Wish me luck,
as they say.
Tonia is here.
25mg of Viagra,
made in India,
shipped from Barbados.
(I pay an office in Winnipeg)
is in my stomach.
If you feel
that this is
too
much
information,
keep in mind that I often,
really often,
try to convey
philosophy
and contraception.
But sex sells,
and truth is stranger than fiction,
so,
maybe,
if I get your attention,
you might read my next diary
on philosophy
or contraception.
Alright.
Tonia and I spent a little time
in the bedroom.
Only big thing to report
is really great,
I mean,
really great
head,
as Tonia
insists I write.
She claims that the phrase,
"oral sex"
sounds so boring.
Anyway,
as I was talking with Tonia,
in the bed,
and in the front room
in front of the computer,
watching Janet Jackson bondage videos,
as we were talking,
I cried a few times,
talking about the big picture,
long term love and passion and friendship.
My Pam was my best friend,
for thirty years,
and she died
in March of 2008,
and I cry alot
when I think about
these things.
Break.
Tonia told me that she has had some men
who wanted her sex,
but did not want their friends
to meet Tonia.
(Tonia is 5' 5" and weighs about 400 pounds and is black.)
I told Tonia,
as I started crying,
that I don't have a circle of friends
to show her to,
or not.
I told her
that I want her,
I truly want her,
as a friend.
Who is my friend?
A few here at Daily Kos
express some friendship with me,
such as Miep, ArthurPoet, True Blue Majority,
but who is my friend
in person,
in my bed?
And, at my computer screen,
looking over my shoulder?
I have another lover,
Bev,
who has been my lover,
once or twice a week,
for more than two years.
Bev lives next door.
However,
Bev is not such a great friend
at my computer screen,
looking over my shoulder.
I have invited Bev,
more than once,
to sit beside me
at my computer,
and,
after a few minutes,
she runs away.
Bev was invited to meet Tonia,
but she stayed away,
did not come over,
even though
I am
right next door.
Break.
If you have read this far,
I thank you,
and I ask you to visualize
my roommate Bob,
who just stepped out into the cold,
Twenty nine degrees,
with my furry little dog,
Rowdy Joe.
And now he is back.
And Tonia
was sitting just behind me,
and now talking with Bob
about wind power,
using the Kansas wind
to cool our homes in summer,
and heat our homes in this cold weather.
I have a little heartburn
from turkey,
that Bob baked,
and mashed red taters,
that Bob cooked,
with turkey fat as gravy.
Turkey fat heartburn.
Tonia is reading
over my shoulder now,
and that's what I want.
Now I will click publish,
and I will show Tonia
the reaction
you give me.
So,
make it good!
Update:
Tonia does two things well.
She wiggled and snuggled and twisted and
simply moved her nude body against my
nude body,
in such a way
that she made it clear,
she was in the mood
to get in the mood,
and get me in the mood,
as much as she could.
Number two,
as mentioned above,
she sucks on my thing,
and then,
she sucks on down,
aall the way,
then she works her tongue,
every which way,
and then,
she keeps on
doing it,
and she acts like she wants to suck me
all
night
long,
I mean all night.
After a while,
as good as it is,
and it is indeed very good,
I am forced,
by my overly teased thing,
to get her off it,
and let me fuck her pussy,
to find relief,
from the endless teasing
that she tries to do
all night.
I will call her again soon.