Coughing, Panties and Gestures of Endearment...
I am still sick. I swear, if this continues I am going to literally cough one of my lungs up. I think I would feel better if a lung flew out of my mouth during one of these fits. I have not smoked in almost four years now. I recall one time I had a pretty bad cold whilst I smoked and I had to stop smoking for the duration of the sickness. I could not breath; it literally was a labor to take a breath. Then the cough kicked in, and I hacked and hacked until one day I pulled a muscle in my side. After that, every time I coughed not only would my chest burn as if I had just run a marathon at twenty miles per hour in Denver, but I had this agonizing pain that doubled me over each time I coughed as if Lucifer himself popped up from hell and with all his might stabbed me in the side creating this searing all over pain.. To tell you the truth, I am not that bad yet. I just hope I am not on my way to experience that again. I can tell you that I did experience that cough where you hack until there is no oxygen left in your body and you get that light headed feeling with a drug-like induced wave of high-ness and momentary paralysis and tingle of the body. I recovered quickly hoping for it to occur again. Any time feeling euphoria at the moment is welcome. If it didn’t cost so much to go to the emergency room, I would start wishing for a kidney stone so I could score some righteous haze inducing drugs.
But enough of my hacking cough, my sheer exhaustion, and shitty job! Well I had not hit the last two subjects, but I am going to skip them all together. I want to talk about my wife, Mimi. So I remember the first time I saw her. She had much shorter hair than she does now (she grew it so I could pull upon it while slapping her ass, and taking her from behind – well actually not, she grew it because I asked and then she discovered she has really beautiful spiral curl hair), tan legs, this short off-white dress, and heels. She also was wearing panties. I add this in because I had dared her not to wear any when we met for dinner, so to check if she was wearing panties, I did a quick panty check. How did I do this? I am giving away a guy secret here… I did a quick hip check while opening the door for her to the restaurant. With one hand I opened the door and the other I moved to her waist and let it ride down to her hip feeling for the familiar panty line against the dress fabric. She had it and was wearing panties, she lost the dare. Did I get them off of her, you ask? Maybe I will discuss that another time. But I digress.
I pretty much fell for her that night. Anytime I think of how much I love my wife I think back to that time. I did so tonight. Now, where I am going with this is, for any of you ladies who happen to read my blog, assuming ANYONE does, I hope you all do this for your boyfriend or husbands. I know we rarely if ever reciprocate and we should, and I know after a while us guys lose that whole romantic thing, and it annoys and frustrates the hell out of you. I still say you should do what I am about to discuss regardless of what a romantic slacker your significant other is, because even though we do not overtly show our appreciation, we truly do enjoy it and makes us remember what fabulous ladies you are. No, I am not talking about blow jobs and swallowing, I also may touch on that some other time.
I am talking about cards and notes. I am feeling shitty, I am tired and hate this hell hole I go to each night. I would rather be at home sleeping with my wife feeling her warm bare ass against me in the middle of the night than dealing with the bullshit I have to endure on a nightly basis. However, I find tonight more bearable, as do I, on all those nights I receive her surprises, which give me that little extra push to get through the night. I open my lunchbox and find a card from my wife, which contains a nice little love note. Nothing long and overly gushing, just a note with something that says how much she loves me and such things. This is a great surprise. Now you guys who are reading this, if you think this is somewhat gay, I tell you I am quite comfortable with my heterosexuality, and I promise you, if your wife or girlfriend doesn’t do this, then drop her a hint, tell her to read my blog, or just simply tell her to drop you a card telling you how much you are appreciated. The first time you get one, you will realize how cool it is to get such a note.
I keep her notes and cards too. I have a number of them. Now back a year or more ago, when I liked my position, and I was happy regardless of the money I was making, I would get cards that were even better. So lately I have been receiving motivational cards and notes from Mimi, to keep me going, which is what I need from time to time. I used to get very naughty cards. As you may have already read, if you have checked her blog out, she is a nympho MILF. By reading these cards that would show up in my lunch box or my laptop bag, I would have sworn she went and finished herself off after writing the contents of the card or note. Sometimes I was paranoid that I would not catch it (seeing there was a note in my lunch box) and one of my buddies would see it sitting in my lunchbox and want to read it to the whole table. Normally she leaves a nice red kiss on the note, so it is pretty obvious there is some sort of interesting contents just waiting to be read. On some levels it would have been pretty hilarious seeing one of my buddies snatching the note or card and seeing their face as they started reading about how Mimi wanted to ride me and/or have me slap her ass or give me head, but of course at the same time on many other levels it would be quite awkward for everyone. Still funny, but awkward none the less.
Regardless (remember irregardless is a non-word and is a double negative and is probably not a word, although I am not sure since I have never tried to look up a double negative word which is meaningless in any event), leave your significant others a note or card from time to time. They are great, whether you want to just tell him you love him, want to fuck him, or tell him to hang in there. They are all appreciated. Once again, I know we do a lousy job reciprocating but I maintain, we will reciprocate in other ways and he will truly appreciate it whether it is overtly or deep down.
But enough of my hacking cough, my sheer exhaustion, and shitty job! Well I had not hit the last two subjects, but I am going to skip them all together. I want to talk about my wife, Mimi. So I remember the first time I saw her. She had much shorter hair than she does now (she grew it so I could pull upon it while slapping her ass, and taking her from behind – well actually not, she grew it because I asked and then she discovered she has really beautiful spiral curl hair), tan legs, this short off-white dress, and heels. She also was wearing panties. I add this in because I had dared her not to wear any when we met for dinner, so to check if she was wearing panties, I did a quick panty check. How did I do this? I am giving away a guy secret here… I did a quick hip check while opening the door for her to the restaurant. With one hand I opened the door and the other I moved to her waist and let it ride down to her hip feeling for the familiar panty line against the dress fabric. She had it and was wearing panties, she lost the dare. Did I get them off of her, you ask? Maybe I will discuss that another time. But I digress.
I pretty much fell for her that night. Anytime I think of how much I love my wife I think back to that time. I did so tonight. Now, where I am going with this is, for any of you ladies who happen to read my blog, assuming ANYONE does, I hope you all do this for your boyfriend or husbands. I know we rarely if ever reciprocate and we should, and I know after a while us guys lose that whole romantic thing, and it annoys and frustrates the hell out of you. I still say you should do what I am about to discuss regardless of what a romantic slacker your significant other is, because even though we do not overtly show our appreciation, we truly do enjoy it and makes us remember what fabulous ladies you are. No, I am not talking about blow jobs and swallowing, I also may touch on that some other time.
I am talking about cards and notes. I am feeling shitty, I am tired and hate this hell hole I go to each night. I would rather be at home sleeping with my wife feeling her warm bare ass against me in the middle of the night than dealing with the bullshit I have to endure on a nightly basis. However, I find tonight more bearable, as do I, on all those nights I receive her surprises, which give me that little extra push to get through the night. I open my lunchbox and find a card from my wife, which contains a nice little love note. Nothing long and overly gushing, just a note with something that says how much she loves me and such things. This is a great surprise. Now you guys who are reading this, if you think this is somewhat gay, I tell you I am quite comfortable with my heterosexuality, and I promise you, if your wife or girlfriend doesn’t do this, then drop her a hint, tell her to read my blog, or just simply tell her to drop you a card telling you how much you are appreciated. The first time you get one, you will realize how cool it is to get such a note.
I keep her notes and cards too. I have a number of them. Now back a year or more ago, when I liked my position, and I was happy regardless of the money I was making, I would get cards that were even better. So lately I have been receiving motivational cards and notes from Mimi, to keep me going, which is what I need from time to time. I used to get very naughty cards. As you may have already read, if you have checked her blog out, she is a nympho MILF. By reading these cards that would show up in my lunch box or my laptop bag, I would have sworn she went and finished herself off after writing the contents of the card or note. Sometimes I was paranoid that I would not catch it (seeing there was a note in my lunch box) and one of my buddies would see it sitting in my lunchbox and want to read it to the whole table. Normally she leaves a nice red kiss on the note, so it is pretty obvious there is some sort of interesting contents just waiting to be read. On some levels it would have been pretty hilarious seeing one of my buddies snatching the note or card and seeing their face as they started reading about how Mimi wanted to ride me and/or have me slap her ass or give me head, but of course at the same time on many other levels it would be quite awkward for everyone. Still funny, but awkward none the less.
Regardless (remember irregardless is a non-word and is a double negative and is probably not a word, although I am not sure since I have never tried to look up a double negative word which is meaningless in any event), leave your significant others a note or card from time to time. They are great, whether you want to just tell him you love him, want to fuck him, or tell him to hang in there. They are all appreciated. Once again, I know we do a lousy job reciprocating but I maintain, we will reciprocate in other ways and he will truly appreciate it whether it is overtly or deep down.
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