Just thought I would stick with the hot female rocker theme and share this one with you.
If you want to see this chick belt out some really heavy lyrics, check out their song "I'm So Sick". If I thought ahead I would have linked both, sorry.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Two Up
My wife actually asked me to do something with her, that she has not asked for in two years. No, not "do you want a blow job", though it has been quite a few months since I've seen the inside of a mouth. Sorry, I always get sidetracked by sex, its a wonder I can operate normally on a daily basis.
Anyway, what she asked was if we could go out on the motorcycle. We had planned to go out to dinner Sunday night after we got back from dropping M off at the in laws for the night. It was a comfortable evening and I always love a reason to ride on two wheels. Now, like I said, its been more than two years since she has been a passenger and more than seven or eight since she rode herself. The reason she does not normally like riding with me, the R1's passenger seat, its really is a sorry excuse for padded cardboard and it sits about 4 inches higher than the front seat. But a 1000cc bike with 180 horsepower is not really made for two up riding, a passenger seat was an afterthought at the Yamaha factory.
She used to always complain about how her ass hurt after about 20 minutes on the bike, or her knees bothered her from the sitting position. I was not looking forward to complaints. Well a 25 minute ride to the BBQ joint and all was well, "not as bad as I remembered" she says. We eat, have a few drinks, go to a friends house for a few hours, then head home. The ride was a bit longer home, about 45 minutes, then the complaints came. My knee hurts, my ass is a bit sore, it was a bit cold. Are you fucking kidding me....
Meanwhile in my head I'm having visions of what could be, arms wrapped around my waist, holding tight. Enjoying the ride, the vibrations that reach deep down into that secret place in women just between those legs. All culminating in a great night of licking, sucking, and fucking.
Hey, I can dream, can't I.
Anyway, what she asked was if we could go out on the motorcycle. We had planned to go out to dinner Sunday night after we got back from dropping M off at the in laws for the night. It was a comfortable evening and I always love a reason to ride on two wheels. Now, like I said, its been more than two years since she has been a passenger and more than seven or eight since she rode herself. The reason she does not normally like riding with me, the R1's passenger seat, its really is a sorry excuse for padded cardboard and it sits about 4 inches higher than the front seat. But a 1000cc bike with 180 horsepower is not really made for two up riding, a passenger seat was an afterthought at the Yamaha factory.
She used to always complain about how her ass hurt after about 20 minutes on the bike, or her knees bothered her from the sitting position. I was not looking forward to complaints. Well a 25 minute ride to the BBQ joint and all was well, "not as bad as I remembered" she says. We eat, have a few drinks, go to a friends house for a few hours, then head home. The ride was a bit longer home, about 45 minutes, then the complaints came. My knee hurts, my ass is a bit sore, it was a bit cold. Are you fucking kidding me....
Meanwhile in my head I'm having visions of what could be, arms wrapped around my waist, holding tight. Enjoying the ride, the vibrations that reach deep down into that secret place in women just between those legs. All culminating in a great night of licking, sucking, and fucking.
Hey, I can dream, can't I.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Beach
I so enjoy spending time with M. Just watching her play in the sand, her little sunglasses and hat, and that huge smile when she looks up at you. At one point she lay down next to me on the towel and rubbed my stomach and said "night, night, dada", it was so damn cute. She makes me melt.
Now, if your ever feeling bad about your body or looks, take a trip to a major beach with a lot of people. After about an hour there, my wife says to me "I don't know why I feel so embarrassed in a bathing suit". Some people have no humility any more, they will let anything hang out. You just want to tell some of these people,
"Honey, just because they make it in you size does not mean you have to wear it."
That goes for the guys to.
Whatever, to each their own. Because of course along with all the bad, there are plenty of good sights as well at the beach.
Lunch was kind of nice to, with good food and a very attentive waitress, well, at least to me. She "loved" my tattoo and was very touchy whenever she brought another Captain and coke, or food over. She was also fawning over M. What's funny is my wife seemed so oblivious to it all. I thought women picked up on this sort of stuff. Fuck it, I don't care either way.
For the most part, a good day indeed, at least at the beach.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
HNT:Leather
"The Road I'm On"
3 Doors Down
She said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you're living in between the lines
And all the stars they sparkle and shine everyday
He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm towin' the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, the same road that I am on
He said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you keep it all between the lines
Of everything I want and I want to find, one of these days
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
3 Doors Down
She said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you're living in between the lines
And all the stars they sparkle and shine everyday
He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm towin' the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, the same road that I am on
He said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you keep it all between the lines
Of everything I want and I want to find, one of these days
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Anniversary
Well, another anniversary come and gone, and nary a blade of grass blown out of the ordinary order of things. We've been married now, less than fifteen years but more than thirteen, in the whole scheme of things, not a lot of time, I know. But, talk about just another day, did I expect as much? Honestly, yes. Was I hoping for more? Hell yes.
How about a run down of the day, shall we?
Up at 5:10, shower, get ready for work, get the little one up and fed breakfast, say bye, the wife says "Happy Anniversary" and on the road by 6:15.
At work by 7, order flowers and have them sent to her work (not something I normally do by the way). Grind through another morning, make it to lunch time and have a nice conversation with Beryl on the phone. Back to work, grinding until 5 when S, yes the same coworker, gets changed at work to "go out shopping". She is dressed to kill, 4 inch heals, skin tight leggings (is that what their called?), and a top she is ready to fall out of, another attempt to tease I'm assuming. Another hour here, out at 6, talk with Beryl some more on the ride home.
Home at 7:10. Play with the little one until getting her ready for bed, put her down at 7:45. Back downstairs, help cut up some fresh fruit for the wee one, clean up, put things away. Upstairs to shower, back downstairs for a dinner consisting of frozen pizza. My opinion is needed on what kind of kids table to buy the little one, ohhhh the excitement, I can hardly contain myself. In bed by 10, a movie on, and the cold shoulder from my wife. Wow, life is grand.
Was I expecting to be greeted at the door with her on her knees? No, but those were thoughts put there by someone else. Was I expecting more than a thank you for the dozen roses? Abso fucking lutly...The cold shoulder doesn't cut it.
Coming up next post, The Phone.
How about a run down of the day, shall we?
Up at 5:10, shower, get ready for work, get the little one up and fed breakfast, say bye, the wife says "Happy Anniversary" and on the road by 6:15.
At work by 7, order flowers and have them sent to her work (not something I normally do by the way). Grind through another morning, make it to lunch time and have a nice conversation with Beryl on the phone. Back to work, grinding until 5 when S, yes the same coworker, gets changed at work to "go out shopping". She is dressed to kill, 4 inch heals, skin tight leggings (is that what their called?), and a top she is ready to fall out of, another attempt to tease I'm assuming. Another hour here, out at 6, talk with Beryl some more on the ride home.Home at 7:10. Play with the little one until getting her ready for bed, put her down at 7:45. Back downstairs, help cut up some fresh fruit for the wee one, clean up, put things away. Upstairs to shower, back downstairs for a dinner consisting of frozen pizza. My opinion is needed on what kind of kids table to buy the little one, ohhhh the excitement, I can hardly contain myself. In bed by 10, a movie on, and the cold shoulder from my wife. Wow, life is grand.
Was I expecting to be greeted at the door with her on her knees? No, but those were thoughts put there by someone else. Was I expecting more than a thank you for the dozen roses? Abso fucking lutly...The cold shoulder doesn't cut it.
Coming up next post, The Phone.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Pain
I experienced a physical pain like never before Sunday morning, and the best part, it was totally self-inflicted.
I have a fundraiser ride coming up in about a month that I need to get ready for. It's a 100 mile route and I need to get my legs primed and ready. It's on the pedal bike, not the motorcycle by the way. I know what you were thinking...
I have a fundraiser ride coming up in about a month that I need to get ready for. It's a 100 mile route and I need to get my legs primed and ready. It's on the pedal bike, not the motorcycle by the way. I know what you were thinking...
Anyhow, I have been out riding every weekend and have been putting some miles in on the stationary trainer when I get a chance. Up until yesterday, I have been riding a 25 mile loop while keeping my speed and cadence up. Well yesterday, I decided I needed to get more miles in, plus I needed to get the fuck out of the house for a while, some alone time. 
I ended up just riding, choose a road and kept going. I ended up totally lost. About 20 miles in, I'm looking around and thinking "where the fuck am I?". Thankfully, my bike computer is GPS based and can give me general directionality back to my starting point, because I'm also to stubborn to turn around. I eventually find my way back to an area I know and keep heading toward home. But I digress.
At the 36 mile mark, my legs are starting to really burn and stiffen up on me. I stop to get off the bike and try to stretch them out for about ten minutes. It's not working to well. Fuck it, I'm not far from home now, about five miles, no problem. I have to tell you, it was the hardest five miles I've ever ridden. The pain in my legs is getting worse, I keep standing up, trying to stretch out the legs. It's just not fucking working. I'm cursing myself as a pussy, telling myself to suck it up and pedal harder. I make it home, get off the bike and hobble into the house, straight for the aspirin. I then preceded to curl up on the floor in agony. My legs felt like they were going to explode, the muscles super taut.
I suffer from dehabilitating migraines. I have sat through five hours of tattoo work with little more than being a bit uncomfortable. I have a four inch scar on my wrist where I put my fist through a window and cut myself to the bone. And I've ridden 50 plus mile routes before with no issues, but this was something totally new to me. It was off the chart pain. I dropped into a really hot bath, which seemed to help, a lot. But not before a half hour's worth of the worst pain in my life.
All self-inflicted.
At the 36 mile mark, my legs are starting to really burn and stiffen up on me. I stop to get off the bike and try to stretch them out for about ten minutes. It's not working to well. Fuck it, I'm not far from home now, about five miles, no problem. I have to tell you, it was the hardest five miles I've ever ridden. The pain in my legs is getting worse, I keep standing up, trying to stretch out the legs. It's just not fucking working. I'm cursing myself as a pussy, telling myself to suck it up and pedal harder. I make it home, get off the bike and hobble into the house, straight for the aspirin. I then preceded to curl up on the floor in agony. My legs felt like they were going to explode, the muscles super taut.
I suffer from dehabilitating migraines. I have sat through five hours of tattoo work with little more than being a bit uncomfortable. I have a four inch scar on my wrist where I put my fist through a window and cut myself to the bone. And I've ridden 50 plus mile routes before with no issues, but this was something totally new to me. It was off the chart pain. I dropped into a really hot bath, which seemed to help, a lot. But not before a half hour's worth of the worst pain in my life.
All self-inflicted.
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