I Gave Him A Blow Job

Me and my husband have been together for over 4 years now. In our entire relationship I have only given him head about 10 times total. Last night we were in the room fooling around and I grabbed his shaft from out of his boxer and placed it in my mouth. This shocked both him and me. I began to lick his penis as if it were a popsickle on a summer day. The moans that he released only made me want to swallow more.


TO BE CONTINUED...

Random Mambo Jambo

Woah. So I am really bad at this blog thing. My days are so busy I forget I have people, three I think, who follow me and need something to read. I wish I was able to say that something remotely interesting has been going on in my life but honestly, NOTHING. Nothing at all. As I sit here and write this entry I am wrecking my brain trying to find something worth blogging about. I can't think of a thing. My sex life has been non existent for the last week and a half because I'm currently away from home. The boys are with me. My husband had the house to himself. Well him and the cat anyway. I am currently in NY and I must say, the last few days have been the WORST. I'm talking about the heat. I do not like anything over 70 degrees. Even when it rained it was hot. So it's definitely safe to say I stayed indoors this weekend. Well thats all she wrote for now. Its pretty late and I have to get up early. I will definitely write manana. Love yall. Nite.

Raising an Orphan

Hey everyone. So as you know I've been MIA for awhile now so I'm here to let you know whats been happening. First off, Jason let that stupid bitch(the cats) back in my house. He said his conscience was bothering him. Whatever. I clipped her nails. Next time she gets put out, I'm taking her around the corner. She's been acting funny since she's been back. Won't allow anyone to touch her tummy. Extra affectionate towards Jason. She has put on weight too. If she's pregnant she has to go. No if, ands, or buts about it. So anyway, when we kicked her out, I called a friend of mines who said she had a kitten for me. She said the kitten was about 2 weeks old. I told her I wanted him and we scheduled to meet on Wednesday. Now when she said the kitten was about 2 weeks old I seriously doubted that. No one in their right minds would take a kitten this young away from its mother. Boy was I wrong. When Wednesday got here and I saw the kitten he was so tiny. Like the size of my son's handheld Leapster 2. I couldn't believe it. She told me he wasn't eating food yet. I suggested that she take him back to his mother for awhile longer but was informed that she would now reject him. Me and Jason went to the store to get him a bottle and some formula. So for the last week I have been raising a kitten. From bottle feeding to helping it go pee pee.

Two nights ago I started him on solid foods. He even took his first poop alone in the litter last night. The once fragile little kitten now runs around the house chasing my children, and feeds and uses the bathroom all by himself. When I got him he couldn't do any of this.

The only problem we have is the bitch doesn't like him. Sometimes she does and other times she attacks him really bad. Hence why she stays on her leash.

Well I just wanted to catch you guys up. Hopefully I'll be back soon with something a little more interesting next time. Thanks for reading.

Coldhearted and Soul less.

Today I was called coldhearted and told I had no soul. And for some reason those words didnt sting. I've been called a lot worse. What caught me off guard was the person saying these words to me. These words came from the mouth of my husband; the father of my two children. He looked me square in the eye and said these words to me, and I choked as I tried to hold back the laughter. But let me back up a bit.

It all started when my son wanted a cat. He begged and begged and finally we submitted. Why not? My son is very responsible and he's a great kid. At first we tried looking into rescueing one instead of purchasing one, why not save a life right. But after weeks of not being able to find one we ended up purchasing one. The cat was 12 weeks, a tad too old for my likings but my husband and son wanted her. My husband, who we'll call Jason, had never had a pet before so he took a special liking to this cat. We purchased her then went to pet smart and spent over $300 on food, litter, toys, beds, and grooming products for her. While at pet smart she was sweet, a precious little angel. Then we got home.

Her first night she started tearing things up. She had a very big, very expensive scratching post and yet she chose to scratch my furniture. The following week she began to get aggressive towards me. I jokingly told Jason it was because me and her were the only females in the house and she's also trying to get his attention. She started hissing at me and would scratch at my ankles and feet if I would walk too closely to where she was. I would firmly say no or get a squirt bottle to her. After some time this didn't work anymore so I bought a kitty leash and would tie her to it whenever she got aggressive. Not too long, just long enough for both of us to calm down.

Another week goes by and she seems to be getting worse. One day the baby was laying on the floor playing with his toys and she scratched him. It was a nasty scratch too. He bled quite a bit. My poor baby was traumatized. He didnt want to play or eat, let alone get near the cat. I told Jason it was time for that bitch to go ((thats exactly what I said)). He somehow talked me into letting her stay, but I let him know she had one more time and then she's out of here.

So yesterday (April 12, 2010), my boys are on the floor playing cars and the cats tail stands straight up and she looks as if she's going to attack, but then she runs off so I pay it no mind. Then I hear my son crying. He walks to me holding his hand out bawling. I see scratches on his hand. My other son runs in and tells me the cat scratched the baby. I saw red. I honestly wanted blood. I'm glad she ran behind the entertainment center because if I could have gotten her at that moment she'd be dead. I told Jason right then and there that she had to go. As soon as we catch her she's out of here. He agreed. So I started calling shelters to see where she could go but by this time everywhere was closed. I even called a few friends but they all knew of this cats behavior and they didn't want to bother with it. Regardless, she had to go. It started to get later and I grew tired so I had Jason move the entertainment center so we can catch her. I then proceeded to put her on her leash and take her outside. Now don't comment saying how I shouldn't have done that. I tried to make this work but my childs safety comes first.

When I sat her in the backyard she started playing. At this point I don't think she knew what was going on. I looked at my husband and asked him if he were ok, this had been his first and only pet; he told me yes and agreed that her scratching the baby is a No No. We went back in the house and continued with our nightly ritual. Bathing and feeding the boys, eating dinner, etc.

Once the boys were in bed we were laying together, I sensed something was wrong. He told me that he didnt feel right about putting her out anymore. How he knows what she did is wrong but how small she looks outside. So I suggested that we go outside, 11 something at night, and check on her. Maybe even bring her some food. We walked around the house and couldnt find her, he gave up and wanted to go back in but I suggested one more go round, and thats when we saw her. She came running to us meowing. Ironically enough when he tried to grab her she ran, but she allowed me to take her. I handed her to him. She started meowing and purring and putting on a show, just like she did at the shop. So he asks me if she can come in. I say no, because now she has been outdoors doing i dont know what. We sit on the steps and check her for fleas and ticks ((when we set her out we removed colars and everything)) then somehow Jason ends up getting her back in the house. So now we're arguing. He now has a filthy cat in my home. He's trying to plead to me that we need to find her a home. Now I already found a new kitten, 4wks old to replace her. So he starts argueing what if the new kitty scratches the baby. My thing is, I suggested and offered to cut this cats nails and he refused to let me because this is his cat. The new cat is mines and will have the nails trimmed.  My patience was wearing thin so I told him either she's gone by Wednesday or I am.

And now we are where I began. He looked me square in the eye and said I was soul less and coldhearted. Because I don't seem to care what happens to his cat. Or because I don't seem to care how attached he is and the fact that this is his first pet doesn't bother me. Like I said previously, I fought hard to hold back my laughter. Was he serious? Then he turns and tells me to put the cat back out. Uhm, No. I didn't bring her back in.

Needless to say, the cat is outside somewhere. I honestly won't lose any sleep because of it, and I still cant believe he called me coldhearted. I should have asked him if I'm all of these things then why is he with me. Anyways, just wanted to sort of vent and get this out. I feel much better now.

My 1st Night With Me

I stood in the doorway as my children and husband pulled off. They were heading for a fun filled day with eachother. Boys only, which meant i had the day to myself. I came back inside and sat on the bed staring at my wall. I was sexually frustrated. Me and my husband had tried to have sex earlier this morning but we had two very active children running around. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirrow, slowly undressing myself with my eyes. "I'm hott" i thought to myself as I unraveled my robe and watched it hit the floor.

I walked to the bathroom an turned the shower on. As the water ran i stared at myself again until the mirror was too foggy for me to see, then hopped in the shower. As the water ran down my naked body I imagined it being my husbands hand all over me. The thought of this made me wetter. I began to caress my large breast, occassionally tasting my erected nipples. With my free hand I began to slowly massage the clitoris. My body became hot. My knees weakened. The tingling sensation was all over me. My body started to tremble as my fingers entered and exited me over and over again. My knees got weak and then.....I came.

I sat down and let the water wash over me as I caught my breathe and thought about what just happened. I hadnt masturbated since I was a horny teenager. It felt so good though. I can see myself doing it again. Maybe even add some toys to the mix. And that was my 1st night with me.