TMI Tuesday: January 8, 2019

He’s Under Here

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Believe Me

 

New Year. New Hopes. And another new TMI Tuesday. Cheers!

Fill in the blanks.

1. I want to repeat then pete again .
2. I want to lose this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha that keeps whispering wisdom in my ear.
3. I want to gain insight into why this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha keeps whispering wisdom in my ear.
4. I want to enjoy the moment.
5. I want to savor the moment after.
6. I need more moments.

Bonus: I will succeed in understanding what this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha is telling me.

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When Journals End

December 31

 

Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journals I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job.

 

Here I am on the cusp of my marriage.  Up until now the real events of the Halloween “concert” alluded me. Now not just marriage but with a bonus child coming seven months later. Sure I had only seriously dated the woman for eight months before this. Four months before I decided to commit and stopped fucking the other two women in my life.  But she fooled me. She stopped taking her birth control pills without telling me two months before.

 

She said she did not have the money. But she made a good living.  Since we had for all intents and purposes living together these past few months I might question her expenses. Other than keeping her tiny studio apartment I estimated them to be minimal.

 

But I am a fool in love.

 

Her big blue eyes and bigger soft as a bunny tits, thin waist, and curvy behind had won me. Really it was her simple southern ways and homeyness that she displayed that made me forgo the pleasures of my more experienced, adventurous, and sometimes tandem two toned lover’s beds. The prospect of monogamy and “settling down” seemed more likely with Toni.  The years since Rene I had much sowing and reaping of wild grains on my part; but I was pining for the fiords of a deep, meaningful, and possible everlasting  love.

 

The  romantic in me will out every time.

 

So as I go through things that I may not want to drag forward into this new relationship I found those journals from my past. Out of the pages of scribbles and typed pages on the boat anchor weight Underwood typewriter ensconced in my coach house it raised questions within me.  Why that journal? Why from that year?

 

The long forgotten events of a long forgotten Halloween night. Here is more baggage I need to remove before I start my new life with Toni.

 

What is most troubling is what was forgotten and now remembered with today’s clarity.  What happened that Halloween night has been revealed to me in High Definition that was not possible then. The events of the spring and summer of my shipping clerk days flooded back to me. It all seemed to make sense now. Those events are freshly etched in my soon to be family man psyche. I need to exorcise these memories and move on.

 

I will do it on the pages to follow along for myself and see if it is still clearly defined once written down.

 

First memory that flooded back was how that Halloween day started. The minute I got to the warehouse I was immediately sent over to work with Ellen Joy.

 

We started our day together as always. Three bong hits each. No more. No less. Today she was wearing her, what I can best describe as floppy hippie hat. It was perched atop her long flowing brown curls. This was no perm. This was hair she had been growing a long long time and it shimmered in the morning light.

 

Perhaps the dope made it shimmer more. I knew creeper weed and this was creeping up slow and steady.

 

Soon I was being ridden by this full figured woman who was chanting,  “Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.” Her floppy hippie hat above open blouse with a black silk scarf slung low around her waist were all in motion. She was perspiring platinum. Breast’s lost their fleshy bounce once fully out of her blouse to become still beacons in the morning light. She glowed. Oh, how she glowed.   I marveled at how my cock disappeared into that full curly bush . I was pushing up on my feet, lifting her on my pelvis and arching my back high off her sloshing slapping water bed.

 

As I pushed repeatedly into that thick black bush. I began to feel I was being swallowed up in a deep lush forest. Except what was once warm wet and wonderful, was becoming wiggly, wormy, and dank. I could swear the black curly hairs, once soft and inviting, were becoming constrictive and stifling. I could not breath and my cock felt coaxed by thick black tentacles and powerful suction.

 

The hairy black tentacles grasped and entwined me and Ellen’s crotch opened wider and wider as if it were a gaping maw. It pulled me up into her gaping box by my balls. Her unholy twat pulled my balls within her as if to swallow them up like Rocky Mountain oysters. Her usually hot wet cunt was cold as icy death itself.

 

Her voice husky and breathy repeating over and over , “Flesh of my flesh. Bone of my bone ….”

 

It was then that the metamorphosis of Ellen Joy transpired. She became the youthful and bouncy boobed Jo Jo. The same Jo Jo I knew only in passing and who was to accompany Tami with me to the concert tonight. But why am I fucking Jo Jo now. Tami was to be my date tonight I thought incoherently. As I was mesmerized by sweat shimmering bouncing brown tipped tawny boobs it was….

 

Fade to black for me.

Doors Closed and Doors Opened

Rene:

Our first Christmas together. I wanted everything perfect. Parents gone for a tropical Christmas cruise. But not before we all put up the family Christmas tree in our front room. I’m home from University on winter break so we spent the last night before their departure trimming the tree with all my favorite ornaments and bubble lights.

It’s Christmas Eve and he is coming over. Haven’t seen him since Thanksgiving.

Every week we are apart I ached. I fretted too. He has a new career. He is making money. No longer the broke student I met at the roller rink last summer. I was eighteen, fresh outta high school in skimpy shorts and even skimpier halter top. Skating tall on my high white lace up roller skates. I wasn’t sure if it was the skating rinks cranked up air conditioning, or how cool he looked in his tight black T-shirt and jeans, but my nipples were hard pressed against the halters thin fabric when I accidentally on purpose rolled into him on the floor. He was not a great skater and we nearly went down there in the middle of the rink, rather than later that night when I went down on him in his parked car.

The rest of that summer was a blur, and off I went to University. So instead of experiencing all the strange new boys at school, I lay aching, touching, dreaming, and fingering myself to the tune of my man back home.

His new job kept him busy with all those ambitious power suited downtown advertising women. Between his schedule and the dorm housing situation of my first year away at school we were only able to share a few furious weekend fucks in the college town’s cheap roadside motel.

But for the next four days we have my family home. Familiar, expansive, clean, and all ours. I plan to fuck him in every bed in the place. From my Daddy’s little princess canopy bed to the King Size luxury mattress that my parents sexlessly slumber upon. We are going to give every surface in this house whatfore this Yuletide season.

But first I plan on fucking him under this tree. I have the Santa hat, the peppermint striped thigh high stockings. The come fuck me high heels and I am wrapped in a festive snuggly silky red robe over nothing but my freshly showered and scented self.

The doorbell rings and I let him in.  To begin this night his “I am getting laid” grin floats up from between my sopping thighs.  The grin raises to tend to my very erect and screaming for attention nipples. They are bursting from his cavalier Cheshire Cat nibble and lick. Then his grin is under me as the enormous knob on the end of his cock splits me wide while I ride him in full view my family’s hearth hung stockings. The grin goes as he comes.

Debbie:

It’s been a year of his bullshit. I left a good job in the hope of removing the impediment of being co-workers stopping this “relationship” from moving forward.

Ha!

Relationship?

Him showing up in the wee hours of the morning, reeking of booze, and me taking him into my bed, with stops on the floor, and the couch, and the kitchen table for him to fuck me in whatever twisted way his devious delicious mind thought up at the saloon while drinking with….clients.

Like hell.

Re-lay-shun-ship in-deed.

So here I am on yet another Christmas night after spending it with my mom, and sisters, and sisters boy friends, and sisters husbands, and enduring their questions, and what ifs, and what abouts, and how about so and so. Or I have the nicest guy at work…. Blah. Blah Blah.

“Oh, thanks all. But tonight I have a man coming over who is going to fuck me blue. I will be screaming his name during streaming, reaming, rippling orgasm after orgasm.  By 9 pm tonight this not so nice guy will be licking me clean and starting over again.”

Why?

Because he can.

Because I let him.

Because…

He knocks. Before you can say Merry Christmas I am on my knees before him. My mouth accommodating that large luscious knob his dick works valiantly to uphold and know it will be mine again and again. Where I want it.  How long I want it. Deep into me. Deep into this Christmas Fuckfest of a Night.

I’ll confront him in the morning.

Moving On:

There I was kneeling between Toni’s legs. Her ass was perched nicely on the top of my thighs giving me a panoramic view of her splayed moist offering. My hands cradled her rump. Guided it where I wanted her cunt to go. She purred below. My balls nuzzled her puffy and slippery pussy fronds. Spreading her ever so poignantly with precision ball sack placement.  Lifting her ass in my hands brought my cock to perch pleasingly on the hairy chestnut patch which crowned her prominent mound. Her scent wafted to my nose enticing me.

A moment of indecision arose.

I did not know if I wanted to admire her, eat her, or fuck her. Her sumptuous spread confronted me quizzically as her buns resided in the palms of my hands. Her tummy was soft and alabaster, Her great breasts with barely defined and irregularly shaped large pink patch areolas lay proudly displayed while creeping up towards her chin. The result of gravity from the slope created by her butt’s position now raised in my hands over my kneeling thighs. Big light brown curled hair was spread all over the mattress framing her soft blue eyed features.

She had spent the Christmas party shimmying these hips, rubbing those tits, batting those big pretty blue eyes at everybody she thought would help advance her career goals for me. To raise our soon to be community property value.  At the same time she was marking her territory for every female coworker who had, or she perceived ever had, or entertained the thought of having me. Only through extreme feminine poise and cunning did she keep herself from falling completely out of that little black party dress through the night. Now that I had relieved her of that and her little black holiday brassiere and lacy color coordinated panties, I could see she had powdered herself profusely and made allowances for the generous cleavage she had displayed for all my male and female coworkers at the company Christmas party. Face, neck, shoulders and tits were made up for the festivities. The shocking red lipstick was outstanding on professionally blushed cheeks and the perfect application of foundation. Brows and lids were highlighted to set off her azure eyes.

Decision made, I moved her calves onto my shoulders and bowed in reverence for the feast I was about to partake of.

I wonder if she will taste different now that I know she is with child?

Oh What Child Is This

Oleo Holiday

He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior, the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.

 

Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman. She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance. She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show off her boyfriend to her new coworkers. Well maybe he was not exactly her boyfriend. But certainly her date for the evening and long term, well, lover for sure.

 

He had spent the last five years focused on his career since the break up with his high school “sweetie”.  His old sweetheart was a tall small breasted icy woman, so he had been wallowing in the variety nature had to offer, vigorously dating all personality and body types. Rejected frequently. Accepted enough to be satisfied with the sampling. Of late he had focused in on three delicious women. All three different. But with two things in common. All three had great tits. Yes, he had a fixation.

 

They were Coco, Toni, and Nancy. Tonight he was taking Coco to her company holiday party. Coco was the woman he had been “seeing” the longest.  Although he had met Toni only a month after the demise of his childhood romance, he had not started dating her regularly until just a few months ago. Nancy had become a Friday night after work regular, who also knew Coco from the days when they all worked at the same organization. Nancy was a single mom and Friday nights were her nights to herself. Often his nights to have her as well.

 

Toni was still in full take me to dinner, a show, then you can fuck me transactional relationship motif.  Saturday nights were with her. But neither he nor Toni was ready to do the next morning wake up together routine. That was fine with him. That freed up late Saturday, early Sundays for Coco. He liked fucking three women one after the other on a given weekend. But lately he missed the simpler more conventional committed relationship. So he knew a decision and two disappointed amours where on the agenda early next year.

 

Even though he always called first, Coco did not like that he would come over to her apartment late at night with only one thing in mind. Two things really. Her tits. Coco knew he only fucked her the first time because of her tits. They were a headliner in any venue. But he kept coming back for more. She hoped more would develop and had even changed employers in the hopes that distance would facilitate a real relationship. But lately she could tell he had come from being with another woman, and still she would let him in because she knew what she would get. She knew she would get it again in the morning too. She knew he would wake up in her bed and he would be hers all day long. Those were the best days. Coco wondered from time to time if it was Nancy he was coming from. Coco knew her. Coco knew he still saw Nancy. Nancy and her had fucked him together once. Only once. Nancy and Coco had been a couple but Nancy never slept with Coco again after that. She missed her. Coca had been with her enough to believe she knew her scent and this was a different flavor.

 

But tonight he would be all hers Coco thought as she put the final touches on her new party dress . It was flowing off her frame just right for a night of dancing. The plunging neckline showed off her best assets perfectly. Good thing he had bought her that expensive snuggly coat to keep her warm on the taxi ride to the party. Coco did a final adjustment on her garter belt and stockings. She knew that secret knowledge of her undergarments would have him hard as a rock all night long. Men and their ways Coco thought.

 

He knew Coco was the best lover on his weekend wanderings. Maybe the best lay he had in his life. She was inventive, unpredictable, full of surprises. Oh those tits. Big, round, firm, yet supple and soft. He could watch them bounce as she rode him from above or as she was sprawled beneath him on her back and all places in between. He could not take his eyes off them. Maybe long enough to look into Coco’s eyes when she came. Her facial contortions and glassy eyes were his inspiration to make her tits bounce again until she came in a magnificent show of twitching moaning ecstasy. He could make her cum a lot. She made him cum in quarts. So why did he know she would not be his final choice?  He knew because something intangible was lacking between. Something he did not find in Coco.

 

The doorbell rang. Coco opened the door and in he strode. She form fitted her supple body against his. He  leaned in and kissed her long and hard and said, “Taxi is waiting outside. Ready?” Coco kept her breasts pressed against him just long enough to make her excuses for a few final touches. An unrefusable proposition. He knew that worst case scenario the taxi driver would scoot with the extra cash he tossed his way to get him to wait and a new cab would have to be hailed. But that last full tit press was worth it. Coco was worth it. He knew he would chicken out tonight, fuck Coco for the last time, and break the news to her after the holidays. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but he could not resist Coco’s allure.  He hoped he could resist her allure after the news was broken. She made everything hard.

 

The party was as festive and boisterous as Christmas office parties could be. Oh how Coco danced. He loved dancing with Coco from her shimmy shaking to her melting into him on a slow dance. He also enjoyed watching her dance with others. Coco was a willing dance partner to both men and women. He would catch glimpses of her stocking tops, or her low cut dress being lower and more cutting during her gyrations. He loved how her olive skin collected a dewy sheen when she perspired.  When she sat down beside him for a break before hitting the floor again he lifted a small drop from her cheek with his finger and savored her taste.

 

Then he caught a whispered catty comment from one of Coco’s office cohorts. “Coco is gunna get some Hardrock tonight just where she likes it.” He didn’t care for the nickname he had been given by some of the women he had dillyed more than he had dallied with in his more diverse post break up dating days. But he had earned it. He knew he had earned it numerous times with the catty whisperer. Tonight he planned to embrace that nickname until Coco was fully spent and satisfied.

 

On the cab ride home that cartoon song found it’s way back into his noggin, so he sang it for Coco.  “Oleo lady o lady io….” making her laugh all the way home. She had wanted to take him in her mouth to get him and herself warmed up.  She loved his cock, but she had blown him in a cab before so a repeat performance would have just been gilding this lily of an evening. He had never sang a whole silly song to her without a care of the apparent annoyance to the cab driver. In the end cabbie was happy because Hardrock was a big tipsey tipper.

 

Even after slowly undressing Coco those dang cartoon lyrics were still running through his head. She spread herself out on her over-sized bed and he knelt between her thighs. From his vantage point her tits were mountains on the horizon.  He reached out for them while giving her some serious side to side head. Because of her short stature and his long arms he was able to firmly grab her two glorious tits with his tongue teasing her inner thighs. He heard in his head “Donner and Blitzen away away” and he started to think those were fine names for her boobs. He could not help himself and he started humming the song while his tongue slithered in her slippery twat. She purred, “I know that song” and he felt her pussy pucker around his tongue while she laughed out loud.

 

She watched his head lift out of her snatch as he rose between her legs. The bed was the perfect height for him to stand and enter her while she was on her back. Coco put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs back to her chest and then spread her legs wide. She knew he liked an unobstructed view of her tits when he banged her in this fashion.

 

He knew the time was right for a full piston press while using his fingers to push that now erect button her parted dark pink curtain had revealed for him. He circled the sleds around her sweet spot and went in for a deep impale. As he stroked in and out he heard “Santa is busy with his magic sack. He trusts his reindeer and never looks back.”

 

“Back! That’s the ticket.” he felt the inspiration rise in him.

 

He flipped her over to all fours, reached under and cradled Donner and Blitzen while teasing a reentry ever so slightly into her from behind. Her little ass waggled and he teased again ever so gently with the tip. He cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples until she pleaded  “Harder Hardrock. Harder.” She knew she had slipped calling him by his office nickname. But tonight he was living up to it. He was thrusting away full hilt and that was when Coco did what she always did. Fell forward breasts flattened to the mattress and little rump raised up to receive. He never told her this always disappointed him. He lost access to caressing her wonderful breasts, not to mention full immersion into her.

 

She never told him that the full penetration he made when she was on all fours was uncomfortable and occasionally painful which is why she would fall forward and flatten out.  She would endure his mad dog humping fury as long as she could in that pose. She knew he really liked it that way. She could feel him grow stiffer and longer when she was mounted so.  She also knew he would never even try that position again if he thought it brought her pain. He was too gentle that way sometimes.

 

He was on his knees behind her admiring how her flattened breasts spilled out on the sides under each well toned arm, but the refrain “Oleo Lady” was going through his head.  He got out of bed and said, “I have to get something from the kitchen.”

 

Coco rose up on one arm and watched his broad shoulders and no ass walk out the bedroom door in the dim light. “Now what?” she thought to herself. She looked around her bedroom congratulating herself on the mirror placement. Nothing gaudy, but when she rode her lovers reverse cowgirl the view of herself in the large dresser mirror took her breath away. With luck she will do that show tonight. If not, when they rise in the morning. The view of her breasts as she rode her men and women lovers pleased her and just the thought made her wetter than ever.

 

When he came back he was singing that Christmas cartoon song. ”Oleo lady ol lady I O”  and he pushed her on her back and straddled her stomach. He had a tub of margarine?

 

“You didn’t have any Oleo. Who does these days. Who even remembers what Oleo was?” With that he scooped out a full measure and courteously started rubbing it between his palms for warmth before rubbing the slippery viscous oil on her breasts.

 

Oh the old buttered breast tit fuck coming up. Men do like to fuck my tits she secretly smiled to herself. She had successfully guessed Act I. .Act II would be something Hardrock had saved up. Even after years of coming in late at night and her bold offer of “do what you want with me” upon their first frolicking fuck there was one road not traveled.

 

Donner and Blitzen were a sight to behold as they enveloped his dick he mused. Her breasts so round and firm with large brown areolas. His fingers gently traced the transition between tit skin and aureole satin. He gently kneaded the nipple to attention. Her nipples were subtle, where her tits were not. He loved the feel of his balls getting all slick from the Oleo. “Oleo lady” danced in his head as he smeared more and more on his shaft and her breasts et al.

 

She loved watching his face as he tit fucked her. He was always a gentleman about it. He would come between her tits and on her neck, but never that silly jerking off in her face that these younger men seemed to have learned somewhere. Less experienced and gratifying lovers received quite a surprise when they tried to pull that stunt on her. However Hardrock would be granted that pleasure if he so desired tonight.  But he apparently had other plans. He slid his slippery balls down her belly now and was turning her over. Oh well. This is not the first set of sheets she has ruined with him. Coco quivered with anticipation.

 

“Alright. I give. So your Hardrock. I’m Coco. But who is Joe?’  she asked looking up while on her side.

 

“It’s Joe Booty baby “ he said with glee and continued to turned her over.

 

“But..” she began

 

“Exactly” he cut in as he gleefully started smearing generous portions of the Oleo substitute on her butt cheeks and gently teasing her tiny little anus to prep it for her close-up.

 

“Sing along now Coco my sweet” said he.

 

Coco had been fucked in the ass before. Rather in-artfully she might add.  She was having a moment of serious trepidation, but then the silliness of the situation, him singing like a fool as well as her trust in him as a tender lover caused her to give in with a nervous laugh.

 

“Santa is busy with his magic bag…” they sang in unison

 

Between the laughter and the singing Coco first became aware of the head of his cock pushing ever so slightly into her tailgate. His big now red bulbous Christmas ornament was working ever so gently in and out.  Bit by bit. Slowly splitting. Then releasing. A little more. A little less. Just a bit of pressure. It was almost pleasant and she was relaxing.

 

Finally after he sang out loudly “I’m Hardrock!”

 

She followed “I’m Coco”

 

So it was when they hit in unison the lower notes of, “I’m Joe,” his cock slipped in deep and solid all up her bumm making her laugh, squeal, and cumm instantaneously from the sheer intensity of the sensations.

 

He could not believe how tight she was. Her ass felt like a vise grip condom as it rolled all the way up his prick to his balls as he delved into her over and over. When he burst his Christmas cheer in her ass she felt the warm glow wash over her being and up her spine like a fiery river.

 

He had never felt such intensity in a woman’s orgasm in his life as he drained everything he had into her quivering quaking flesh.

 

So it was years later, deep in a loveless marriage he would dolefully beat off into Toni’s bowl of decorative scented soap in their bathroom to visions of being in Coco’s bumm dancing through his head.

 

Ho. Ho. Ho.

 

As a kid in Chicago the lyrics to an archaic stop motion classic would run through my head every holiday season. But the refrain “Oleo Lady” always brought to mind the butter substitute, margarine, once referred to commonly as Oleo. As an adult male this reference to Oleo lady took on a new meaning one very special holiday evening~ P.S.

 

TMI Tuesday: November 20, 2018

TMI Tuesday blog

Spill! It’s time for another TMI Tuesday.

1. Who in your life do you wish you’d met sooner?
2. Who in your life do you wish you’d never met? Why?
3. What personality trait or description that others attribute to you do you hate?
4. If you have children, do you want them to be just like you?
5. What have you given up but yet used to love?

Bonus: Why do people say “heads up” when you should duck?

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Annie

“What was the name of your home town?” I gasped trying to divert and delay.

Annie was looking at me with her startling blue eyes which peered out from under her ratted blacker than black hair. Cut short with a single curl for a side burn on either side of her rouged cheeks, she seemed to me to be the last of the mods from Great Britain. No doubt she once screamed for John, Paul, George, and Ringo in her day. Now it was the late nineteen seventies and she smiled at me and said, “I’m from Kaddiff,” in that accent that always made my nineteen year old cock stiffer than it usually was. She was the poshest women I had ever met. Or at least that is how I felt as she was giving me a handjob in the warehouse office where we both worked. The way her tits had the ski slope swoop from the braless seventies fashion and came to a point of reserved British ecstasy while pulling apart the unbuttoned flimsy fabric of the polo shirt had me smitten and bitten. The view was bringing me off fast. Just like the kitten liked it when working my dick with her mittens. I would last a little longer when she mounted me after business hours. These were the best work breaks ever.

But if Donna, the other “woman of a certain age” I was intimate with at my fun house warehouse job found out all hell would break loose. With that I broke loose and with perfect as ever timing Annie’s mouth covered my cocks top and slurped up every last drop. Only strands of my cum saw the light of day as she threw her head back and swallowed my load with her incredible sense of bravado.

“Well done my boy.” Annie said as she took out her compact to inspect her lipstick and face for any telltale signs of my seed.

I opened the office door and nearly walked right over Tami. Tami was at best five feet tall. She was my age, had long brown hair which fell past her shoulders in a frizzy perm that nature had given her. She was lucky it was the seventies because that was the style. Other decades might be more problematic, but for me her hazel eyes, extreme tan, and tiny butt captured what desire was left within me after Annie’s vigorous stroking. That was of course when I was not negotiating a pot and fucking deal with Donna, or finding stories to tell Rene, my long term amour, about why I had to cancel a date. Donna she would understand about because one thing Rene liked almost as much as me was pot. Maybe more than me. But good dope at a cut rate was something Rene would accept. Even if I came home smelling of middle aged pussy to get it. Rene was a pragmatist.

Tami was not. When she went into Annie’s office after me I wondered if she would get some Kaddiff as well. Annie used her management role as well if not better than any man did in those days of disco. This was the land before sexual harassment was recognized as a crime. So we were all fucking like bunnies in the workplace. As I recall it was mostly consensual.. Not being in a role of power I was not a predator and if Annie was a predator, I was willing and eager prey. That woman fucked me blue while II worked there and I am forever grateful.

TMI Tuesday: August 7, 2018 — TMI Tuesday blog

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