My Journey pt. 9
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Posted:Nov 16, 2010 11:23 am
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...she snapped. She NEVER threatened me. She threatened herself. Before I ever stepped on the plane to meet her, I knew that it was possible that she could have an emotional/mental breakdown. As odd as it sounds, it was one of the main reasons I decided to go. This woman was going through some things that most of us couldnt imagine. Before this point of the trip, I found out some other pretty devastating events that had happened in her family. I did not take her threat lightly. She called her cousin to say she wasnt coming to L.A. She offered me her car to go ahead without her. Huh? I'm going to take your car to a city I have never been, to meet your cousin who doesnt know me from a hole in the wall? I'm not going anywhere I told her. Then she called the airline to schedule me a flight out of S.F. She gave me all the cash she had on her, the (very nice) diamond earrings she was wearing, a credit card, a note clearifying that she had given me the card when the authorities showed up to ask me where she was.
As a result of physical abuse I suffered from the hands of my father, contemplating suicide was something I was familiar with. One of the very few times I came close to trying it, was when he said 'if you are going to kill yourself then jsut go ahead and do it' My love for my grandmother stoppped me. I take someone saying that seriously, even when there is a clear sign that manipulation is a part of the threat. I told her I wasnt going anywhere. I rationed with her without allowing her to manipulate with me. I was firm but sincere. At one point, I told her I would just wonder the streets of S.F. as a homless man if she did anything to harm herself. She said that I would die because I 'would be homeless in the coldest place on Earth' My smart ass side wanted to say 'uhhh I think Antarctica might have something to say about that' I wisely decided that it wasnt a good time for sarcasm, considering the circumstances. Eventually, I got tired of the back and forth and I said if you want to do it, then I will with you. We can jump off of the bridge together. I knew that would shut it down, because I felt that she didnt really want to hurt me or herself. Her (logical) explaination on how I shouldnt handle this type of situation with that type of response, let me know what I needed to know.
Somehow, the mood ease up a bit. I thought this would be a good time to go to Walgreens, WITH her. She could tell that my inviting her was a maneuver to change her trane of thought. After some coaxing, she decided to go with me. A massive amount of pressure was released...or ready to be released. The only way I could think of to help the release along was something sexual. I told her I was about to make myself cum and she was welcome to watch. Even though nothing sexual at all was on my mind, I ended up hard as a rock...I guess from the heightened level of 'whatever' that was in the room. I had my dick out and I was about to really take care of it. She looked down at it (like she wanted it) and as she started to walk out to the car, she called me a 'sick fuck' The way she said it was complimentary and not the first time I had been called that. I took care of myself without an audience. Just as well, it was over in about 50 seconds.
The Walgreen's was only 10-15 minutes from the hotel. I can still see the gigantic hill/mountain with 'South San Francisco...' on it. This was my first time seeing any of the city during daylight hours. I could see and feel how different it was from anything else I had ever known. The city alone was helping me to help her get to a level point.
We got to the store and I think we both went in together. I gathered all of the personal products I needed and some shit I didnt need. We checked out and got back into the car. I remembered something that I needed and something else I wanted. I told her I had to go back and not to leave me. I found what I needed. I also grabbed a tiny container of Axe body spray. Nymph had asked a few times what my smell was, so I got the tiny container for her. A little something to remember me by. As I was checking out, there was a muslim woman in front of me with a very young baby in a stroller. She had a head wrap but her face was not covered. She was beautiful and seemed so at peace. She finished her transaction and was heading out of the automatic door. As she was pushing her stroller out, a guy and his were walking towards the same door. His looked to be around 3 years old. The guy and his were in the lady and her baby's walk way just outside the door. As she peacfully exited, he says to her (in a raised voice) Enter!...Exit! He pointed to each door as he said it. He was rudely telling her that she was coming out of the wrong door. She peacfully walked by him without so much as an acknowledgment, let alone a response. I thought to myself, What a fuckin dick! He was so fuckin rude and I was still filled with the emotion of the past 12-16 hours. I walked outside the same door that she did. As I got outside, I saw her pulling off. Looking as peaceful and pretty as before the incident. I stood in the doorway and looked up. No sign on either door saying 'enter' or 'exit'. I got really pissed. I looked over at nymph and I stood there. I looked back up for the 'enter' or 'exit' signs. Still didnt see them. I stood there and waited for him to come back. I waited because I was going to ask him, in the same tone that he spoke to that lady, to show me where it says to enter and exit. I stood and waited. I was snapped out of the state I was in by nymph blowing her horn at me. I looked over at her, then reluctantly went over to the car.
When I got into the car, she asked me what the hell was I doing. I asked her how did I appear. She told me I looked like I was thinking about fighting someone. I explained to her what had just happened. The voice of reason, she was not. She was all 'lets get his ass then. Lets slash his tires.' I laughed on the inside. I told her lets not slash his tires. I didnt see what he was driving, plus after getting back to the right frame of mind, I didnt want to start any shit with the shithead because he had a small with him. We headed back to the hotel. The mood was eased even more now.
We were pass the time of checkout but she called down to get it extended. I talked her into canceling my flight and continuing the trip. After a long shower, the hundreds of pounds of pressure I was feeling was lifted. We got the rest of our stuff packed up and into the car. It was back into the city for my first real taste of San Francisco. (At the very moment I am typing this, I look up at the t.v. to see the words 'San Fransico' The NFL network is counting down quaterbacks of some sort, and they are on Steve Young.)
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My Journey pt. 8
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Posted:Nov 9, 2010 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 11:52 am
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As we were leaving, I snapped a picture of Mount Shasta that showed all of its beauty and spirituality. I wish I knew where it was so I could add it to this post.
The hotel and coffee shop were only minutes from the highway, so we were back on course soon after our meal. We both agreed that we would make an effort to cover the maximum amount of mileage during this next span of driving. Thats exactly what we did.
We drove...and drove...and drove some more. It seemed like we were driving forever. In actuality, it was around 9 hours. All I remember about this period is driving and going through some beautiful, natural areas of our world. We stopped here and there for bathroom breaks and for food/beverages, but we drove the majority of those 9 hours. (9 hours is also the longest time I have been in a moving vehicle without a significant break) So by the time we neared San Francisco later that night, I was more than ready to be out of that car. As we got close to the city, we discussed what our plan would be for the night. Dinner, drinks, walking the city were all discussed. I made it clear that I needed to get into a room, relax and take a shower, then I would probably be down for whatever. Nymph let it be known that she didnt want to pay for an overpriced downtown hotel room. I could endure being in the car a while longer to cross The Golden Gate Bridge. Even though I have a bit of a phobia about bridges and large bodies of water, there was no way I wouldnt take the chance to experience it. We did go over the bridge and back to the side we started on. It was a very cool experience. The fact that it was night added something to the experience.
We were both mentally worn out from all the driving. That fact is very evident looking back now, but not so much at the time. After we did the bridge, I was absolutely! ready to get out of that car. I calmly reminded nymph of that. She reminded me that she didnt want to overpay for a downtown room. Her suggestion was that we head out towards L.A. and stay in a hotel that we passed on the way. I told her that I would be really disappointed if I was in San Fran and didnt get to experience more of it. Plus, I HAD TO GET OUT OF THE CAR! I didnt say it like that, but thats how I wanted to say it. I asked if we could stop in any of the seemingly 100's hotels that were around in the city to check rates. She didnt want to park on the streets while one of us ran in. Sigh. Ok so I suggested we call or priceline or any of those to get a room. She agreed to that and I made the call. I asked the lady on the phone for rate on a room in the area. She asked if we had a preference. I had none, I just needed out. I relayed the question to my mate. She asked about hotels at the corner of blank and blank. I relay it to the lady. The lady replies. I relay the answer to nymph. Nymph asked me about the corner of blank and blank. I handed her the phone and told her that I couldnt do the relaying anymore. I asked if she would just pull over and talk to the woman. She seemed to be (and expressed, I think) afraid to pull over in the city. We ended up hanging up with the hotel lady and continuing to drive.
Now all the calmness has left my body. I wasnt angry. I just felt like I was being smothered to near death by being in that car and she wasnt getting that. We pulled over at a gas station. She said something else about continuing to drive and I looked her right in the eyes and yelled 'I have to get out of this car!' I think she was initially startled by me raising my voice (she hadnt heard anything up til this point my normally soft spoken tone) but being startled turned to a look that her feeling were really hurt. I immediately assured her that my yelling wasnt out of anger towards her but it was out of desperation to make her understand how I was feeling. We finished up at the gas station and pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel right in front of us. She offered for us to stay in this place. I knew she didnt want to, but she was offering to make me happy. I saw a Walgreens across the street and remembered that I need some stuff from there. I told her that I would walk over, get what I needed and be out of the car for a bit in the process. If she still wanted to stay there, she could get the room while I walked or wait til I got back. She seemed to be afraid of me leaving her alone. Her feelings also seemed to be still hurt. I didnt go to Walgreens. We didnt stay at that hotel. We headed out of downtown to one of the places we had driven by on the way into the city.
As we were driving to a hotel, she ask me, in a sad tone 'what can we do to get back the good vibe we had?' I felt bad for hurting her feelings. I honestly answered 'I will be back to normal the second I step into a hotel room.' I also told her again that I was sorry for yelling and I wasnt angry with her at all.
Like I envisioned, I was back to normal as soon as we stepped into our room. It was clean, pretty big, with 2 beds. I said something to her, she didnt respond. I understood and backed off. I went and took a long, relaxing shower. I gave her a hug, she didnt really hug me back. I understood. I needed food and asked if she was hungry. She said she wasnt but that she would order what I wanted. I gave her her space as we waited for the food to come. She was on her computer, I watched tv. The food showed up like 40 minutes later (the time they said it would) but they forgot part of my order. I was all set to just say whatever, nymph made the call for them to bring what they forgot.
Eating mozzarella sticks so late only pushed me closer to falling asleep. (I forgot what other not so good for late night eating appetizer I ordered) I offered her some but she declined. At some point, I laid on top of her again and hugged her to try to get her talking again. She said she would be back to normal in a little while longer. I understood and gave her space. I went and laid on the other bed. I was out before I knew it. I woke up and she was still on the computer on the other bed. I asked her if she would come and lay next to me. She told me maybe a little later. I was sleep again. When I woke up the next time, she was eating cheese sticks and doing yoga moves. I wish I could have seen the look on my own face. As crazy as this sounds, I wasnt that shocked by what she was doing. I watched her for a few seconds, then went back to sleep. I woke up one more time. I remember opening my eyes, facing away from the other bed. I knew she wasnt in bed with me. I turned around to see her on her laptop, on VisionPersonals.com. I checked the time and it was now about 5am. I also noticed that I had text from my (then) special friend. It was 9am where she was...a normal texting time for us. I read and responded to the text. I knew I would not go back to sleep and I was a little annoyed that nymph being on the computer probably contributed to me waking up when I did.
When she noticed that I was awake, she got really apologetic and said she was on her way to lay down with me. I told her that I needed to go to Walgreens and we could lay when I got back. That response didnt work for her. Even though I told her that I needed to go to the store last night, she was sure that I was going just to get away from her. We ended up getting into a conversation...a long conversation. I really just wanted to get the personal items I needed, but her making my store trip about her made me get real with her. She felt bad about being part of the reason I woke up. She got angry because I didnt let her lay with me to show that she was sorry. To be honest, I didnt want her to lay with me right then. I asked during the night but she wasnt in the mood. Dont be in the mood some 5 hours later, because you feel bad for waking me. Plus, as I told her a few times, there was no need to feel bad about me waking up. Amazingly, we ended up in a 4 to 5 hour conversation. Then it happened...
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My Journey pt. 7
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Posted:Oct 27, 2010 1:22 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2010 2:37 pm
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Needless to say, the mood was unique by the time we entered the room. It was the cheapest (looking) room we had stayed in up until that point. I think we ate, I know we went to work on our respective 5th's of liquor. After we both showered, we hit the hooch even harder.
We were both cleaned up and buzzed so it was timed to play. I was still a little stirred up from the drive and the events that occurred when we first entered Mt Shasta. I was in a mood to cause sexual, or just regular, frustration. I knew Nymph didn't like to be tickled, so that's what I decided to do. I laid down on her while she was on her stomach. I reached under her armpit and upper rib area and started to tickle her. The fact that she was ticklish made me get more intense with it. She was pretty strong so I had to figure out how to keep her still. I grabbed one (or both?) of her wrist and held them above her head. She couldnt move and was at my mercy. I didnt pull, twist, or manipulate her arms in any way. I just held her down. As I was tickling, she went for my arm with her mouth. She clamped on to my wrist area and bit down...hard. After I eventually let her go. As she got up off the bed, I looked at my arm. The skin was easily broken and blood started to appear. I was bothered by that, but I was bothered even more by the look in her eyes. It was pure anger. I admit that holding her down and tickling her wasnt the most mature thing to do, but there was no malice at all in my intent.
I didn't get mad at all, which is what I think she expected. I went into 'my feelings are hurt' mode. My feelings were hurt a little bit, but I was more shocked at the complete change in demeanor. I didnt yell, I didnt retaliate. I showed her the blood and laid down on the bed. I could see that she was starting to feel bad...as well she should. She tried to come lay down on the bed. I got even more childish and spread out so that there was no more room for her to lay without touching me. She decided to sit on a chair or on the floor instead. I pouted for a bit longer, then passed out.
When I woke a couple/few hours later, Nymph was scrunched up on the floor, in a corner. She didnt look comfortable and I decided that the immature games were over. I woke her up and told her to come to bed. She did. We hugged, then we fucked. It was good and it put both of us comfortably to sleep.
Nymph and I labored out of bed to get ready to hit the road. I could see that she still felt a little bad for biting me. Especially when I showed her a few more times. While she was in the shower, I step out to talk on the phone with my special friend. The weather, the scenery, the clouds were all amazing. I relayed that to her...I also let her know that she was with me on this Journey.
We were all set to go, but we needed to eat before we hit the highway. I had noticed a small coffee shops across from the hotel while I was outside on the phone. I was skeptical of it having what I wanted for some reason. For convenience purposes, we decided to check it out. I knew my skepticism was wrong as soon as we walked in. The energy of the place was so special. As we placed our orders, I could see that it was family owned. I forgot what nymph ordered to eat, but we both order lattes (white chocolate for me) with extra shots. I also ordered the baked potato soup. Like most other coffee shops, there were people sprinkled throughout the place. Most on their laptops. I felt the need to be away from the other patrons. We found a secluded spot, unfortunately it was by the bathroom. Fortunately, it was visited too often.
Nymph and I got into one of the deepest conversations of the whole trip in this shop. I have zero doubt that the spiritual energy of the place was a big reason for that. I told her a few different time that I feel I need to write books. We ended up talking about that again. She offered for me to go live in a house she had in another part of the country. Just me and my cats, not even she would be there. I told her that even though I had to get away from hoe things were back home, I had to think long and hard about that. She asked me what was holding me in StL. The question, and the energy of the shop, made me break down and cry. I explained to her that I couldnt leave without showing my (then) roommate my appreciation for her helping through a tough part of my life. It felt good to release that. After nymph asked what I thought I could do for my roommate to feel satisfied, we changed the subject. The meal in this coffee shop was one of my most favorite moments of the whole trip.
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My Journey pt. 6
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Posted:Sep 5, 2010 3:31 am
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2010 8:50 am
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We drove for what seemed like a long time. My anxiety was low because I could see life, not just darkness and mountains. We both started to get hungry. I was ready to stop riding for the night. I suggested that we stop at a gas staion to get advice on where to eat and sleep. A nice girl who worked in the gas station we stopped in told us about a ski lodge that was supposed to be really nice. She said that she had just had her wedding reception there. We got the directions and headed out. We tried to follow the directions that were given, but we couldnt find the place. We drove up a pretty big mountain, with falling rock signs scattered throughout. Anxiety hightened again. We decided to get back on the highway and pick another spot to stay in for the night. As we were getting back on, what do we see way off to the left? The damn lodge. Due to the amount of time we spent looking for it, and the maze we would have to go through to get over ther, we decided to keep heading in the opposite direction.
I was nearing the point of needing to get out of the car. We stopped in a small town that almost seemed like a deserted movie set. It was only 10pm ish but there were hardly any people outside. As we drove through, we found that not much was still opened. No eateries, stores, fast food joints...nothing except a gas station. One of the workers in the gas station confirmed what we noticed, that almost evertyhing there closed at 9. He suggested that we keep heading south until we got to Mount Shasta. While we rode in that direction, 'N' told me that she had heard of Mt. Shasta before. She said it was some kind of spiritual mecca. Cool, whatever. Lets just get to food and a bed.
I remember us having to drive at least another hour, if not more. I was really happy to see our exit signs. Mt Shasta looked a little freaky to me. There were all these little motels that reminded me of the seedy parts of my city. We werent having any luck finding acceptable food, so our frustrations were reaching there respective peeks. We were about to make a turn into a strip mall type area. While we sat in the turn lane trying to figure out where we wanted to go, someone in an SUV behind us started blowing the horn at us pretty aggressively. We both went into 'its time to defend each other' mode. We pulled over in the parking lot, ready to get out. The truck drove by us. We were glad nothing happened, but still on edge. We finally found a place that was still open with food...Taco Bell. Just the kind of meal I was looking for!'N' had learned my eating habits by now, so she knew I was not happy that I had to eat that shit. We were sitting in the drive through lane, when 'N' says 'that looks like the truck that blew the horn at us' I looked back, but I couldnt remember what the other truck looked like. What the fuck! Now we both are ready for anything. She grabbed this wooden stick with black tape all around it from the side of her seat. I didnt even care about how odd that was. Everything was odd to me by now. As we sat at the window, a kind of weird lookin dude walked over and stood to the side of us. He was about 15-20 feet away, but right in line with me in the passenger seat. He seemed to be staring directly into my window or into the drive through window via my window. Either way, Im glad I didnt have a gun because he was freaking me the fuck out. We got our delicious food and made our way to the gas station/liquor store across the street. We were looking for something to put us out of our misery, when who the hell walks through the door? Little fucking weirdo! I decided then, that this dude is following us and Im not going to give him the chance to get us. Any false move, he and I would have to get it on. After we picked our poisons (a 5th of Patron for her, a 5th of Grand Marnier for me) I told her to go to the car. I wanted to stay to pay and to see what our friend would do. He walk out after her, but I could see that he didnt go anywhere near the car. When I stepped outside, I could see him walking off into the distance.
While driving to one of the motels we had noticed earlier, 'Nymph' says to me 'look at us, we were ready to fight in one of the most spiritual places in the world' We laughed at ourselves for bringing St. Louis and, where she was from, on this journey with us.
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My Journey pt. 5
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Posted:Apr 4, 2010 11:46 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 10:20 am
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We chose the Super 8 because it seemed to be the best of what was near and available. 30 minutes, or so, into waiting to be checked in was when I figured we probably could have done better. Actually, I got worried when I saw the lobby to the place. It looked nothing like the lobby in the other couple of Super 8's I had stayed in before. I guess you can judge a book by its cover sometimes.
After what seemed to be over an hour of waiting, even though noone was in line when we got there, she finally got us checked in. I dont really blame the front desk girl, we just happen to be there on her first day at this location. She was annoyingly cheerful though. I do blame her for that. We got the keys and headed up. The room didnt look as bad as I expected. As long as the shower pressure was good and the bed was clean, I could make it...so I thought. It never occured to me that the heat wouldn't work or that the height of the picture on the t.v. screen would be about 1/8 of an inch tall. Yes, the picture was basicly a straight line. In order to not add to the negative energy that was building, I decided I was ok with trying to stick it out. My journey-mate, we will call her 'N', made the good choice to call down and get a room change. It would take a while for her to come up, of course, so 'N' got a shower in during the wait. My devious mind went to work after a couple of beers, so I planned for us to be fuckin' when the front desk girl knocked...and we were.
She left the room next to us opened by flipping the latch. We started moving stuff over without finishing our fuck session. After we were all in, I was finally able to relax. I was getting ready to take a long wash-away-the-day shower, when 'N' wanted to show me something on youtube. Without going into to much detail, she wanted to show me a guy who is a symbol for the major source of unhappiness in her life. I didnt want to see him and I didnt get why she wanted to show him to me. After she asked a couple more times, I decided to look briefly at her computer screen. It had the affect that I knew it would, no positive addition to the vibe of things. I wondered, and I'm pretty sure I asked her out loud, why she would allow him to join her/us on this wonderful experience. It would be like me looking up my ex on FB and stiriing up that old pain and anger. She got my point and turned him off.
After a good shower, we went back to our routine. I got my drink on, we got our fuck on. I dont remember the details. I do know it was pretty good. I also remember that this was the first night she asked me to fuck her in the ass. I didn't do it. We would go there when I was ready. We finished fucking and I got a decent sleep.
When I woke up the next morning and 'N' was going through the phone book. She found the number she was looking for and called it. I could tell from the conversation that she was talking to old friends she hadn't seen in a long time. She offered to take them out for breakfast but the person on the other end invited us to come to their home instead. I remember thinking that I would rather eat at a restaurant than at a stranger's house. I kept that to myself. I erased that thought when she told me that the husband was in a wheelchair. He wasnt in one the last time she saw them.
We got all packed and started to head over using the directions 'N' was given. I got the back story during the drive over. This was a couple she was friends with and hadn't seen, and I think even talk to, in 25 years! They were really good friends, she even lived with them for a spell. My need to stop the ride the night before put us in position for her to have this reunion. Her remebering that they lived near where we were made the reunion happen.
We found their house, after a few wrong turns. I felt at ease as soon as I stepped in. I hate to say this, but people in wheelchairs make me uneasy sometimes. Not that I think they are inferior in any way, I just feel bad for someone who cant walk. I didnt feel uneasy at all around 'H' (thats what I will call him). His energy was very strong...probably stronger than mine. 'w' was an attractive older woman, who I swear had a familiar vibe about her. I could tell she was wickedly sexy back in her day.
The meal was alsmot completely ready when we got there. I still didnt know what to expect in that regard, but I was ready to eat. I'm so! glad we didn't go out to eat. We had a southwestern like brunch: fried eggs with cheese, some kind of beans, potatoes, juice. I dont care if I sound corny, but aside from the food tasting very good, I could feel the positve energy in it. It was like a white version of soul food, but a healthier for you version. I was my usual well mannerd self, but I wasn't shy about eating seconds and maybe thirds. They were drinking coffee with some sort of chocolate in it. I passed on it earlier, it didnt look like it would be as good as Starbuck's, but decided to try it because eveything else was so good. Of course it was delicious too. My only regret about the food was that I didnt have any of the fruit salad.
As I got to know 'H' and 'w' something pretty amazing came up. 'w' was from St. Louis and grew up in University City, an area that I frequent often. Actually, she was going back there in the coming weeks to see her family. This officially made this stop seem like a chapter form 'The Celestine Prophecy', one of the things in my profile that made 'N' contact me in the first place. I also learned what a compost was and saw my first one.
We stayed there for a good while. It was a soul soothing stop on the trip. We talked, they relived and caught up, we took pictures together. I saw family pictures and pictures of the 3 of them from 25-30 years ago. The conversations were evrything from lighthearted to pretty emotional and serious. I fit in like I had been a part of the group for years. At least that how they all made me feel.
It was time for us to hit it. We got directions, said our goodbyes and hit the road. We wanted to really get some miles in during this stretch. Right now I only remeber it being smooth sailing until it was dark and we got near or just pass the Oregon/California border. My hyper sensitivity to my surroundings was still there. Maybe even moreso. It started to rain and we hit a wicked strecth of moutain driving. I might have handled it better if it was daytime and not raining, but I was way nervous going up and down those moutains. The number of 18 wheelers with their hazards on while driving slowly in the far right lane didnt help my mental state. Neither did the signs to watch out for bears. Bears!! Shit, now I'm picturing a bear jumping from a mountain and landing on or in front of the car. 'N's driving was not the problem...she handle the highways well.
After what seemed to be many hours, we got into California. Seeing buildings with the mountains, instead of just mountains, took away alot of anxiety. We stopped at a gas station. I asked one of the two 20ish looking young ladies for directions to something. The way she gazed at me, I'm guessing she had never seen a black man from St Louis before. After grabbing some refreshments, we continued southwest.
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My Journey pt. 4
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Posted:Mar 9, 2010 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2010 10:00 pm
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I woke up the next morning alone and a bit hungover. She came back not too long after. She had gone down for some personal time and to eat something. I got a shower in, we got our things together and we were ready for the road. As we were heading down to check out she stopped walking and said 'did you just feel the ground move?' 'No' I said to her, 'she might be a little cooky' is what I said to myself.
We were already to hit the road. But I needed to get some music. Especially one particular cd that I had avoided listening to for months because I wanted to be in a clear place when I first heard it. The Wal Mart we stopped at had some music, but not the I was looking for. I forget the part of Washington we were in but we definitely did not look like we were from around there. The vibe wasnt horrible, it wasnt great either. We got some pretty strange looks. After we ate at a near by Denny's, we were glad to be headed out of there. It was around that time that we chose our path: we would go through Oregon to reach California.
It was during that second hotel stay that I felt like I had made a friend for life. I didnt know in what capacity or how close of a friendship it would be. I just knew that I had bonded with this lady in a major way. During one of our walks to find music, I asked her if she had any tattoos. She said 'you really must have been drunk last night because you already asked me that and I already told you no.' Once she said that, I remembered the conversation. I also remembered that I had asked her the second part to what I was about to say. I wanted us to get tattoos to commemorate this journey. I hadnt given much thought to what the piece would be, I just knew I wanted to do it. She wasnt down with it the first time I asked. Even thought it wasnt too long that I asked again, she was interested in what I had in mind.
Once we were on the highway, I started to see mountains again. They looked different than the ones I got a glimpse of in Salt Lake. They almost looked bare. The view was really cool. Once we crossed the Washington/Oregon border, the mountains changed yet again. They were more covered than the ones in Washington and closer to us. We pulled into a make shift rest stop. There wasnt much there: a place to park, a table, a trash can, and a spectacular view. (see the picture in my 'I Feel It All' entry) It was a bit cold out but I could care less about that. I got out and felt the energy of this part of the world for the first time. I cant explain how powerful it was and how good it felt. The river, the mountains, the fresh air...so cleansing for me. There was a wall about 2 or 3 feet high partially seperating the river area from the rest area and highway. My running mate used that wall to shield her while she took a piss. She had just pissed on me last night so I could see why she was comfortable enough to do it in front of me. She had materials and water to clean with. It was a kinky secene that only added to the experience. We walked around for a while and took a few pictures. At one point, I pulled my dick out and had her suck on it for about 20 seconds or so. We could clearly see the cars on the highway. If they were paying close enough attention, they could see us too. After a few more minutes of taking in that scene, we headed back to the car. We were about to pull off when I remembered that I had to piss too. I was so taken in by everything I forgot to go.
There were point during this section of the drive that the mountains and other natural structures seemed to be right on us. It was beautiful to see. We talked about how powerful the events had to be to make some of these gigantic, pieces. We also talked about other things. We talked about ALOT of very personal situations from our pasts. I told her things that very few people on Earth know. She opened up to me as well. I think we did the most bonding in the car during this stretch of riding.
I still needed my cd and wouldnt be completely happy until we got it. I can be a spoiled brat sometimes. I wasnt bitching about it though, just not giving up on finding it. I even checked in a truck stop type gas station. Of course they didnt have it, but they told us there was a Target not too far away that might have it. It was freezing and windy out so as we were walking into the store, she got kind of hugged up against me. I said to her, MOSTLY joking, something to the affect of 'you cant be all up on me like that in public.' I say mostly joking because I'm not too big on the holding hands thing, especially in stores. I mean do poeple really need to show that they are together while grocery shopping and such? I dont need to show that. Not even with a a girl I'm in love with. She took my comment a little more serious than I intended it. We talked about it and it ended up not being a big deal, but I did learn ow sensitive she could be. This store had my cd! The fuckin edited version. Damn. I alost got it I was so desperate it that point. I chose to wait a while longer. One of the workers told us how to get to the mall in Portand. I knew we could get it there.
Part of the reason we chose the route through Oregon was because of her knowledge of how good the vibe was in Portland and Eugene. I could feel that once we entered the mall. It was the best vibe so far. We found the music store and got what I wanted. We also picked up some other music too. Before I left home, she told me that she would take me shopping. I dont have a problem at all letting a woman treat me to things. I'm kind of use to it (its my first girlfriend Marilyn's fault)...but use to it with women I have known for a while. Also I have usually shown them some genorosity first. So I felt a little uneasy with the thought of her buying me more things. We actually went into a few stores that had stuff I liked in all of them. I still walked out empty handed, my choice. We finally ended up in an athletic store, the second one we visited, where I found something. After looking around for about 30 minutes, I found a pair of shoes that were totally me. I planned on dressing casual/cool in L.A., and they fit into that category perfectly. I might have walked out without them or anything at all, until she told me that she liked them. I hadnt told her that they were the ones I was considering. I hadnt even picked them up to look at them. That act of generosity still means more to me then I can explain.
She told me that she would take care of my expenses if I came on the trip. She did that and more. She went to the bank machine and got cash out for the both of us for miscellaneous things. We seperated to get something to eat. As I sat with my food, my roommate texted me to see if I had hear about the big earthquake. I called her to find out what she was talking about. She said that a big earthquake hit northern California earlier in the day. My journey mate had returned while I was on the phone. I asked my roommate what time did it hit. The earthquake and major tremors happened exactly around the time 'she' had aksed me if I felt the gound move while we were in the hotel in Washington. You all can think it was a coincidence, but I dont think that.
I put the cd in as soon as we got back to the car. Ahh. We did a quick tour of downtown Portland as we searched for the correct highway to head west. It was a nice area that I hope to visit for a longer period someday. She was really hittin the gas now. I was back to being nervous. Most of my nerves were just a result of seeing and feeling the scenery for the very first time. It was also during this strecth that I figured out I was more freaked out at night by her driving. The car was so packed that we couldnt see out of the back and at night, it just seemed like I was losing full access to my sight. I couldnt see if a dear or bear was running out in front of the car. And again, her speeding, map holding and gazing at me didnt help my nerves either. After a while it started to rain. That made things even more relaxing (sarcasm). The plan was to make it to Eugene and rest up there for the night. Because of my nerves, that wasnt going to happen. I told her that I couldnt last any longer. She almost immediately started her highway exit strategy. I didnt ask her what that plan was, I just trusted that she knew where she was going. We ended up in Corvallis, not far from Oregon State University. After driving around for a bit, we dicided to stay at the Super 8 we had passed earlier. Of course I needed 'supplies' and luckily there was a grocery store right next to the hotel. After I picked up my nightly 12 pack, we headed across the street to the Super 8...which ended up being not such a super place to stay.
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My Journey pt. 3
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Posted:Feb 28, 2010 12:38 pm
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After a while of her trying to reload the car we figured out that her stuff and I wasn't going to fit. She came up with the idea of shipping some things to L.A. to make room for me. The bellman mapped out the nearest shipping company and we headed there.
We both got a shower in (seperately) and she had almost all of her stuff loaded onto the bellman's cart by the time I was done.
We spent something like 2-3 hours packing boxes and the back windshield still wasn't visible. It was freezing outside and the packing was tedious. Having said all of that, I strangely enjoyed this part. I felt like I was really helping to make her move easier. We stopped after 8 boxes then headed back to the hotel to pick the few things we left with the front desk. Then we officially hit the road.
Let me get this out of the way. I am not the best passenger during car rides. I am a very defensive driver who pays attention to everything on the roads. It makes me nervous when it SEEMS like the driver isn't as focused on the road as I would be behind the wheel. Because of an issue, an issue I took care of in '05 that recently resurfaced, my driver's license is not clear. We discussed this prior to the trip and it was established that she would do the driving unless there was an extreme emergency.
We started to head south. No matter which route we choose to get to L.A., we would have to go the direction we started in. We had talked about the Salt Lake route the most during brunch. To go that way, we would have to go through Idaho. When she mentioned that Idaho was a state known for white supremacist, all of a sudden going through Oregon and Northern Cali sounded alot better. Especially if we had to go through Idaho at night.
My journey partner, like all of us, has her ways of doing things. One of her ways is to drive with the map on her lap and read from it. There were times when I held it, but I felt that she would rather do it her way. She wasnt pissy about it, but she trusted herself with skimming it and driving, so I trusted her. Just because I trusted her that doesnt mean it didnt add to my nerves.
Because of how long the packing took and how dark it was already, we only did 2-3 hours of driving that night. During this leg of the drive, she told me about a spur of the moment trip she took to Belgium a while before. It was an exciting story, her reasons for going were spiritualy deep. I was so into the story that the time flew by. We hadnt eaten since The Davenport and I was ready to eat. We chose a Chinese place in a Washington town I have never heard of. During the meal was when we decided that we had done enough driving for the day...mainly because I was ready to stop. We went to the gas station next to the restaurant for supplies(beer) and directions for the nearest hotel. I decided that I would get a familiar brand of beer and a brand I had never tried before. The new brand was to keep with the theme of experiencing as many new things as possible. So the winners were Heineken and without thinking about why, Shock Top. She was talking to the clerk about hotels while I was getting beer. I heard him say two or three times, 'that's where I go to party because its cheap.' I looked at him, thought about some of the hellholes I had gone to at his age, and decided that we would NOT be going to the place he suggested. When we got to the car she let me know that she was thinking the exact same thing. Luckily there was a Best Western right down the street, a pretty nice one.
As we got close to the hotel, she ended up on the phone with her youngest . Who is about 5 years younger than me. Without going into detail, she is a very smart young lady with an occupation that shows that. To put her 's mind at ease, 'she' gave me the phone to talk to her. Man was that an interesting conversation. I couldnt very well tell the the truth about how I came to be with her mother on this trip, especially if the goal was to EASE the 's mind. So 'she' is trying to whisper a story about how we know each other. I'm not getting everything 'she's' saying so the conversation is not flowing. The is way too smart not to get that. There came a point of mental and verbal jousting between the and me while 'she' was inside getting the room. It almost made me laugh out loud. Without saying it, the essentially told me to 'stop bullshitin' and make me beleive my mom is safe with you' I told her that nothing bad would happen to her mom from me or anybody else as long as her mom was with me. My sincerity came through and she was ok with me.
I was loading the beers in the room fridge when I noticed that Shock Top is produced in St. Louis. I pointed that out to 'her' and she says 'yea and I had just told you about my trip to Belgium tonight too.' I looked at the carton and it was a Belgian style wheat ale produced in St.Louis. Some might overlook coincidences (I dont beleive in them) like that, but I was fascinated by it. So much so that I still have the carton as a reminder.
The Shock Top was so good that I ran through them pretty fast, all 6 of them...and 4 of the Heine's too. So you guessed it, more drunken sex that I dont completely remember now, but I did then. What I do remember is that things got freaky that night. I remember being led, both of us naked, to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. she straddle me and peed on my dick area. Dont worry, I saw pee play on her profile and we discussed the possibilty before we met. This was only my second time ever having a female piss on me. The first was my ex, who I was with for close to 4 years. Mixed in with the fuckin we were doing before and after, the piss break was pretty hot. She did it to me pretty easily. It took me a while to be able to return the favor. After what seemed to be about 10-15 minutes, I finally pissed on her ass and pussy while she was in a doggy-style like position. Her upper body was out the tub her lower body still in it. We cleaned up and did some more intense fuckin', that I dont remember now.
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My Journey pt. 2
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Posted:Feb 24, 2010 5:05 pm
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The new experiences started right away in Spokane. There was a 'car' waiting to pick me up and take me to the hotel. Up until that point, it had always been a rental, a cab, or a friend that took me away from an airport. When she told me that the plan was for a 'car' to get me, I jokingly asked if the driver would be holding a sign with my name on it. Its a good thing he wasn't because I would have snapped a picture with my phone camera. I'm no stranger to luxury cars and I have even done the limo thing a time or two just for a night out with friends, but I was excited about being picked up like that. I will say that being waited on by the driver was a little awkward for me but I know it was his job. During the short ride to the Hotel Lusso, the driver and I talked. I let him in on why I was in Spokane and he was blown away by the circumstances. He admitted that none of his internet meeting stories could come close to this one. He wished me luck and dropped me off in front of the hotel.
I knew she was there already because she had sent me a picture of her car a few days prior. And even if someone else had the same car, it probably woudn't have been filled to capacity with stuff like her's was. The Hotel Lusso isn't gigantic, but it is very nice and classy. So after I got the key from the fron desk, I was off to meet my journey partner.
When I walked in she was sorting and hanging some of the large amount of clothes she had brought in from her car. I dropped my things and gave her a really nice, long hug. Right away I noticed that she was prettier than the pics she sent. After the hug, I laid on the nice, big, comfortable bed and relaxed while she did her thing with the clothes. She had reminded many times that she had alot of stuff to move and now I saw what she meant. I couldnt even tell how the stuff in the room was even in the car. I we continued to make small talk while I laid and she hung things.
As we talked and I paid attention to her closely, I got a sense of her vibe. It seemed to be a little eccentric, with some free spirit thrown in. Which was fine with me because those are two of the major ingredients that help to make up who I am. Soon after I got to the room, I was more than ready for food and more importantly DRINKS. With the day of travel both of us had, her's more strenuous than mine, we decided to do the sports bar inside the hotel.
It was a cool bar with a nice vibe...but no frickin' Grand Marnier! So along with our (good) bar food, I had beers and shots of Jagermeister. She had double shots of patron and a couple jagers too. Before I ordered anything, she said something that she would say a few more times on the trip that was music to my ears. 'You can get whatever you want' Not from her, but I deserved to hear those words. When things were good for me, I was so generous to alot of people and even more generous than that to a couple more. But when I hit rock bottom only a fraction of that generosity was returned. And the person I was most generous too (more than any other person that I had been generous to in my life) was the one who took almost everything from me. I loved hearing my journey mate say those words because I felt like it was coming from a genuine place that appreciated me taking this drive with her. What stands out the most about that first night in the bar, besides too many drinks, was the way I would catch her staring at me from time to time. It wasnt a wierd thing, but it did make me almost blush. My guess was that she liked me a little.
A reoccuring theme during this journey is me drinking more than I normally do...especially before bed. Starting with our first night. Like I do most things, I analyzed the reason for this. The main reason I did was as a defense mechanism. I didnt want to look too deeply into any sexual activities that may happen. Nor did I want any of my past issues to surface while on this trip. Plus it was a vacation, so what the hell. But inspite of her decleration that we would take this trip as traveling buddies, we ended up fucking that first night. I remembered the details tha next morning, but I dont remember them now, or I would share them all. I do remember it was enjoyable and not a quickie. Just as imporatant, I was able to get some sleep with a stranger in the bed and I wasnt that hung over the next morning. I was hungry and didnt want to go get my own food. So I jokingly asked her would she call down and have one of the bellman go somewhere to pick up some food and bring it to us. Her response was one of the compliments she gave that stands out the most throughout the trip. It was something to the affect of 'if you ask with 'that voice' I'll bet you can get them to do whatever you want' My favorite compliments are the ones I can trust. I dont know why, but women seem to like my voice. So since I had heard that before, it was an easy compliment to take.
Since I didn't think 'that voice' would work on guys, and it would have been gay to even try, we decided to go out to get food. We got semi-cleaned up and walked across the street to The Davenport Hotel. The Davenport is the big sister of the Hotel Lusso. A beautiful place inside with a couple of nice restaurants. We chose the nicest one to have our meal. I forget the name of the place, but it looked like the type of place that Frasier Crane would meet Niles for Sunday brunch. Those types looked to be the majority there. The vibe in the place was perfect though. The meal was even better than perfect. I had a scallop dish that was excellent but the Tomato Bisque was by far the best I have ever had anywhere.
While we ate, she pulled out her map to show me the few different choices we had to take out of Spokane headed towards L.A. I knew that it would be a very long drive but it really didnt hit me just how long until I looked at it on that map. Thats when I trully saw that we were basicly driving from the top of the country almost to the bottom. That fact didn't freak me out, it got me more excited. So our choices were to go through Idaho down through Salt Lake City over through Las Vegas to L.A. or to go through Oregon through Northern California through San Fransico to L.A. The choices were put out there but not decided on before we finished our meal. We still had to get back to the hotel and repack before check out time. Getting out before check out time wasn't going to happen, but the hotel was cool with extending our check out time.
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My Journey
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Posted:Feb 20, 2010 9:23 pm
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My Journey started as soon as I stepped into Lambert Airport. I hadn't been on a plane since '06 so just being in there was invigorating. While I waited, I got a call from a group friend. We didnt talk long, but it is always good to hear her voice. After that short talk, I called the female I was closest to at that time from the group. I wanted to let her know I was leaving. she already knew it was probably going to happen, but I didnt let her know it was definite until I was sure it was definite. I always get nervous about flying, but our conversation put me in a very relaxed state. Even though our relationship was only cyber (thats another blog entry) we had a pretty strong connection. I could hear she was a little sad. That made me a little sad too. But the conversation went well and ended well. That put me in a even better mood. Boarding time.
I hadnt been more than 40 miles in any direction from home in more than 3 years. The first leg of my flight, into Salt Lake City, was about 1200 miles. The furthest west I had EVER been of St Louis was Sewer...oops Sioux City, Iowa. Every part of the country I would see from here on out, will be my very first time seeing it. I cant explain how excited I was, but you wouldnt know it by looking at me. Its the No Limit Texas Hold 'em player in me.
The flight was easy, or as easy as a flight can be for me. I had my 'what if a screw comes loose somewhere in the engine' moment, then got out of my own head. Looking down at the clouds was simply awesome. The Sun seemed to be right next to us. It was all relaxing and sort of ho hum until we got into Utah. I had never seen mountains before and did not mentally prepare myself to see them. Even if I had tried, I couldnt prepare for that site. Simply amazing... Even though it was dark, that didnt matter at all. They almost didnt seem real. It was kind of like seeing a computer animated scene of mountains. The way they made me feel inside was proof to me that they were real. I wish I could have seen more of them, but someday. That little glimpse was very awakening to my soul.
The layover was short and easy. Time for the 1850 mile flight to Spokane. 'No problem, the first plane didnt go down so this one probably wont either.' I was even more at peace during that flight. While in the air, I started to get mentally ready to meet this female who I have only known on the 'net for about 2 weeks. I was ready as I was ever going to be.
We landed (whew!) in Spokane and reality really hit home. 'I'm am about 1500 miles from home and my well being is almost entirely in the hands of a stranger.' If I wanted to try trusting my intuition and people again, this was defintely one way to test both. Oddly enough, I was not worried at all...about anything.
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'My Journey: The Introduction'
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Posted:Feb 15, 2010 9:31 pm
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This is the introduction to 'My Journey', one of the most signifigant 12 day stretches of my entire life. The whole thing started in a group I am in here on Affcouple of days before Christmas '09. I was acknowledge privately by a female profile that I had just recently started to see around there. I didn't respond because it wasnt really a direct message and because there were no pics...not to metion she was about 1000 miles or more away from me. But she made contact with me again. This time it was a direct message that meant alot. See I slipped something really major in a group discussion about a guy I knew being murdered. I say slipped because I didnt want to make the thread shift to me, but I did want to let it be known that what was being discussed was minor compared to real life. The thread did not shift, as a matter of fact, no one even commented on my remark. Not even some who claimed to really care about me and considered me a friend. That was ok though, I was proceesing it fine on my own. Then this stranger sent a message saying that she was sorry about what happened to my friend. Ok now I have to check the profile out in depth and thank her for the kind words.
I found the profile to be very intersting. The 15+ years she had on me in age didnt scare me either. I sent her a thank you message and let her know that a couple of things she said in her profile were exactly what I needed to hear. She responded that one or two things she hadnt noticed the first time she read mine, hooked her when she read them the second time. So we started to send messages back and forth for a while off the site. Four or five days later we had out first phone conversation. We talked alot about where we were then and some about traumatic events from our pasts. Although we had different issues that we were trying to work through, those issues brought us to the same place as to how we felt about life at the time. Through that...we connected.
There are some things in this experience I will not be specific about because of privacy issues. I will say that during these initial conversations, she was north of the border. So I knew meeting wouldnt be happening anytime soon, and I was fine with that. It was just good to be able to email with someone who could really understand my state of mind. Shortly into private emails she sent me some pics and I liked what I saw. We emailed here and there for about 5 more days. Talking about alot of meaningful and lighthearted things. Then late New Years Eve or early New Years Day, she hit me with it. I'm paraphrasing, but 'Do you want to drive from Spokane, Wa to L.A. with me?
I hadnt expressed this to her, but everybody I was close to knew that I was in desperate need of a trip. I was working on one, but the plans fell through. That stung a bit, but thats a different blog entry. The previous 2+ years of my life were pretty messed up. I went through a horibble break up that I hadnt recovered from. I couldnt recover no matter what I tried. I lost everything in that mess...material, emotional, and even spritual. Her leaving wasnt the cause. The way she did and stored issues that I hadnt dealt with were the reasons I fell so far. So right before the offer wss made, I had been saying to everyone I was close to and to The Universe, I NEED TO GO SOMEWHERE...and I wanted it to be a long trip. Then the Universe used this stranger to send me what I needed.
We talked everything over in great detail. She knew that I wasn't finacially able to take the trip and said that she would take care of everything. Including my flight to Spokane and home from L.A. Nor would I have to worry about food, hotels along the way or anything else. I knew the trip was a gift from God/The Universe the second she mentioned it. I agreed to go in my head almost immediately. I didnt verbally agree that soon though.
So she has to load alot of stuff in her car from where she was living at the time. That and the weather there would determine when she would book the flight. During the beginning of flight talks, she sent me a picture of her and her boyfriend back home. Not only was I not bother by the fact that she had a man, I was glad. That way no (too) serious emotions would come into play during this very long excursion. I even half joking said that I would view the trip as a job to futher limit the chances of (too) serious emotions coming into play. I have to be honest, to know me is to love me...or at the very least, want to anger fuck my brains out. 
Right around the time the flight was booked, she, then we, had a minor issue to overcome. Her issue was that I told a special
cyber friend about the trip and who I was going with, before consulting her. I admitted fault and that I could/should have told my trip partner first that I wanted to share her identity with someone else. I had in issue when after we discussed this in great detail, she went and did thread in the group we are in about the private issue. We both spoke our minds and the flight was booked. She made it a point to say that because of this dust up, that she wanted to do the trip as traveling partners and friends. No sexual stuff. That is fine by me my dear.
There were a couple more emails that I wont go into detail about what they said. But essentially, she felted used and like a dumbass for going through with the trip after finding out I told my friend who she was. But the very last email had all the details of the flight, pick-up, hotel, and what I needed to do to get into the room. It also said, 'I hope I can get there first so I can be cute for you, I cant wait to see you...smooches. And this is just the introduction.
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"I Feel It All" by Feist from the album "The Reminder"
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Posted:Jan 29, 2010 11:36 pm
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I feel it all, I feel it all, I feel it all, I feel it all
the wings are wide, the wings are wide
wild card inside, wild card inside
Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didnt rest, I didnt stop
Did we fight or did we talk?
Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I love more, I love you more.
I dont know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war
Noone likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in the fog of words
Love him like the winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away, fly away to what you wanna make
I feel it all, I feel it all, I feel it all, I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside
Ooh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it, though you started it
The truth lies
The truth lied
No one knows
And lies divide
Lies divide
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My Hot (slightly! :) ) Older White Neighbor
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Posted:Jan 23, 2010 11:22 pm
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This episode took place a little over 5 years ago. I was here on VisionPersonals.com as part of a couple, a pretty sexy couple, if I may say so myself. My then girlfriend and I had been in the lifestyle for a decent amount of time. We had experienced everything from both of our first Mff to huge hotel swinger parties. Our grasp of the lifestyle was in a good place. I was usually the one who flirted and sent message on VisionPersonals.com. If I got a response I liked, I would go to her to see how she felt about it.
One day a got a message, or a response, from a white couple. The female half was pretty sexy from what I could tell and I loved what was said in the profile. Everything flowed until I got to the age...around 50 for both. I was 31 or 32 at the time and had never been with any female past 45. The age didnt matter to me though, she easily met my standards. I was pretty sure 'she' would not be into anyone that much older. 'she' was 24 or 25 and had said more than enough times, no huge age differences. I brought the idea to 'her' anyway. I really wanted to fuck this woman because of her looks, body, and age. Of course I got the answer I expected. 'I dont want to have sex with any woman older than my mom' was the qoute that sent the point home. I told her that I still wanted to, so how can we make it happen? 'she' was good with me taking that approach because there were many times that I found women solely for 'her'. So 'she' agreed to think about meeting them while I continued the back and forth via email.
After a couple of emails, the mutual desire to fuck was apparent. It was solidified for me when they sent me a clear face picture. Damn! she was gorgeous. So now its time to move closer to making this happen. I ask in the next email, 'Where do you 2 live?' The answer 'Blankaty Blank' Apartments (This might be overly paranoid, but I wont say the name of the apartment complex) My face hit the floor. We lived in Blankaty Blank Apartments! What are the fucking odds of this happening? Out of 300,000 profiles in Missouri I run into someone in my complex? My immediate reaction was 'O.K. somebody is fucking with me and its not funny.' I checked with 'her' to make sure 'she' wasnt punking me or something. I felt better when 'she' assured me that 'she' wasnt. After I was confident there was no funny shit going on, I told them I lived there too.
My neighbor really got loose via the emails then. 'what if I show up to your place naked under a trench coat?' or 'what if we fuck in your living room and let 'her' walk in on it?' Thats some hot shit...in theory. 'she' would NOT be ok with those scenarios AT ALL. I remember the look I got when I ran a couple of those ideas by 'her'. I ran them by 'her' solely for that reaction.
I spent alot of time in the complex weight room and even more time in the pool. I had seen most, if not all, of the neighbors at some point. I am really good with remembering faces, but couldnt place her's. To try to figure out who they were, I asked what kind of cars they drove. Bingo. I knew exactly who they were. They had 2 very distinctive sports cars, her's more masculine then his. His was convertable, so I had seen their faces clearly many times as they drove by while I was in the pool or hot tub. As a matter of fact, I remembered seeing them eyeing 'her', me, and my ex  at a neighborhood restaurant we all just happened to be at before any of the VisionPersonals.com stuff. Ok. Now its settled. With or without 'her', I'm fucking this sexy ass lady.
My neighbor, both actually, really wanted my girl too. They would settle for just the girls playing because our profile clearly stated that 'she' wasnt doing anything sexual with another guy. Not my rule, I swear. 'she' continued to be a team player and went to meet them with me one day. It was a cool meeting but 'she' just wasnt feeling it sexually. So after much conversation, 'she' decided that I could fuck my neighbor. 'she' didnt want to be there, hear about it, or know that it happened. This would be the first time I would fuck another female without my girl being there. Believe it or not, the terms bothered me for a while, but I got over that. So I thought...
I was invited over to meet face to face. We just hung out and talked. One time we actually watched 20/20. lol. We had a few more just hanging out sessions. Then on the last hanging out session, she sucked my dick for a while as I was near the door and about to leave. Her boyfriend was there and witnessed the whole thing. Damn! Damn! Damn! that shit felt good. So I knew it was on the next time I came over. She called me a weekend afternoon not too long after that last meeting and asked if I could come over. I said yes and got myself cleaned and ready. When I walked in I was blown away. She had on this tight top, short skirt, no panties and heels. She worked out 5 days a week, had zero , and D implants. So fuckin sexy. She modeled her outfit and turned to show me her ass and shaved pussy. He was there with a look like 'Jeez I hope you can handle whats about to happen' Then she took control. She grab me and took me to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed. She stripped me completely naked and laid me down. She got completely undressed and crawled up to my cock like a cougar to its prey. Then she started sucking. Sucking with sincere passion. Moaning, deep throating, gagging. It started to get wet, then sloppy wet. The wettest I had ever had. Saliva seeped through her fingers but it didnt bother either of us. It was hot as fuck. He would walk in and watch for a bit, then go back in the living room. Two and three way conversations were happening here and there. After some time, I got that tingle. The tingle that says 'eruption is very near' I think should could tell by the way I pumped her mouth that it was coming soon. She seemed to get more locked in. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded in her mouth. She moaned with a sense of accomplishment as she swallowed every bit. I can feel it now. After she wiped her hands, she sat down as if I needed a break. Oh no sister, lay your ass down so I can return the favor. So after less 5 minutes of recovery, I was finally tasting that pussy. Fresh, clean, sweet... Damn. She was a talker and clearly let me know what I already knew, my skills are out of sight. I remember swirling my tongue around her swollen clit and rubbing her g-spot with my index finger and she said 'If you keep that up, I'm going to squirt in your face' I had never been with a squirter and didnt know how I would react to it in my face. So my dumbass lowered my intensity, then eventually stopped eating her pussy to fuck. If I could do that part again now, after having experienced squirters, I would have taken that squirt juice head on, literally. Would of, could of... She put a condom on me and said how do you want me. I told her to turn over. Flat on her stomach, legs opened, hips raise is how I first felt her pussy. She was loud and a talker and that only fueled me to stroke her harder. Like earlier in the episode, he would walk in, watch maybe chat with one or both of us, then go back to the living room. I fucked her really deep and hard. I raised her up to doggy position and really drilled her. Gripping and opening her sexy ass. After a while I felt her coming, the squirt juice really let me know.
Then the fact that 'she' wasnt there started to affect my head. My neighbor could tell so we stopped for a break. We both had come hard and were satisfied so there was no need to over do it. For a first session, I dont know if it could have gone much better. We sat there naked for a while and talked. Then we decided to save round 2 for another time. Round 2 never came. She and I hung out a good number of times after, but I was never given the ok for round 2 by 'her'...even though I never told 'her' about round 1. She knew though.
I had alot of first during that fuck session. My first over 50. The first time I had ever fucked another man's woman while he was there. My first and only time fucking without 'her' being there while we were together. First time ever fucking a neighbor, I usually had a girlfriend and never even flirted with neighbors. First time fucking a woman with implants. Real is best but damn those were nice too. Really nice. That couple is still around. Who knows...round 2 may still happen some day.
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'This is the funny part'
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Posted:Nov 30, 2009 11:37 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2010 9:57 pm
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I took a break from blogging for a bit, but now I'm easing back into it. I was going to make my returning blog about a past neighbor, but I will make that the next entry. I promise you its a sexy story. This entry is a story that the person I have the closest spiritual connection with told me recently. When I say 'There's So Much In this Head' this should give you a better idea of what I mean.
So I'm sittng in my friend C's gym with him and another friend of his. C is a fascinating guy who has seen and been through alot in this thing called life. Some how, he gets to the story about the time he got shot twice. He was defending a friend an the friend's mom from a really bad neighbor who threatened the mom and attacked the while he was there. During the fight, the guy pulled out a gun. He and his friend jumped down a not so small flight of stairs and ran out of the building door. C pushed his friend in one direction and he ran in another so they wouldnt be 2 easy targets. As he is running, he says to himself 'you are going to get hit, but you are not going to die. Whatever happens, you will not die.' Its then when a bullet wizzes by and hits the side of his t-shirt. The next bullet grazed his pinky finger. When his foot landed on his next step, a bullet hit him in that leg. All movement was stopped in that leg and it sent him tumbling over. He busted his mouth on the ground and couldnt move anymore. The friends mom, who saw all of this from the window, said she thought he was dead. Apparently the fuckhead thought he was too because he took off in the other direction after C's friend.
C realises that he is not dead. He gets up and somehow is able to run (slowly) to the closes public place, a corner chinese restaurant. I dont know if you are familiar, but its basicly like fast food. There is usually no place to sit and eat. you order from a somewhat limited menu and take your food with you. Its a little crowded when he goes in. The customer see him come in with his bloody mouth, shirt, and leg and what do they do? Every single one of them took off running like he was the shooter.
At this point, the other guy listening and I am feeling sick from this story. C is one of the best people you can meet on this Earth. We both love him, so hearing this is really getting us down. Then he says 'This is the funny part'. Us two are thinking to ourselves 'what in the hell can be funny in this story?' then we both said those words out loud. He says 'No. I'm telling you, this shit is funny'.
He walks...staggers up to the counter bloodied. Every customer has disappered from the spot. He tells the man behind the counter 'call 911 I need an ambulance.' The older chinese takes a step back, turns to look at the menu, and says 'we no have combination 9'. We all busted out laughing. He said he put his hands on his knees and lowered his bewilderment. He say again 'Call 911! I'm hurt!' as he stands there in the guys face all bloodied. 'We have no combination 9' He finally collapses from the entirety of it all. Someone else in the back calls. The authorities caught the guy and gave him 10 years. In time C healed completely and is now able to laugh about part of it.
There is no telling what life may bring...
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