and tedium. I've got to get Dad to go for seconds. Got to.

Sex or Chocolate

Don't ask me, I can't choose. This is not some, "ooh, I'm a girl, I like chocolate," thing. I really love chocolate. But combine the two, sex with chocolate, or better yet, sex in a big vat of chocolate... oh yes.

And now for something completely different...

I've got to go to work tomorrow. On a Sunday, and not for a performance. My job is pissing me off right now. I'm overdue for a change, I think. If I wasn't such a non-risk-taker (I know, it sounds bizarre, but for most things, I am not risky at all) I'd probably quite my job and run off and join the circus or something. No, I wouldn't do that, not unless it was a sexy circus.

Anyway, I managed to get Dad twice today, one in the morning, one in the evening. His cock sliding up into my little cunny always makes me feel better about the world, until it has to come back out, and then I feel empty and pissed off instead of just pissed off. Maybe if I didn't fuck at all, I'd only feel one kind of bad. On the other hand, I'd also be so distracted by horniness that I wouldn't be much good to anyone.

I'm thinking of accepting an invitation to Kate's house for the Super Bowl; she laughed when she said that, because apparently the bowl that's most important is the one they're planning on burning while they watch. Stoners, such stoners. Still, I'm very tempted, because Roger will be there too... and what the hell, I'll probably get stoned with them and we'll all wind up in bed. I could spend the night if I planned it. I just don't know about work. I'm hoping to be done in time for the festivities, but I might be late, or too tired.

I could really care less about the Super Bowl, by the way. I do occasionally follow football, as opposed to basketball which I hate or baseball which I find pretty boring. But this Super Bowl, with two teams I don't care too much about... meh. I think I'd enjoy watching it stoned and then probably breaking off to fuck. It's very tempting. We'll have to see.

Roger really isn't much in the sack though, so I've told Dad in no uncertain terms that before I go to work, I'm getting his cock in my pussy. It'll probably have to be messy and quick, because I won't have the time for a slow shower. I told him I wanted him to cum inside me quickly, and if he had to do something about that before he started, I would be up at a certain time, waiting. He might get himself a little closer. I don't know. I just can't wait forever.

So even if I go, I'll at least have had one good cock inside me, and I can enjoy Kate and tolerate Roger. I wish I could see Sveta, but she was over yesterday for a few hours in the early evening, and she's got too much work piling up to be spending all her time making love, even with me. Hell, I don't have as much time for sex as I'd like, and I don't have enough people to partner with, but I can't complain, really, because I'm doing better than a lot of folks.

Here's an idea: have a sex-game for the Super Bowl. Get your favorite partner or partners, and each of you choose a team, and then watch the game and fuck. Try to cum every time a team scores a touchdown, or something. I'm not totally sure how this would work; it's not a drinking game. Maybe if your team scores, you get to do something to your partner, and vice versa. Or maybe you should just fuck and ignore the game. If you're not a football fan, or you don't care about the Super Bowl as I don't, then that's probably the best option.