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Fireworks R Fun

I love fireworks, which is pretty much the only good thing I have to say about July 4th any more since it was sabotaged by jingoistic conservatives, terrible music, New York City, and corporations.  I'll be honest though, the last time I went to see a fireworks display on the Fourth of July was a long time ago.  I've seen fireworks since, but that was the last Fourth of July display I saw.

The traffic was appalling, but that just meant that Mike and I got to get seriously busy in the back seat.  Mom and Dad put towels over the windows, ostensibly to keep out the sun, but Mike and I viewed it as the perfect opportunity for a back-seat game of Independence Declaration.  He signed his John Hancock internally twice before we got to a parking space and had to pull clothes back on and pile out.  Sheri was too cool for fireworks (I believe she was off having celebrations of her own) and Mari was doing something else, I forget what, so it was Mom, Dad, me, and Mike, with a cooler of lemonade, some sandwiches, and a blanket.

And a huge fucking crowd.  The lawn around the place was covered.  We found a place in the shade about a mile away (maybe not quite that far, but far), set up camp, and Mike and I wolfed down our sandwiches and went running off to try to find some privacy (because for whatever reason we were randy as rabbit sailors on shore leave after the great rabbit celibacy outbreak of 1903).  There really was very little privacy to be found, so we actually wound up back at the car, trying to get it done quickly because it was really fucking hot in there.

We got back and the music had started, so we sat around and listened to music until that got boring, then we played cards for a while.  Mike kept flashing his cock at me, calling it a sky-rocket, promising explosions and so forth.  But there was nowhere to go.  The sky was getting darker, fireworks were upcoming, and the heat was backing off a little.

Once it got dark out, they launched into The Stars and Stripes Forever, which was always the cue for fireworks.  It was so dark that Mike and I started fooling around a little even though there were people quite close around us, not close enough to catch us easily, but if they'd looked hard at us they might have noticed something was up.  When I got his cock out of his pants and started sucking it, Dad turned around and said, "Okay kids, that's enough.  Lexi, come sit with me if we can't trust you to be good."

The fireworks started, and we all leaned back and looked up, and I shifted over and sat in Dad's lap, and lo and behold there was a rocket pressing into my ass as I sat there.  I wiggled a little bit, just to drive him crazy, tried to shift my ass so my dress would ride up, until finally Dad looked at me and asked, "Are you really that desperate?"

I grabbed his hand, still looking at the fireworks, and pressed it between my legs so he could see I had no panties on under my skirt, and he shook his head but laughed and said, "Tell the truth, girly, I'm ready too.  Just keep it nice and easy, don't be flailing around and groaning and screaming, okay?"  I nodded, and he pulled his fly open, let his cock out under my dress, and then we shifted a little until I sank down on him and was just sitting there looking up at the sky filled with fireworks, feeling him throbbing warm inside me.

I wish I could say that we timed it so we both went off at the climax of the display, or when the cannons fired during the 1812 Overture, or something like that, but really, we just sat there and watched and occasionally I would rock a little, or he would press his hips up into mine a bit.  Neither of us actually got off during the display.

When it was over, Mom was all set to pack up, but Dad said, "Lexi and I just want to sit here for a little while; no rush, the traffic will be terrible.  We should just wait until things clear out a little."  Mom gave us a look and then shook her head as if to say, "You're as bad as she is," then she sat down, slipped her hand over to Mike's crotch, and pretty soon she had him out and was stroking him.

Dad and I knew that we had to finish up more quickly that would be possible if we just sat there, so once our section sort of cleared out a little, I got more enthusiastic with my movements and Dad followed suit.  When I saw Mom duck her head down to suck the cream out of Mike's spurting cock, that made me go off, hard, and I was still tingling a little when Dad rolled us over onto our side so he could fuck me harder; half a minute of deeper thrusting took me over the edge again, and he filled me shortly thereafter.  Things were getting pretty deserted on the field at that point and we didn't want to attract too much attention, so we hurriedly cleaned everything up and made our escape.

And that was the last Independence Day fireworks I saw in person.  Since then, we've been setting off our own in our backyard, just little fountains and sparklers and so on.  I really enjoy them, particularly because it means that we're in private so we can do whatever the fuck we want to whomever the fuck we want.  But I do still wonder whether that last time was the cause of our never going to fireworks again, or whether it was just a great way to end.  Maybe both.  I do know that I've gotten less and less happy with picnics during the heat of summer in crowded fields, and while I miss some things about it, I don't miss others.  A good memory though.

Stolen Meme

I stole this from Sephi who stole it from other people, and I'm doing it because I haven't done a Trivia Tuesday in a while, so I've scheduled it for now.  I've probably answered most of these questions before, but what the hell, for newer viewers, right?

1. Fail moment in the last week?

I was asking someone why I hadn't seen her husband around lately, and she told me she was getting a divorce.  Oops.  I hate things like that; that's why I try never to assume.  But they'd been married for a long time, kids and the lot.  It made me embarrassed and sad at the same time because I like both of them.

2. Most memorable job?

Meh.  I've worked some plays which were memorable, but in terms of "job" being memorable, nothing to compete with many people, I'm sure.  I was a terrible bouncer for one night once and almost got myself arrested.  Does that count?

3. Favorite pizza topping?

I like all sorts of things on my pizza, and I couldn't really say I have a favorite.  When all else fails, I go for pepperoni, but I like BBQ on pizza, or Sicilian white pizza (different from your garden variety) or lots of veg, or taco stuff, or just really good mozzarella, fresh plum tomatoes, and basil.  I won't eat olives on a pizza, and I'm not a fan of pineapple either, but I've had some weird-ass pizzas and enjoyed them.  I've eaten pizza made with hummus instead of sauce before.

4. Most embarrassing CD?

Sister Hazel?  Puddle of Mudd?  Four different Hootie and the Blowfish CDs?  I don't know, my taste is really bad.

5. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes.  No, wait, I mean, no, why would you think that.  No, I mean... shit, you can't really type sarcasm, it's all in the tone.  Yeah, right.  In the tone.  So yes.  Or not.  What do you think?

6. Favorite ice cream flavor?

There was once this Häagen-Dazs ice cream which was chocolate from these very rare and really strong beans from the rain forest or something, and while I wouldn't step over my own mother to get some because I don't like ice cream that much, I liked that.  But what people don't understand is that things which are cold don't taste as much.  It's the truth.  Chocolate, in particular, doesn't taste as good unless it's at the temperature of the human body.  Seriously, that's the temperature that chocolate tastes best at.  And people wonder if there's a god.

7. What do you miss most?

Right now?  People who aren't here.  If you mean, "What causes you the most amount of anguish when you don't have it?" then I'm not sure.  I'm lucky enough not to have to miss many things.  I do miss some though, but I wouldn't want to quantify.

8. Last thing you ate?

Crappy restaurant food of various buffet varieties.  I think I had a piece of fruit absolutely last, so that's probably what's on top.

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Opposite sex?  Silhouette.  Most people see shapes before they see details, and I think that's definitely true about seeing new people.  I notice the general shape first, not because I care that much, just because that's what I see first.  Then I see the face, lips and eyes mostly.  I couldn't describe most people's noses.  But then I'm not a very visual person in a lot of ways.

10. Most painful experience with contacts?

When I was young I heard all sorts of horror stories about how people would wear contacts but they would migrate up behind their eyes and get into their brains and now those people couldn't speak Spanish any more.  Shit like that.  So thank God I never had to wear them.  I wore glasses for a period, but my eyes aren't bad enough to need them.  At some point I'll have to start wearing them again, and even though I know now that contacts have become much better, I still don't think I'd wear them.

11. Movie you want to see?

Toy Story 3.  I have worries, but I've never been disappointed by Pixar, and I know I'd rather see it in the big screen because if I don't and it's good, I'll be sorry.

12. Weirdest thing you've had in bed?

This would probably fall under the category of superlatives, and as I've explained in the past, I have trouble with them because I can never tell exactly what is meant by the superlative.  One girl's weird is another girl's orgasm.  Unless this means weird objects, in which case I've had a copy of Liddell Hart's Strategy personally autographed by Dan Quayle in my bed.  Wow, the prepositions ran together in that sentence.  I have a copy of the book in question, and for some reason it has Dan Quayle's autograph in it, and the book with the autograph was in my bed.  That's kind of odd.  In terms of sex acts, you name it, it's probably been in my bed at some point, except for scat and a few other deviances that I either don't go in for or know better than to do in my bed.

13. What book(s) are you reading? 

I'm reading a collection of Russian literature right now, but I expect to finish that in the next day or two and then start in on something else.

14. Word you edge into every conversation to make yourself sound superior?

This is one of those, "When did you stop having sex with sheep?" type questions; you can't answer it without admitting that you drop 25 cent words into conversations to sound superior.  Some of the people with whom I associate think I do this because they don't know what simple everyday words mean, so when I use a word that doesn't feature in kids books, they assume that I'm trying to play up my intelligence.  What I actually do is use words that don't exist, not to make myself sound smarter, but because I can't think of the actual word I want.  But I do use big words sometimes unconsciously, and I know what they mean.  Scary, right?

15. Name you thought would be really cool to give the fruit of your loins without really thinking it through?

I don't have a fruit of my loins.  My parents tell me that I really wanted to name Mike Dibble, but I was quite young at the time and thought that was the greatest name ever for a boy.  If I have kids (maybe I should be more hopeful and say when, but I'm not feeling hopeful at the moment) it'll be down to what they look like when they're born.  I'm not a fan of naming babies before they are around to be named.  Many people have done that and either changed their minds when they saw the kid or regretted it later.  

16. Thing you think you're slightly too anal about?

I'm pretty anal about collecting series and accumulating data.  Seriously, the series thing is okay, but I will collect data without ever really needing it, ebooks, movies, documents, and file it all away.  I'll archive things like crazy.  If I didn't have a computer and a CD burner, I'd be up a creek.

17. Thing you wish you were slightly more anal about?

Cleanliness?  Organization?  Sleep schedules?  I don't really want to be anal about anything except anal, but I wish I could be more on top of certain details of my life.

18. Proud moment?

I was quite pleased with my work on the last show I did.  Fortunately this doesn't say "proudest" so we avoid the superlative trap.

19. Dish you can cook with confidence?

All sorts of things, depending on the audience.  If I'm not terrified of making a poor impression, I can cook basically anything.  I'm sabotaged by my inner critic.

20. Reason why you're doing a meme instead of a real blog?

Oh yeah?  Fuck you, question.  Fuck you in the eye socket.  I'll do what I want, bitch.

Happy 'Splodey Day!

If you don't happen to be in a place which celebrates July 4th, then you should laugh at us foolish Americans and our silly unsingable national anthem every other day but this one, when we co-opt the 1812 Overture and various marches by Sousa and go all black powder on your asses.

I love fireworks.  I could care less about flag-waving and painting myself red, white, and blue and picnics and patriotic nonsense, but I love me some fireworks.  I also like the 1812 Overture and various marches by Sousa.  And I like my country, just not jingoistically.

Which is why I will be celebrating 'Splodey Day by having Sveta over any minute now, getting naked with the people I love, and having some internal explosions before dark, at which point I will go out and detonate legal fireworks.  We don't go watch fireworks displays because we don't like the heat and crowds and traffic and so forth, which is too bad because I like the big fireworks, but I also like the smaller ones.  And if we stay in our backyard, we can watch fireworks naked, with the possible inclusion of further festivities.  But I am responsible (really, I take firework safety very seriously), so I will be lighting the fireworks with no distractions and there will be no sex while holding sparklers.  A fun time will be had by all.

And then to bed with my favorite teen minx for some long-overdue snuggle time.

I hope that, even if you're not patriotic, even if you think July 4th is a stupid holiday, even if you're not from the US and have your own occasions to set off fireworks, you'll have a good day today.  It's the festive anticipation talking.  Tomorrow, back to cynicism and bitterness.

Flies

I may have asked this question before, but what is up with the flies on men's boxer shorts?  It came back to me when I was wearing a pair of my brother's the other day, and then I wrote it down but didn't have time to do anything about it.

Seriously though, what's up with the flies?  They're huge.  You can't keep them closed (at least I can't, but not that way, sick puppies) and the only reason to have them that big seems, to me anyway, to be because the average man is hung like two horses and a mule.  If so, where are they keeping these men, because I've never met one.  If not, is there something about male urination that I don't know about?  Does it require the exposure of the balls as well as the cock?  If I had a way of pissing standing up with just a small part of my anatomy sticking out, I wouldn't go out of my way to expose more of myself (not in most circumstances, anyway, and speaking as a hypothetical everyman rather than as me, the slut I am).

Not that I mind them myself when I'm not wearing them.  Dealing with tighty-whiteys is way more complicated than boxers when you just want to get a guy's junk out in a hurry.  Honestly, I wish that pants flies were bigger then, with zippers that magically vanished when they weren't needed.  Fucking through the fly of pants is complicated, and blowjobs tend to be less vigorous.  Most of the time, I'd just as soon drop his pants.

And of course, there are amusing things one can do if one is of the female persuasion and wearing a guy's boxers.  I've tried it the other way around, where a guy fucks me through the hole in boxers I'm wearing, and that can be fun for a change, but in the main, it's just annoying that the fly comes open so easily.  Do guys like having their cocks rubbing on their pants?

I'm really just curious.  Any guys out there who can tell me what the fuck is up with your underwear, please do.  I'm not telling you to stop wearing it (unless you're around me, in which case you can lose all your clothes right now, thank you kindly) but what is up with some of its eccentricities?

Flash Fiction Friday - One Small Step

"Houston, we are go for landing." Her breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the terrain, picking the best spot to touch down. What a view. Uncharted territory.

"Roger that, better put on your suit and prepare for extra-vehic," the distorted voice crackled after a moment, delayed by the sluggard radio waves.

She adjusted her attitude, pitched left slightly, until her viewport filled with her target. She licked her lips unconsciously, feeling the dry air suck the moisture away. Her concentration was total. Just seconds to touchdown.

"My God, it's full of stars." Then she laughed, the nervousness in the pit of her stomach escaping as she did so. "I couldn't help myself."

And with a slight shudder, she was down, resting on this new world. But she had not come as a conqueror. Exploration was in her blood, and as she roved about the surface, she could think of nothing but the thrill of finding out exactly what Luna had to offer.

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Yes, I went there.  I like allusion.  It started out a bit silly, but then I got into it.  I think there will have to be some sexy astronaut cosplay in my future somehow.

Flash Fiction Friday.  That's the long and the short of it.

Something Fun

Sveta can turn her tongue sideways.  Apparently, not everyone can do this.  I guess I assumed because I'd never actually thought about it.  But anyway, she turned it sideways today.

Wait, getting ahead of myself.  We both had days off, and in the evening she and I and Dad went out to eat at a crappy restaurant and then briefly went shopping.  Picked up some fun bargain underwear and a bargain DVD, then came home because what we were doing with the panties in the car was driving Dad crazy.  I half expected him to pull the car over.  In fact, I was aiming for that.  But he's old and not risky any more (kidding, I love you Daddy) so it had to wait until we got home.

With two of us, it means that Dad can give both of us what we want, except for the happy ending.  I let Sveta take the cream simply because she is way behind on that score.  We were both on the floor of the playroom, asses in the air, giggling while he went back and forth a few times, just a few thrusts and then shifting to the other girl.  Then he spent some time on Sveta while he had his fingers inside me, and managed to have us both cumming at the same time before he finally finished off inside her.

We stayed downstairs because we didn't feel like moving, Dad went upstairs to do whatever.  And at that point, when Sveta had finished having a second orgasm after a very thorough cleaning out by my tongue, she started licking me, and suddenly she turned her tongue sideways.  Wham.  It was incredible.  I know it may sound like such a strange thing that I've never done anything like that before, but I guess I've just never tried it myself or had someone else try it.  I can do it, I know.  But it's like curling your tongue: how many people have never thought to bring that into play in the bedroom?  I had, but I'd never given a thought to the idea that turning your tongue might make things feel different.

Suffice to say, it did.  She couldn't keep it up for long because it's not a typical thing to do with your tongue, but it was a totally new experience for me, and when she tired out and finished me up more typically, I had to try it on her.  She was right; it's much harder and you have less control to start with because you're not used to it, but with some practice, it'll definitely be something I'll keep in my bag of tricks.  One thing I did was after I couldn't move my tongue any more, just slipping it in between the lips and feeling it there.  It's tonguing from a whole new angle.

I can't really describe it yet, but maybe after a few more times I'll be able to give a more tactile description.  But you know how, if you stick your tongue in a pussy (assuming this is something you do) the shapes are different, like a square peg in a round hole?  If the tongue is 90 degrees turned, the shapes start to be much more similar.  And the sensation of the tongue licking up and down, only side to side, on your clit... yeah, it may just be that we should have tried eating each other out at an angle before this, but the novelty of being in the same positions but feeling like you're not is interesting.  I won't say explosive or anything; it didn't make me cum right away.  But it was new and exciting.

Now you may know all about this, may be really shocked that I'm acting like I've discovered something new when I should have been doing it for years.  But what can I say; I have experience, but things still surprise me.  That's what's fun about experience anyway; if you experience it all, there's no point in continuing.  It's not like I can go somewhere for training; it's all hands-on experience, and if your partner doesn't know it, you don't get it.  That's why having more than one sexual partner in your lifetime is a must, as far as I'm concerned.  It should be the first thing people do; go out and fuck a few different people before you settle on "the one" just so you bring something to the table.