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"I would that I might die this hour, seeing that I could not help my friend..."
Achilles

Great in White

The color of innocence, but so far from it. Just Lovely.

I found this on Tumblr, its not mine, but I had to share.

Super sexy

I came across this short film via a friends tumblr page. I'm putting the link here because I think its sexy as hell and had to share it. I love the music, the outfit, the collar and cuffs, and of course her perfect obedience.

http://shadesinbetween.tumblr.com/post/13018608599/my-absolute-favorite-with-the-perfect-song-this

Saturday dining

I planned a nice dinner out for my wife's birthday this past Saturday. All she wanted was a hands off night out, she wanted to worry about none of it. Not a problem with me, easy enough. I found a newer restaurant in our area that we've never been to before and made reservations for 5, it was either that or 9. So with those made, next was finding a sitter for M. My first choice was busy so I hit up my sister in law to see if she had any plans. Within a hour she got back to me, not only was she not busy, but she offered to take M overnight. I figured that was even better, rather than a few hours at dinner, we had the night to ourselves, maybe we could capitalize on that time.

I actually had Saturday off, so I didn't have to rush home to get ready or anything which was nice. The down side was being home with M and my wife all day. I know, that sounds terrible, but let me explain. For some reason M was making my wife a bit on the quick to snap short fuse side. She was quite aggravated with M constantly wanting her. I did my best to keep M busy, but she would still go running for Mom and just chat her ear off. For the past two weeks my wife has had little to no patience, so it's been a bit of pussy footing over hot coals for me. We got things ready for M's overnight stay and got ready ourselves for dinner, there was a dress code to meet after all. We headed to the sis in law's and dropped of the wee one then headed straight for the restaurant which is a few towns away. We got there with two minutes to spare, headed to the door, and it was locked. They weren't even open yet, so we sat in the car and waited about 10 minutes until someone came to let the growing crowd in the parking lot in. We were greeted by the owner and given a nice table in the back that oversaw everything. We got some drinks and talked a bit, trying to figure out the menu, much of which was a bit confusing. We ordered and ended up having a really good meal, Tapas, entrees and dessert. The food was excellent, the best I've had out to eat in years, of course that's why it cost so much more too I'm sure. All in all, it went by quicker than I thought. We were there for about an hour and a half total, but it was a great place to spend some time.

After, she wanted to go to a shoe store, I wasn't going to argue, this was for her birthday. So we went there and I walked around looking at nothing while she was in shoe heaven. After a half hour or so there we headed home. We got in and the first thing I wanted was another drink, so I made myself one. I then made a nice fire and we settled in to watch some TV since it was still early. She moved to the floor in front of the fire and was asleep in about 5 minutes, it was still before 9... So ended what I was hoping to be a romantic night without the little one.

Hurting

I've had my heart broken twice in as little as a day. First, was the slap I got across the face late yesterday afternoon when I went to pick up my little one. The teacher says to me, "oh hi, we need to talk", and she proceeds to pull a chair next to her so I can sit down. I've never had to have a "talk" with her. She then starts looking for a book because she had to write it all down. It turns out my little one had some devilish attitude in her yesterday. She started the morning by punching a classmate, no idea why, she just wound up and let loose on him. A little while later, the teacher had them in line for something, when she turned to look at the kids, mine had a boys cheek grasped in her fingers, leaving five little red marks on his face before she let go. Then, around lunch time, they were all eating and mine decided to spit on the kid next to her.

I sat there and listened to the charges like a death row inmate facing the chair. I couldn't believe my little girl would do all that. I was shocked and just looked at her across the way, playing like nothing ever happened. I'm embarrassed to even be having this conversation with the teacher. The only saving grace is the teacher knows that this is not normal for my M. She is usually very affectionate, always wanting to sit in the teachers lap, or be close to others. I'm hoping its just a one time thing. Never the less, we are reinforcing the ideas that she is not to touch anyone in a hurtful way and absolutely no spitting, ever. And of course there was the "Santa only comes to good kids houses."

The second hurt was a different kind this morning when I receive a text from my wife. I'm typically out of the house early and home late, so I sometimes don't get to spend much time with M. I'm at work this morning when the text comes through from my wife around 7:45. She says that M told her out of the blue that she misses daddy. My wife repeated it and M says "yea, a lot". It kills me thinking I'm not there enough for my little girl. I love her to death, but I can't afford to be without this job. I get paid well for what I do, and that has made it difficult to find something in a different field with better hours.

I don't know. I'm just in a really bad mood today because of this and some other things that have been bothering me, life really can just drag your ass down sometimes. I feel I'm loosing touch with everything, caring less and putting up more walls, reverting back into myself yet again.

That's the kind of little devil I could get into......------------>

Yes, I'm enamored

Things are finally starting to straighten themselves out around here after Octobers freak snow storm. Just about everyone has power back finally, a point of contention for many with the electricity providers. We still have some snow piles on the ground even though temps have been hovering in the 60's the past few days.

So Sunday, the family and I ventured out to a mall that we haven't been to in a year or so and has under gone many changes. Its much more "high brow" now with stores that I can't afford to look in the windows, never-mind step into with the thought of spending. It's right around 1 o'clock and the place is pretty full. My first thought is, you have to be fucking kidding me, Christmas decorations already? But after I got over the shock of that, I started looking around and appreciating the sights, and it became the reason for this post.

Can I tell you that I love, LOVE, the return of leggings, which I believe they are called. I call them, the super tight, ass hugging, W loving, women's pants. Oh my fucking god are they sexy. Add in some heals and I'm half way to full mast. And all you ladies in yoga pants have a similar effect on me too.

There were so many incredible looking women at the mall just strutting around in these. I had all I could do to keep my attention on the little one, if not, my head would have looked like it was on a spring. I especially love the fact that most of the women wearing them have the body's for it and they weren't covering up with long shirts or anything. Two of the office chicks are even in on the act, it wasn't just my last Halloween post that had them wearing them.

It feels almost like being back in high school, minus the teased to the heavens hair of course. May leggings stay around for awhile, pleaseeeeeee......

An answer, A.K.A. my two cents...

So the other day I received an incomplete Formspring question from a fellow blogger, fault Formspring's character limit, not the blogger. I did receive an email from her explaining her position some more and she would like my opinion on the matter. Again, I'm far from an expert in such matter, but always happy to be asked for help. Here is what she wrote on Formspring:

I wish I had seen this earlier. I really needed some advice about a hook-up that persistently pursued me then after our hook-up decided he felt "guilty" about cheating on his wife. me being me of course became completely enamored and am now crushed. He in...


And this is her continuation to me:

Basically I wanted advice on how I should handle this issue with this guy or better yet how to move on and put it behind me. We have no contact anymore and quite honestly i became very attached to him and miss him terribly.

The first thing to comes to my mind is, how many times did you "hook up" with him? Ok, never mind that question, she just answered that in an email to me. Apparently it was only once, but it was an incredible once, or so I'm told.  I wondered how you developed such strong feelings for him. It sounds like he was quite the aggressor in the beginning if he was that persistent, so it could also very well be the emotional connection you made with him even before you physically fucked. The thing you must be aware of and ask yourself is, how did this attachment come into being? Is it the emotional connection your craving and missing, or the physical ecstasy you experienced? I would think if you only had the physical once, it would be easier to let go and move on. So, maybe you truly did develop this as emotional affair and hence your unwillingness to let go.

On the other side of the coin is his connection to you. Seems its not nearly as strong as yours is to him. I would hazard a guess and say he was in it just for the sex possibly. Though his borderline stalkerish attitude towards pursuing you makes me think otherwise. I  think maybe he is just feeling guilty about the start of an affair. Was this a first affair for him? If so, its completely possible he lost his nerve, even if the sex was that good.

The bigger issue it seems is your longing for him. What made him so special to you to develop this crush? I know you've had other guys from what I've read, there must be something about him that caused this attachment. Maybe he could have been the perfect lover, but you can't beat yourself up over that now. You have to find a way to let him go if he doesn't want to continue the affair anymore. I'm sure you knew going into the whole AM thing that the possibility for this kind of thing was there. I think I'm just more surprised that you developed an attachment to him so quickly.

The burden is now on you to move on, and move past him. Look at it as a minor set back and one of the hazards of affairs. You said it yourself, your a strong woman and you can move on, you don't need to dwell on something that is not reciprocal and will only drag you down more.

This is all only my opinion, I don't know that I'm much help, but I thank you for asking anyway. If anyone else has suggestions on how to move on, by all means, leave a comment.

Just remember that old adage, "It is sometimes better to love and lost, than to have never loved at all."

Formspring question

Wow, I got my first Formspring question. The only down side is I think there's a limit on the amount of characters allowed, so I didn't get the complete question. Here is what I got:

I wish I had seen this earlier. I really needed some advice about a hook-up that persistently pursued me then after our hook-up decided he felt "guilty" about cheating on his wife. me being me of course became completely enamored and am now crushed. He in


Now before I weigh in on this, I'd like to have the complete paragraph since Formspring seems slightly handicapped. So please, whomever sent this, email me and I'd be happy to put in my two cents. I don't know if I'm the best person to ask, but I'm more than willing to give you my opinion.

W
internalpathwaytocontention@gmail.com

Sexyness at work

Yesterday brought some interesting sights to work for a change. I work in a predominately male business and the more beautiful of the species is not seen all that often. We do have a few women that work in the office but they are usually only seen passing through, to or from their cars.

Yesterday being old hallows eve, the ladies in the office apparently decided to dress up and have a bit of a party in there. Now, I've often heard in the past that Halloween is a great time for some women to embrace their inner slut and dress however they like without any repercussions, and believe me, I relish the idea. Hell, I think they should do it much more often, once a week maybe, I'm more than happy to look at all that sexy flesh, on display, peaking out, begging for attention. Mmmmmm. So, anyway, before I had my little tangent, I was saying...

My department has a view of the main work area where everyone walks through, so I was given the opportunity to be surprised early yesterday when one of the girls walked in with skin tight black pants and a tail swaying back and forth as she walked through. Damn, that looked pretty good. About a half hour later, another one walks in, same thing, tight black pants and high boots, only this one is working it, sauntering through, hips swinging and swaying. Oh my, I'm thinking as every guy has their eyes glued to her ass.

The best thing is how they knew they had the attention and kept walking back and forth throughout the day, eating it up I'm sure. The tails on their asses, ears sticking up high, and painted whiskers all attracting the cat woman attention of a guy centric business. Three of them on separate occasions even made some trips to my department to drop things off, which is not a normal occurrence. It had my mind in the gutter most of the day, I know, not a difficult thing to do right.