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2012-03-05. General.
The Move
Shortly after the pie, I was contacted by the boss. "We"re moving you to the Gulfcoast for a new project." I had worked in the area shortly following Katrina, and made good friends there, so this was a good move for me. The plus to this was it wasactually a shorter drive for the two of us, when we chose to see each other. The first couple weeks were not fun, but made it thru. I found an apartment really close to the job, rented furniture, got cable, and invited her to come for the weekend. She had never spent any time in the region, and so when she arrived we decided to take a drive. The water was only a block from the apartment, with a 4 lane highway running east and west. We drove for an hour or so and decided to stop for a cocktail. We made our way back to a place I knew of nearby, went inside and immediately to the back bar. This place was and is amazing. They have the greatest queso dip I have ever had. The bartender did however look at me strange when I requested jalepenos on the side. We had a couple drinks and decided to return to the apartment. This is way before the five minute rule, which will be explained in a later version. I suggested a walk, we changed clothes and headed down to the beach. We walked the edge of surf till dusk, then back home. I aksed her if she would like a dip in the pool, she had forgotten her suit. I said no worries, you can borrow a t shirt. She agreed and we were off to the hot tub. It was a very large shirt, and it went to her kness. We were the only people there for like 30 seconds. She was sitting on my lap, with nothing on but that t shirt, and 2 ***** come blasting into the tub with us. So I'm there with 2 ***** and now, a grandmother and mother, (of the 2 *****) and my t shirt only wearing chere. Thank God for bubbles!! I'd have a hard time explaining a hardon to a 6 year old. We finished our drinks, excused ourselves, and headed inside. Her infatuation with her cowboy"s sofa began................................ 0 Commentaires. 185 Vues. 
2012-03-01. General. Bent not Broken Let me say, Thanks to the many friends that have sent messages regarding my recent hiatus. After temper cools, its easy to reflect. I am afflicted, I fear with a warriors temperment. I let the recent events get the better of my temper and for that my friends I apologize. Chat, and the friends I have made there are important to me. I look forward to seeing you all soon. Bobby 2 Commentaires. 276 Vues. 
2012-02-26. General. Part 4 The Pie She had been to my place a few times now. A dear friend had recently passed away, and I was looking forward to a Saturday together to ease the pain of my loss. Upon her arrival she informed me she was going to bake a pie, my favorite, apple. I excused myself to go to the corner market to get chicken to cook for dinner. She took her seat on the balcony where I had already lit the new grill to burn it off. I left her in good hands with Darius. Called her from the store to ask what salad dressing she preferred, "They have french, thousand island, ranch..." She asked if they had any balsamic vinegrette, "Damn I;m spending time with a city girl." I'll try anything once, so I gathered my groceries and purchased a bottle of Chardonnay to surprise her. Not being a wine drinker I don't remember the brand but it had a kangaroo on the bottle, and it made her happy. When I arrived at the house, she had put the pie fixings together and had it in the oven. The kitchen smelled fantastic. It was still early. I put the chicken into some marinade and went to take a shower. She was reading a Kinsey Milhone novel she liked. Having fired the grill earlier it wasn't a problem getting it going again. A favorite local radio station was playing and I went back inside to get a beer and asked if she wanted a glass of wine. While the food was cooking we talked, laughed and enjoyed each other. When dinner was ready we moved back inside as the evening had grown cool.We ate at the bar between the kitchen and diningroom. I would really like to fast forward to the bedroom here but. The Pie. That sumbitch was just about the most amazing thing I had ever tasted. She had even brought vanilla icecream. The bedroom. She had told me earlier this wasn't the best time of the month. We held each other close till sleep took us. At some point in the night I looked over and she was sleeping on her back which she rarely does. I needed to feel her, taste her nipples. So, gently I lifted the fabric that seperated them from my lips. Suprisingly, she didn't awaken right away. Although this wasn't our first time, I had never wanted her more than I did at this moment at 5am I had to be on site in an hour or so but that din't matter. At this point she opened her eyes....... 1 Commentaires. 217 Vues.
2012-02-24. General. Reasons I go into the chatroom as a release from the daily grind of my job. Stress in my line of work is a normal routine. I don't need it here. Recently I have been fielding whispers from close friends trying to make amends regarding a situation that to my mind has been resolved. While I do appreciate the concern, I'm a grown man and have reached my limit. Therefore, it's time for me to take a break from chat. I would really hate to blow up and get banned, 4 Commentaires. 247 Vues.
2012-02-22. General. Third Times Charm The real world took our attention for a spell. I had moved out of the hotel and into a house in a small historic town north of Baton Rouge, and the commute to and from the work site required some adjusting. She had family staying with her for a week or more. I needed to purchase me a bed and some other domestic items before I’d have her come visit. The house was spacious and had a balcony I knew she would love.
The day finally arrived when our schedules matched up. She spent the morning at her grandmother’s a few miles away and I planned to make a spaghetti meal for us. Living out in the country can make shopping a chore, but I had everything I needed once she drove into the driveway. Met her at the door at the top of the steps, and we just grinned. I took the overnight bag from her shoulder, kissed her soft lips, and moved back to allow room for her to pass in front of me and go inside. She said she loved the space. That there was little furniture was the best part and that the sauce smelled amazing. I do make a good sauce, if I say so myself. Crossing through the kitchen and dining area, she made a shot out the balcony screen door. I checked on the food, opened a fresh bottle of beer from the fridge, poured a drink for her, and too went outside. I found her standing at the railing, eyes closed, taking in the evening. The view was not spectacular. The landscaping was uninspired, the house next door needed a paint job...it was perfect. I brought out my laptop so we could listen to some music. I have a fondness for a particular singer I wanted to introduce to her, but like many things, found we already had Darius Rucker in common.
We ate our dinner at the kitchen counter. Returned outside until the weather turned chilly. Sang along to songs we knew the words to. When it was time for sleep, she changed into the blue shift she had told me was her nightly attire. The bed was warm and comfortable.
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2012-02-20. General. Three Days Later After going our separate ways from our evening at Niches, she invited me for a swim at her place that upcoming weekend. She was scheduled to volunteer at an event during the day and I had to work, so we agreed to meet after our commitments were met. She warned me that traffic might be a bit of a mess, but I made it to my destination unscathed. Her face brightened into that smile I love when she saw the truck that held a familiar man in a cowboy hat drive up. As we were going to swim, she was wearing sandals and a black cotton dress covering what I assumed was her bathing suit. There was a parking lot behind the building which required an entry code and so she hopped into the cab, gave me a quick kiss, and we made our way back. Once parked, we went upstairs so I could change and grab a couple of drinks: bourbon neat for her, and a bottle of cold beer for me. She had purchased my brand. The sexual tension was pretty thick and I could tell she was a bit antsy. With a nervous voice, she suggested we go downstairs and sit by the pool. I had not changed into my suit yet, but agreed. The night was cool and the sun was setting. A party was taking place in the pool house, young folks were quietly swimming enjoying the warm weather. We sat in separate lounge chairs, but sideways so we could lean into each other. Unlike the patio at Niches, we were not alone, but it felt like it. I had noticed on the first night that to hide the fact that she blushes, she would try and hide behind a slight curtain of hair. But, I pushed that aside and kissed her deeply. She placed her hand on my thigh and pulled back. Her eyes were liquid. We decided to go back upstairs, and although her long dark hair was already down, Charlie Rich was right when he said “cause when we got behind closed doors…she made me glad that I am a man.”
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2012-02-17. General. When We Met Almost a year ago, I met the woman that makes my world go round. We actually met in the chat room here on this site. Our first date was in a cozy small resturant in Baton Rouge. We had decided to meet, even though we were both skeptical about blind dates. The place was "NIches". I had been there before. They had an all you can eat crawfish meal, and a small bar. I was thinking this was the perfect place to meet, as we both enjoyed traditional local fare. I arrived first, knowing only what she would be wearing. She only knew that I would be wearing a cowboy hat. Thankfully nobody else had one on. I saw her walk in, our eyes met, I kissed her as i had said i would as soon as i saw her and said hello. They had a great patio, and fortunately we were the only ones out there. She ordered a gin and tonic, i had a beer. My beer wasnt as cold as it should have been and her gin wasnt what she wanted. The waiter was patient, he brought me a cold beer, and her a bourbon. That she likes bourbon is a plus. I'm a big fan of Jim Beam. We talked about small matters like family, friends, jobs, etc. I was hopelessly in lust. She has long dark hair, a great body, a fantastic personality. I was thinking, this cannot be real.There is noway this woman can be interested in me. After about three hours of conversation and laughter, we decided we weren't hungry, and we decided to leave. Somehow, we were parked right beside each other. We spent another hour in the parking lot kissing and pressed against each other. At the time I was staying in a hotel nearby and I thought of inviting her to join me. She declined. I was impressed. I knew then, this was not a one night thing. The story continues..... 3 Commentaires. 219 Vues.
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Thank you for the flowers!.................................................xoxo Em
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