Friend appreciation: Scott Brewster

Scott and I have known each other for probably around 10-11 years or so.  In that time, we have mostly been mere acquaintances, however in the last few years, we have become real tight buddies.  I LOVE Scott! 

Yesterday, when I was busy at work, he was sending me inappropriate texts and gchats.  Now, I never mind this and usually will respond to his each and every post.  However, I was as busy as a beaver yesterday when he was sending them. 

I should stop here and mention that at this point in time at my job, I was having to be stealthy about doing personal business and responding to a text is particularly hard to be stealthy about.  I also happened to be working in 'all caps' as I often do.

So, when he reprimanded me for not immediately responding to his last text, I replied "I AM BUSY!"

Last night, I received this email:

Subject:  Attitude

i humbly apologize if i, in my exuberance and longing to communicate, interrupted your busy day. i do not feel, however, that i deserved the rough side of your tongue. or, in this case, the stinging edge of your keyboard. i understand that, in your kingdom, i am little more than a serf. be that as it may, in my own domain, i am master. upon your next visit to my court, i feel it is my obligation, NAY!! my DUTY!! to put you in your place. and, madame queen, your place is bent over the side of my kingly bed. face down, begging my cock for mercy, and ruing the day you dared raise your all-caps button at me.

until our sweet reunion,


your humble servant,


JSB
 
 
 

Girls! Girls! Girls! (gone wild)

Well Thursday night rolled around again and I ventured out to do my normal thing; Girls, Girls, Girls night at Speakeasy.  Every Thursday night from 9:00- 12:00 ladies drink free.  No, not free like you can only have a certain liquor, FREE as long as it's a well drink.  There's also a DJ, Mark AD, so the piddly $5 cover is well worth it.

This past Thursday was exceptional, really.  Unlike times past, we had a large group of wild crazy girls attending along with 3 cute little boy toys.  The hot Asian girl gang were 5 strong and did not disappoint.  Also along for the ride were the big titty crew, token gay boy, token straight boy, and in the closet boy.  Here are a few well behaved pics:

                          

This must have been early.  REAL early because it did not take long with a dozen or more scandalous bitches getting their free drink on.  At some point in time early on, and seemingly simultaneously, everyone just started bumping and grinding and lap dancing and rubbing and touching and motor boating and making out.  Ok, so maybe just maybe the 'making out' was a tiny bit of an exaggeration, but let's say extremely friendly mouth kisses with tongue.  Spin it however you want, but at least three of our clan made out with more than 3 people and if that doesn't constitute a face orgy I don't know what will.  At least, that is how I saw it.  Perhaps to be sure, one would have to consult with a more sober candidate.  Of course, that is, if you can find one but I digress.

Once this debauchery started, it was hard to keep up with who, what, when and where.  All I know is that at some point, there were chicks falling down left and right from all the booze spilled on the concrete floor.  The first one was some crazy drunk brunette lady that we didn't know that Mandy had procured.  She busted her ass hard while dancing.  The second was one of our Asians who had gotten a lap dance from an enthusiastic Curly.  Once down, the Asian was on her back, legs up close to her head and being fiercely pounded while unknown bar patrons pointed and laughed.  The third was yours truly.  I was being given a lap dance by, once again, Curly who leaned back on the chair I was sitting on just right and flipped it backward and dumped me onto the floor.  I still have a sore spot from my ass landing hard onto the floor. 

I suppose we were the stars of the show that night, because ours was the biggest group in there and there weren't many people falling down and being all lesbiany.  It seemed like at some point the other patrons (the ones we hadn't pulled in) were along the perimeter and were just enjoying the show.  Token gay overheard one guy say, "What's with all the lesbians up in here?"  I, myself, witness people taking our pictures from afar and one lady even boldly took a video of all of us. 

I could go on, there were secret meetings, propositions, gaydar fail, sexuality questioned, and more but its just more of the same.  Needless to say, it was all in good fun and a great time was had by all.  I can't wait for next Thursday!

You can put anything in a salad.

So here I am. Urged by my dear friend to start a blog, here I go.

I like to write about stuff, I just don't normally do it for other people to see. I think it is because I put too much pressure on myself for it to be entertaining, or clever, or humorous, or grammatically correct. My idea of a blog was well crafted, time consuming, lengthy and spectacular. In the past, I have used writing as a kind of therapy and most often would write about my troubles so I have a tendency to want to write about serious business. So, I have often thought of a blog to be a place for releasing emotion, which is very private. Now I realize that it doesn't have to be any of those things.

I have also used writing as a way to both preserve sexual experiences and add to them, making a kind of sex story based loosely on the true experiences I have had. Weaving fantasies into a real life experience and making it more fantastical. Don't get excited, I probably will NEVER publish those. But I might, from time to time, remark about sex and love since these two things occupy my mind frequently.

I might bitch about my work, talk about music, fashion, nightlife, family, or my beloved Beefcake.

I am Olive and this is my salad.