Saturday, April 04, 2009

A Nawty Mouz in Sugasm #162

Sugasm #162

Bijou courtesy of Badgirl’s Hotbox.

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This Week’s Picks
Justify My Love
“All I could think of was to have his arms around me so that they could make everything right.”

Tied Naked In A Field Of Grass
“Growing up on a farm has its advantages.”

On Machismo
“It’s very weird, this rigid interpretation of gender in America.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Compassion: The Angry Family

Editor’s Choice
Heat

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BDSM & Fetish
brock’s Task
Golden Spike
Impish
Let’s try how it works
Playing Safe
Ritual
Roommate’s Revenge
Sleeping with Daddy

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Beneath Him
He Likes Me
In The Shadows
Jenniffer from AFF
Red Pajamas
Stripper Sex. Stripper Fuck. Stripper Fun
Three Views of a Nude
Watching Girls IV, Personal Invitation
Work Violation
You Ask Me

Sex Humor
Dancing dildo’s and other sundry details…

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews
Mistress Kara Chains, a wicked toy, and my naughty behind
The Mistress Manual review
Pixazza + Adsense for Porn & Adultworld
A review on 32? curved Walnut and Maple Cane by Wycked Synsations with Sera Miles.
Sex Toy Review: ShowerBabe
Think of Your Sex Toy Chest Like a Golf Bag
Top Five Tuesday - Sports Edition

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bijou - All woman
Nicole Scherzinger Sexy Maxim Photoshoot
Within Temptation -HNT
Womanizer (in sign language)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Admonishment Comes at a Heavy Price
Advertising: Sex, Commerce and Sexual Turn-Ons
Caveat, Qualifier, Disclaimer …
An Escort to Remember
HNT ~ Blood Makes Noise
Is Kink Oppressed? Is it Oppressed like ____?
Labels, identities, and asking



-A Nawty Mouz

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Watching Girls IV, Personal Invitation


I took my dinner break at the same eatery as I had in my previous Watching Girls post. I spotted her walking towards the eatery from the club. She was talking on her cell. She was wearing jeans and an ordinary top, nothing revealing.

I looked at Jay, and he confirmed, yep she's one of them. (A stripper from the strip club.) She walked in and made her order. Since she wasn't attired in anything really ogle-worthy, I tried to concentrate on the erotica on my PDA. She had conversation with Jay, and then sat at a table to wait for her order. She was seated in my line sight with her back to me at a table convenient for her waiting.

She was not displaying herself as the other girl had done. I don't think she noticed me. Until, I sneezed, then she looked at me. I looked at her. She stood up and turned away from me, looking out the window. The window with the wonderful view of the car wash exit next door. Oh my gosh, she's posing! She turned back around and began to walk directly towards me. I think we said hi as she walked towards me.

She stood right at my table in front of me, and asked if I was here eating alone. I said, yes. Do you have two cell phones? She asked, almost sitting down. She straightened up, thinking that perhaps I really was there with someone, hence two cell phones. I replied, no, this one is a PDA.

She then proceeded to invite me to go see her at the club. She was on a half-hour break. I should come to the club. I told her it was tempting, perhaps next week. She was quite the salesperson (er, hawker?). I finally told her that I'm having to watching my money. She said she can understand that.

Her order was ready, which she picked up and went out. I mentioned to Jay that she was quite the salesperson. He offered me some tickets to the club, which I reminded him that he had given me some.

Strangely, I felt this wave of queezy nausea come over me. I'm not sure what that was about. It felt as if some pent up nervous energy was caused by actually talking with her and was being spontaneously vented and released. It took about ten minutes or so to settle and not feel so ill.

I got up and got another refill of Diet Coke. On returning to my seat, I noticed she was sitting outside eating her food. Um, darn, I would have been happy to have her eat in front of me. I stalked her to check whether she was just eating, or was she also talking on her phone.

Determining that she was not talking on her phone, just eating, I went outside to chat with her. I asked her, how come she was eating outside? She liked the fresh air. She proceeded to entice me again, saying that before 8pm the admission is only $5. She asked where I worked, etc. She said she had gone to school near there, (it's all close). I asked her what days she works at the club. Tuesdays. I told her, she'll have to drag me in with her next time.

She finished her meal, got up and tossed her trash. We parted. She walked on towards the car wash (away from the club). I walked back inside. I watched her as she passed by. I missed any opportunity to get a photo of her. She walked on in front of the car wash, and got in a car that pulled up. I watch her, briefly. I went back to finishing the erotic story on my PDA. When I was leaving, I saw the car return, but I missed seeing her get out. (I happened to be distracted in conversation with another motorcyclist.)

As I said, I didn't take any pictures of her. After I went back inside, I thought, shoot, I should have just asked her if I could take her pic. I think, this is practice for me. 'Cause, next time ...

BTW, those photos above are her. I checked the club web site when I got home, and I recognized her. I can tell it's her, because of the tattoo. As I was talking with her, outside standing over her, :) , I could see a bit of her cleavage. But, I didn't get any kind of a view like you see above. Sigh.

-A Nawty Mouz

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Shock On My Birthday

It wasn't nearly the shock it was the last time I saw her. It wasn't even as shocking as seeing her family at the church Christmas service. She wasn't with them then, but I was shocky thinking that she was there as well.

My birthday fell on a Sunday this year. I did my usual routine. I picked up grandma (she's 99!), and went to church. I saw her, Belle, as soon as we walked into the sanctuary. In fact, she was sitting at our usual pew. I was shocked. Why, oh why, did she decide to come to church on my birthday!

I had to assess where to sit. So, I directed us to sit in another section. All I could think of was, I need to text Kay and tell her.

After we were settled, I texted Kay. "Guess who's @ church today of all days! Fuck." Her: "Damn. Rough week for you. Are you doing alright?" Ok. ...

I was composed. Of course, this Sunday, was an activity based service, a get to know each other activity. Great, just what I didn't need. You know, when you're in shock in a public place, the last thing you want to do is interact with people. Eh.

The first activity was get up and find someone that has the same color shirt or some such. I didn't get up. I stayed with grandma. After a few minutes, Carol came over to me and said, there's someone here that wants to see you (Gah!). Huh? Who? My Cousin-G! Well, why didn't she just come on over herself? I decided, heck, I'm going to go right over and see her. So, I did.

I was sooo glad my cousin was there. I didn't have a chance to tell her that Belle was there as well, to let her know that I was freaking. I was just glad to catch up a little bit and enjoy her presence. I asked her if she would like to do lunch after the service. Unfortunately, she was catching a plane for her return. So, darn. But, it was so comforting and good cover.

After the service, between chatting with my cousin and others, I had succeeded in avoiding Belle. Well, um, not exactly avoiding, I wasn't walking away from her. It just ended up that we didn't walk up to each other. She did pass by me, and I think she made kind of hi sound as she passed.

The whole time I had radar on her. I was aware of where she was at every moment. And, when I didn't, I was scanning for her to assess her whereabouts. You know when a person you care about is in your presence. You have a heightened sense of their presence. She didn't actual glow, but my eyes saw her a little brighter and sharper than others right next to her. So, yeah, I tried my best not stare or be intent on her, but I was aware of her.

Of all days for her to be at church. It turns out, she came to church every Sunday in February. Each time, the interaction was no more than a brief hi. She seemed just as uncomfortable as I was. For many reasons, it hurt. Though, it seemed that was for the best. The just say "hi" and walk on. So far, March has been Belle free. (I suspect that she went with her parents out-of-state.) Dont get me wrong. I'm glad she was coming to church. I'd just be more at ease if she wasn't attending the same congregation that I was. I almost wish that she was still coming; just so I can get used to seeing her and not get so freaked. Of course, I won't know when I'll see her at church again. But, it won't shocking as it was on my birthday.

-A Nawty Mouz

Friday, March 20, 2009

A Nawty Mouz in Sugasm #161

Sugasm #161

Betty courtesy of
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This Week’s Picks
The Balance of Power
“A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words”

Betrayal
“What’s this? Evidence of pleasure?”

Secret signals
“I will adore him for it”

Sugasm Editor
Not An Overnight

Editor’s Choice
The Ghost of Abuse

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Ass
I forgot
Let the Catfighting Begin
Question #5
My Heart is my Strongest Muscle
No Woman
Owning Slut. Confession #239
Want

Sex Advice
Improving Male Orgasm

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Betty in white stockings
The Blue
Delicate Curves -HNT

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews
20 Questions with Jiz Lee
Blowjob FAIL - the Blowguard
Hysteria and the Hitachi Magic Wand
Industrial Pleasures - the Hitachi Wand
Interview with Daniel Bergner, author of “The Other Side of Desire”
LELO Liv (And Hot Hunk Hugh Jackman Pix)
Sex Toy Review: Go Ringo Cock Ring

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Blindfolded, in a dark forest
Crowded Elevator
How I Became One Groupie’s Real-Life Guitar Hero
Instant Messaging Fun! #1
Oxygen
The Scent Of A Woman
She almost killed me
Sick Day, Part 2
A Sweet and Dirty Love Fuck Story or The Librarian and the Writer
Video Nasty
Watching Girls III, Strike a Pose
What we did on Valentine’s Day

BDSM & Fetish
Diary of a Futa (part 6)
Dream (100 words)
An Enigmatic Angel Returns
On display - Moroccan fantasy 2
Passion
So where’s the missus?
To be or not to be
A weekend with Miss Susan - My version



-A Nawty Mouz

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Watching Girls III, Strike a Pose

Forgive me reader, it's been 192 days since my last posting! Gasp, so shock and surprise, you are now seeing a new post here.

Today, I decided that I would finish work and then eat, rather than have a dinner break and then return to work to finish the day. I got to work this morning at 9:11 am and with an one hour (okay, maybe it was an hour and a half ;) ) lunch, and a 9 hour work day, that puts my end of day at about 7:11 pm. I ended up leaving just before 8 pm, and I'm done for the week.

Do I pick up something from the drive-thru, or I do I dine in? If I do the drive-thru, I can get food and be home to relax. If I dine-in, I can consume multi-refills of Diet Coke and read some erotica on my PDA. Neither of which I would be doing, if I brought my food directly home. Because, one, I am 'saving' money these days by not buying Diet Cokes for home consumption. And, two, when I eat food at home, I sit on my bed and watch TV. So, these are the great ponderings after a long day at work.

I chose to dine-in at a place near work. This fast food place is in a commercial area. It is pretty dead after work. So, when anyone comes in, I am checking them out. :)

A guy comes in, talking on his cell, followed by this young woman. I briefly see her as she walks in before she is covered from my view by a four-foot-ish wall partition. She has a bare midriff, hmmm.

The guy sits at a counter seat still on the phone. She walks up to the cashier counter. She leans on the counter with both hands, butt out. I decide I need a refill. You can imagine where I'm going. I walk right past her to get my refill. She turns and looks at me. She turns back, waiting for a cashier to take her order. I walk past her on my return, again to enjoy the rear view.

She makes her order. I fish out my cell phone out of my pants pocket. (Honest, that's all I did.) I checked the operation of the cell camera. The guy gets up and walks out, still on the phone. Then, oh my gosh, she walks around the wall partition and stands right there, facing away from me. I take careful aim and shoot. Now understand, that normally anybody waiting for their order will wait on the other side of the partition from where I'm sitting, or sit down at a table. So, this is a real unusual happy happenstance for me. I went to take another shot, and missed, hitting the CLR button instead of "ok" button. Darn, I would have liked to have taken a couple of shots and chosen the best to share here.

But, ... wait, ... there's more to the story. After she got her order, she walked outside. The shift crew leader, Jay, who is working the kitchen, gives me a look as we watch her leave. Jay comes out to the dining area and asks me, which way is she walking? He and another crew member then comment on her displaying. (I am the only customer in the dining area.) They noticed her presentation at the counter. Apparently, the crew man at the register got some nice views. (Lucky dog. :) ) Jay commented how he saw me focusing on her as soon as she had walked in.

Did I mention that there is a strip club three businesses down from the fast food? No, I guess I hadn't. So, when Jay asked me which way is she walking, is she walking towards the club. I confirmed, yes she is. He thought so. She seemed like and acted like a stripper. He should know. His other job that he works is at the club as a bouncer.

Oh my gosh, I realized later, she was displaying for me, on purpose! Nice.

A few minutes later, she walks in again, and asks if I have a match or a lighter. Sorry, no I don't. Darn! (I start thinking, maybe I should be carrying a lighter for emergencies such as this.) She then asks the crewman for a light. She goes back out. Jay comes out, and he asks what she wanted. The crewman and I reply, she was asking for a light. The crewman says to Jay, you have a lighter, right? Yes, so, Jay and crewman go outside, and they chat a few minutes with girl (and the guy is there too). (I didn't go out with them. It just didn't seem like the thing to do. Though, I did check if there was an opportunity to get another pic, but it was too dark and stalker-ly.)

I asked Jay, when he got back in, so you hiring her? He said, she's looking to work at the club and they (the club management) had told her to come back tomorrow night. So, he'll see her there tomorrow night.

Jay and I further chatted, and he offered me two discount tickets to visit the club. I'd been inside the adult store part a few times (really only a handful of times in a span of many years time), but never the strip club part. I really doubt that I will go, at least any time soon, especially with me watching my spending.

But, oh my, what a nice girl watching experience, such a tease.

-A Nawty Mouz



Monday, September 01, 2008

People Watching

People watching, or should I say, girl watching, always.

As I considered my options for eating, fast food of course, I decided upon a nice burger joint that is quite popular. My other choices, I decided were going to be a bit less popular.

It turns out that I made a very pleasant choice. When I got there, it was so crowded that I only had one choice to sit. Since I had my motorcycle gear on, my first task was to shed my gear which also saved my spot.

I had a corner two-seat table right next to a four-seat table occupied by a man with two young girls and a young woman. I tried to guess the relationships. The young woman, I first thought was a girl and friend to the other two, since the two younger girls were of the skin tone of the young man. But, I later I decided that perhaps the girl was a girl friend to the young man, and the two younger girls were his younger sisters. Now all this is speculation, and I had no bits of conversation overheard to make any distinctions.

The best watching happened after the four-some left. A few minutes later, four nice looking young ladies sat down at that table. Oh my, oh my, they were nice looking and to look at. The two blondes sat in the fixed chairs on my side of the table. And, the two dark haired girls sat facing my side. The young dark-haired girl closest to me and facing me was younger than the other three, but not by much. I later decided that she was the sister to the young woman next her. They looked so similar. And, the older one asked the younger to refill her drink in a casual manner that seemed familiar to two sisters.

They were so nice to look at. Sigh. The two sisters wore jean skirts. The younger one was slightly shorter and she would adjust every time she sat. In fact, oh joy, I noticed probably after her second sit down, that I could actually glimpse a bit of panty when she dropped down to sit. She immediately closed her legs and adjusted her skirt, so she never really exposed herself, except the very briefest of a second. Silly really, and I don't normally get any excitement out of seeing pantied girls. At least, I don't search for those in porn pics, prefering explicit porn pics instead. But, I realize that they are more exciting as real fabric over real pudenda. So, I had a very relaxing, enjoyable time eyeing the four and especially the youngest. (The other three seemed to be almost of college age, so close to twenty, if that. The youngest seemed about seventeen.)

Of course, to fill in the time between the glances, so as to not stare at the lovelies, I would browse the dining area, and then return to the erotic story on my pda. Did I mention the young woman sitting in the booth directly in front of me? She was sitting with her parents. She had shorts on.

The lovelies left and though there were others to watch, there were no others quite fine as those. I think I spent an hour and a half longer than I needed for strict dining purposes. A pleasant afternoon, people watching, er girl watching.

-A Nawty Mouz

PS: Yes, I thought of snapping a pic, but way too uncool. Their table was like two feet away, and no inconspicuous way to snap even a sly cell cam shot. Oh, but it would be too thrilling to catch a panty shot, even if it was the slimmest of chances to get it.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Watching Girls II, Photo Op Botch

I'm heading to pick up my grandmother and go to church this morning. I'm stopped at a signal light in the left most left turn lane. I look to my right and on the sidewalk are two young women walk down the street. One of these girls is wearing just a bikini! I'm over a 150 miles from any decent beach, so to say this is a rare sight in this area is an understatement. WTC!

So, naturally, I was going to share with you all this awesome sight with an albeit lame cell cam shot. I was getting all set to shoot as they walked into the best view for the shot. I'm lining up my shot through the stopped traffic when the little old lady in the lane next to me decides to take up the gap in front of her which totally took away my photo op! Frakken, why couldn't she hold it just five or ten seconds longer. She was perfectly fine where she was.

This sight will be as likely to be repeated as my seeing a girl walking a pink goat. Sigh.

-A Nawty Mouz

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A Nawty Mouz in Sugasm #140

Sugasm #140

Mistress E

courtesy of Dark Mistress.

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This Week’s Picks
“Are you a sex blogger or a sexy blogger?”
“It builds a community that I am so proud to be part of.”

The J Word
“And while you’re with her, I’ll be with him.”

Transcending moment
”It’s that place between fear and arousal, and they are so very closely related.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Chill Pleasure

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BDSM & Fetish
Bathroom bang
Bros Not Hoes - F/m Spanking Video Clip
Cock training
GalerĂ­as de spanking: Spanking Server
Games Grown Ups Play
The Most Amazing Sex (and I didn’t come)
Mr. and Mrs. Kink Have Great Sex (Again)
My First Ever Fetish Photography Shoot & Other Wonderful Things
New spanking gallerie - Two girls spanked
Religion and BDSM
Rope
TES Fest 2008 was fabulous!
Your Slut

Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss-How Do I Know If A Girl Likes Me?
Fetish Safety - Branding
The Kivin Method: Guaranteed Orgasm for Women

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Advanced Exhibitionism
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 2
Club Tantra: My Experience, Unabridged
Distraction
Fucking no foreplay
Getting to fuck the neighbor 9
Him
HNT - Peach
Insanity never felt so good
Interludes - part 1
Memoir Of A Married Woman
Popping His Cherry
Re: Dinner Last Night
“Red Bottoms” (Complete)
Sloppy Seconds, Then Thirds
That Time of the Month
Whiskey Kisses (unedited)

Sex Work
Sex Worker Solidarity: Catalina
Happy Thoughts on Being a Phonesex Op…
Stamp on my forehead saying “ask me about your fetish”

Sex & Politics
Natalia Antonova on Objectification and Desire
Teen Sex: The New After-School Special?
Women Enjoy Relative Sexual Freedom this 4th of July

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #18: Artemis Hunter and the Silver Bullet
Calstar Spanking - Severe deep stripe marks
Cheerleader is tired in gangbang video
Free video audition of Amsterdam sex performer
Half-Nekkid and Getting Shaved
HNT - A bit cheeky
HNT - Purple Lace
Making Love to the Camera
Mz Berlin Took This Picture Of Herself In Her New Wasp Creation Corset

Sex Humor
Top 6 Reasons for Not Shaving Your Beaver

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Catalina loves Lochai
Comstock Films
Drink Semen for Better Health
Interview about spanking erotica with Spanked contributor Teresa Noelle Roberts
January Seraph Is A Hot Femdom Dominating Jade Indica In Lesbian Latex Role Play
The Monday Buzz: The Bandito
Penny Flame Fucks A Handyman With A Strap-On and Feeds Him His Own Cum
Product Research: Blow Job Dildo
Yes! Yes! Yes! Personal Lubricant

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Be nice… until it is time to not be nice…
Finding out your good friends are swingers
Naughty Text Messages and Perverted Friends Makes Life Fun
Sex Advice Review: “Tips to Better Sex and Sleep”
Silence.



-A Nawty Mouz

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

That time of the month


There is a flux pattern or biorhythm that cycles my horniness. My randiness popped up on Saturday.

My Google Reader feed hit on some photos with spanking, bondage, and pain, etc. Now, these photos were from ad/teaser sites with sample photos for other sites. These sites had one weakness that I took advantage of. Their link paths were harvestable, a part of the URL path and filenames were sequential. And, being a programmer, I have a simple program that I use to cycle through the links. And, using that program to generate a list of links, I use a handy tool called 'wget' to download the photos.

For some unknown bit of brain chemistry and horniness, that triggered a masturbation frenzy while browsing the harvest. And, that horniness has not completely dissipated as yet, though not as frantic but still hyped.

Today, an inspiration for a Nawty erotic story occupied my mind. This erotic story timeshared itself with everything else I was doing today, including reading an erotic story on my PDA. Yes, as in half the time I'm reading this story, then drift off thinking about dialogue, monolugue, and narration of my own brainstorm. And, yes, I hope to share that brainstorm here too. Just, it's late now.

So, what's even crazier, I rode my motorcycle today. It's very hot here, and the air is seriously unhealthy with smoke from fires. I was working late, and left work at 10:30pm, so it's dark. I did something crazy, something weird. It's hot, maybe my brain is a bit fried. So, I slipped my pants and underwear off my butt and rode bare butt home. I wear a leather jacket (even in this heat) that has a tail to it, so nothing was really exposed to the casual observer, maybe a little cheek, but that's it. With tan pants, who could tell in the dark what was flashing by. Crazy, huh? It's not even a full moon, quite the opposite. Oh, and I don't think anyone noticed.

Earlier I was drawn to listen to a favorite song from Poe called "Control". It seems anti-intentional, or perhaps it is rebel inspiring. Here it is as a video mix with scenes from Buffy.

-A Nawty Mouz

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Facing the Music

Whoa, it has been a while hasn't it. This is for my dear friend who's been asking about what's up and missing me and my posts. Hugs my dear! Thanks for being there. You're dearly missed.

My dear wrote a comment sometime ago on MySpace that I needed some music on my page. I just couldn't do that for two reasons.

First, I cringe whenever I hit a web page that starts playing music or any sound without warning or choice. I'm okay, if I chose to play something by clicking a 'play' button.

Second, and more significantly, I haven't played my own music selections in almost 3 years. I listen to music on radio when I'm in my car, which is set to a mostly 80's station (no requests). And, my radio alarm is set to an easy listening station, which I usually hit the snooze on immediately. Sometimes, I'll let it play for a bit if it comes on after I've gotten up.

But, I haven't listened to my selections, my favorites, for a long time. Why? I don't have a clear or exact reason. I can say, though, that I stopped pretty much right when my dear friend Kay finally gave me her answer. The answer to the question of whether she was interested in something more than a friendship. The answer was no. For me, that was devastingly like a breakup, and yet our friendship continued and got stronger despite my feelings of loss.

In the meantime, I couldn't bring myself to listen to 'my' music. Especially one song in particular that I had used as my theme song for my new 'dating' attitude. The rest of my music that I have collected, I have collected because it inspired or moved me and thus have emotional feelings attached. I respond as much to the tone of music as well as the words and music. So, most all of my music would cause me to feel at a time that I didn't want to feel anymore than I already was feeling.

So, something happened today (doesn't something happen everyday?), something I haven't done in a long time. I played some of 'my' music. I was at work late and it was quiet. I was doing some tedious data corrections, and decided I needed to some background music. So, I started Windows Media Player and created a playlist. I just grabbed and dropped some artists to the playlist (so all of their tracks); Aimee Mann, Enya, Earthtones~Celtic Journey, The Corrs, etc.. Nothing I sing along to or hum to, but I was hearing songs that I remember. (I only listened to a half-dozen of the hundred or so that were selected.)

The theme song, I thought I would share with you here. I still have a mix of feelings about it, but I still love it.


The Corrs, "Breathless" (Live in Trafalgar Square)

Sigh, I don't know if it means much, whether this is a significant event. A slight relaxation of old hurts, or maybe that emotions are very volatile right now and this is an unconscious measure to soothe them.

I have been feeling that with the progress of a couple of situations that having a break down is not outside the realm of possibility.

Monday, a nice thing happened that I think gave me a relief valve, an extra breathe of air. A shuffling of offices gave me the opportunity to move to an office cube with a window. The opportunity was presented before lunch. I put in the request to move my phone to the empty office. An hour or so later, a guy from the help desk stopped by and said he was there to move my phone. I also needed a second network port activated in the new office. He said he could do that too. So, moved phone and computers, finagled network settings, got connected. Boom, I'm online. So, I moved all my stuff and was moved out at the end of the day. So, woo-hoo! Office with a window!

I rode today, it's been like almost 3 weeks since I last rode. I needed to ride. I so needed it. Even though the air is so freaking awful with smoke from all of the fires. I rode.

And, I listened to music.

-A Nawty Mouz



PS: I know, I am projecting a lot of stuff is going on and not saying anything about it. Bear with me. I get so exhausted that I don't have the energy to share it. I so appreciate you my dears and your forbearance.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

I'm in shock, total shock

I am in shock, like when I got rear-ended 3 weeks ago. [Yeah, one of those postable stories to catch up on. Spoiler: No damage to the car, or me. Thank, goodness.]

You'll never guess who I bumped into at lunch today! Guess. Okay, I'll save you the suspense. It was Belle. Could not F-ing believe it. Total shock. She's supposed to be like 40 miles away from here, not 0.4 miles.

I went to lunch with some guys from work. We went to a cafe that's about 2 blocks from work. (We drove. ha.) This cafe is in one of the large office buildings in this industrial park area. So, it's not someplace the general public would go to. Anyways, we walk in, and I go to the order line. I ask the girl standing there, if she is in line. It's her! She recognized me immediately. I took 1.5 seconds. She was there getting lunch, of course. We said, hi how are you. What are you doing here (I think I asked that). She said she just started working at CPS (Child Protective Services) on the 1st. Shock. I was shocky. Still am. I was with my coworkers, so it's not like I wanted to be getting into an actual conversation and then have them ask about her. So, I asked her again if she was in line to order. She was still thinking, and said to go ahead. So, I said, have a good lunch. I ordered the buffet. I saw her as she walked out with carry out. She didn't look back.

I continued eating in shock. Of course, trying to look normal and involved in the lunch conversations. I couldn't tell whether my face was flushed or pale. I was feeling all shaky inside and not wanting to show a bit of it.

: Holy. Shit.

Yeah, exactly. I haven't seen her since about Feb-March 2006. And, the last time I talked to her was Jan. 2007, when she called me out of the blue after almost a year of no contact. [I could cite references to previous posts, but just check the label 'belle'. I don't want to go there right now. Thanks.]

(Later today, I saw my coworker, Jeff, in the hall, and I realized, I am sooo glad he wasn't there. He's met her. He didn't (doesn't) know who she was to me. He knows nothing about my involvement with her. I am soo glad he wasn't there. He's a hugger, and it would've gotten more attention from my fellow coworkers and be even more awkward. Sigh. So, it could've been even worse.)

: So...aside from the shock. How're you holding up?

Holding up okay. It's like I just need to breathe.

: Yes. breathe. Hugs.

thanks

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I texted my dear friend Kay while I was riding back with my coworker. He needed to pick up some photos at the store.

'OH My F-ing G-d! You won't believe who I bumped into!'

She called back while I was in the store. (And, texted me 'Who?')

'Hello? Hello?'

'Who?'

'{Belle}'

... I had to cut it short, because I was getting in the truck with my friend. I didn't want to be a party to my conversation. 'Can I call you back in a few minutes?' 'Sure'

So, I called Kay back. We talk a few minutes. She understands.

She said, she guessed 5 possibilities, Belle, M., William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, or Wil Wheaton. The first two would be shocking. The last three would be totally surprising. (M. is an ex-friend and an ex-bf of Kay's and a whole another story.)

I told Kay, I thought about wanting to know more about what's happening with Belle. But, it's probably best that our meeting was brief and detached. Sigh.
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Just got back from lunch. I'm still shaking from shock. I bumped into Belle. Total, total shock. I'll post about that for sure. Shock.

| ohmygaod, ohmy god, how did it go with belle ?????

Well, I kept my calm as best as I could, so it went okay. I was there with other coworkers, so I didn't want to get into a real conversation, well besides being in total shock too.

-A Nawty Mouz



PS: Compiled from some emails exchanged today with my dears. Thank you, my dears, for your care and concern. Love, blessings, and hugs.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Clipped wing

Darn. Just when I thought, well now, I'm going to start posting again. I mean I have so many things that I have not been posting about.

I got a severe pain in my left arm. So severe, that Sunday night, I nearly got sick after eating some chicken. Not from chewing, tasting, and ingesting it. But, from the pain of bringing to my mouth to eat it. Kind of a shocky thing.

The pain has lessened a bit since. I am typing solely with my right hand. And, mousing mostly with my right. I am using my desktop, rather than sitting comfortably on my bed with my laptop. I blame my laptop for my pain. I think it causes my forearms to be bent up and my wrists to bend down, putting strain on my elbows. And, since I am left handed, my left arm got hit first. But, if I'm not careful, my right will go too.

So, that's it for now. Hopefully, I can be over this pain soon.

-A Nawty Mouz

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

is that good?

[09:57] meeboguest: Hi me new dont know what 2 do thinkig of girl alot got 2 rub her boob the other day that was fun.cant wait 2 go down lower felt her clit once in the hot tub but 2 many people around 2 finish.she is so hot i call her iz.my wife knows shes my friend but not the benifits
[09:59] meeboguest: i miss her alot
[10:00] meeboguest: i better go work out get my mind off her for awhile she makes me hard all the time.is that good?


Hmmm, trick questions. Always fun. Yes, that was a very good confession. Me, I like to side with marital fidelity, but I don't make judgments on other people's choices on these matters. It's their lives that they have to live.

Dude, you married too young, at least wait until you're like maybe nineteen or something. Go tease your wife. Make lewd suggestions to her. Don't have sex with her right away. Keep teasing her, and fondling her, but resist her until she's ready to tie you up and jump you. Then, see if you remember what's her name. Repeat that every day, until you do forget about her, the other girl, not your wife, please.

-A Nawty Mouz

Friday, February 15, 2008

A Nawty Mouz in Sugasm #118

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-A Nawty Mouz