Sex Talk: Up Who's Skirt? ©

There is some explicit sex in this post so for those of you who don’t go there you can skip this post and maybe hit one of the other cool reads on my sidebar while I be my slutty self.

Have a nice weekend

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I was walking around the living room watering the plants when I noticed her standing outside on the sidewalk.
Every Friday I water my plants and as I watered the spider plants I saw her standing out there looking for something.

I had never seen her before until that moment and she couldn’t be living around here because I would have noticed her for sure if she had.
As I watched through the window I could tell she was looking at the house next door, probably at the for rent sign.
The place next door always seems to have a vacancy every month and I wouldn’t mind having her for a next-door neighbor.

I stood there for a bit taking in her legs, tight ass and big tits before regaining my senses, turning away from the window and finishing off my watering then put the jugs away.
As I walked toward the living room once more the doorbell went off so I just kept on going straight for the door instead on the comfort of my couch.

I opened the door and there stood the hot chick with the tits that I saw from the window earlier.
“Hello, my name is Inia Skirt”.
“Hi, I wish I was in yours too”.
“That was funny but I don’t think you would fit”.
“I was being serious”.
“So was I”.

She smiled while she looked me in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity before she stepped in and up to me where she reached up then kissed me.
I was set back for a moment but my hands remembered what to do on their own and pulled her closer to me.
There wasn’t a vacuum in her hands so she couldn’t have been a Kirby saleswoman unless it was outside on the porch but if she was, it would have been a sale.
Maybe a new Jehovah Witness tactic for recruits.
Oh man was I fucked.

I pressed my lips firmly against hers and we stood there hearts racing while our hands explored each other until we both knew where all our weapons were hidden.
Parting for a second, my hand pushed the door closed then we gravitated into the living room like dancers on a cloud still wrapped into a mess of arms mauling one another until we found ourselves falling onto the couch, her buried deep into the cushions our lips still clamped together while spinning a web of lust all around us.

I crawled up her body as she parted her legs to make my way easier as my lips mashed against hers.
With my left fists grabbing hold of the hair behind her head I pushed my tongue between her lips and we spent the next ten minutes swimming back and forth from between each other’s lips.
I then made their way down her tender neck where my tongue found a spot for me to sink my teeth into her neck.
The scent of her perfume engulfed my mind along with my other lustful thoughts as I sucked on her soft flesh.
Her nails dug into my scalp as I pulled on her soft skin with my lips.
My right hand was slowly moving up Inia’s skirt feeling their way over her soft but firm thigh.
Her right knee was pressing up against my hard cock and was rubbing the bulge through my jeans with it.

My mouth moved down from her neck and kissed her shoulder as I went lower and found a hard nipple trying to push its way through her bra and blouse towards my hungry lips.
Gently I took it between my teeth and could feel her tense up as I added more and more pressure until a moan escaped her throat.
My right hand moved under her panties and caressed her ass as I chewed her nipple through her bra.

Moving farther under her panties my fingers found her moist pussy and I slipped my fingers past her guard then felt her warmth spill into the palm of my hand.
Her moans echoed off the walls while the scent of her desire filled the room, her hips pushing harder against my probing fingers.

Slipping the dress and bra straps from her shoulders she pushed her clothes down exposing her ripe nipples and allowing me to freely feed on with my hungry lips.
Moving my hand from between her legs I reached up and let her lick herself on my fingers then grabbed hold of her tits then wrapped my lips around her hard nipple.

Her arms were wrapped around my head mashing my face into her left breast. As she arched her back pushing herself against my hard cock.
She then pulled my head to the right one and begged me to bite her hard.
How could I say no to an offer like that?

I went from one nipple to the other as her lips whispered “Harder” into my ear, to which I complied wholeheartedly.
Inia’s legs twisted around my body searching for a way to hook them onto me as we melded into one form on the couch.

I don’t know how long we were locked up in that position before I looked up and saw a fire burning in her eyes.
Reaching up I grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled each other together once more to take her lips into mine as her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to her.
Like hungry beasts we went at each other for an eternity before we finally broke free of each other.

I stared in her eyes with a growing hunger, as my lips tasted her pussy from her lips and tongue. Looking down between her tits, I then made my way down her body to have a fresh dose of what I took from her lips.
When I reached down I pulled her up close me then my hands pushed her legs a part revealing lace panties with a small fragile strip of fabric guarding the door of her pleasure and my delights.

Bending down I kissed the inside of her thigh then ran my tongue along the inside of her leg and was rewarded with another moan.
I spotted a wet trail running from her pussy down under her leg and quickly caught it with the tip of my tongue before it disappeared then slowly followed it’s trail up to its source.

Pushing her legs farther apart with my palms I buried my face between her legs to wrestle the small strip of fabric with my tongue.
As I chewed on the now soaked strip of floss her legs broke free of my hands and wrapped themselves around my neck.
At the same time Inia grabbing me by the hair with both hands and pulled my face down then started grinding it against her bucking crotch.
My hands went beneath her lifting her up and held her there as she fucked my face with her dripping pussy.
Her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed then came but instead of relaxing she kept on grinding me against her pussy as gorge on her until two more times she shuddered and completely soaking my face.

I stood up to catch my breath and she grabbed at my jeans opening the belt buckle then the pants before I stopped her and said no.
Helping her up I led her upstairs to my bedroom where I told her to take her cloths off and get on her knees.

With her clothes tossed into the corner she got down on her knees then took my cock in her hand and started gently stroking it.
When she had it nice and hard she grabbed the base tightly then took the head of my cock and sucked on it firmly before releasing it from her lips then ran her tongue along my shaft and again wrapping her moist lips around the head when she reached the tip once more.
It was obvious she knew what she was doing or she had read one hell of a book because she had me wanting more of her mouth.
I looked down and could see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth then a put my hand on the top of her head and slowly moved my hips back and forth keeping with her own rhythm

I could feel her nails digging into my thighs as she eagerly sucked me to almost the brink of filling her mouth when I stopped just in time then told her to get on the bed where I began eating her cunt out with a renewed hunger, one I had never felt before.
The room filled the smell of our lust and her piercing yells as she came time and time again until I had had my fill of her juicy pussy then pulled her down to me where I pushed myself into her with one hard thrust.
I held it there for about fifteen seconds grinding it into her as her nails clawed at my back and then I started fucking her.
Slowly at first but then picked up the pace and found a rhythm than had both of us lost into a world without reason or rules, pounding into each other.
Both our bodies shot out only to crash together time and time again until the dam finally broke and a stream of my cum ran down the side of her leg.

I rolled off of her and onto my back and next to her luscious body.
As I lay there she massaged my cum into her thigh like a hot lotion and milked what she could from my still hard cock and rubbed my balls with it before she bent down and sucked each one.
She smiled at me and said she wanted more then bent over and started sucking my cock once more.

Her lips took me in and out of her mouth with a mechanical perfection until she had my semi hard cock slowly coming back to life.
All I could think about at that moment was that I may not see fifty-one at this rate but I wasn’t stopping that’s for sure.
Damn I forgot to ask how old she was.
The kids are going to kill me if she’s 24 too.

Inia was making a feast of my cock as her hands massaged the front of my body and then without warning and in one swift movement she moved up me to lower herself on my throbbing cock impaling herself on top of me.
There she started rocking back and forth with her back arch and her hands on the bed for support.
She rode me as I pushed up to meet each of her thrusts.
I don’t know why my phone wasn’t ringing because she was loud enough to wake the dead.

When she had enough of riding my cock she crawled up my body only stopping long enough to kiss and bite my lips before positioning her pussy over my face then lowered herself sat on it with my mouth pressed against her lips.
Grabbing the headboard with both hands she started fucking my mouth while my fingers dug into her ass.
I was drowning in her cum as she pushed herself down on me making me wish I had a snorkel but there was so much happening down there it might have gotten lost in a butt or a nostril.

Exhausted she rolled off of my and I rolled on top of her as I now needed to fuck her bad and fill her up once more.
With her legs up and over my shoulders I jammed myself in her repeatedly as hard as I could as she called out loud for more while her claws gouged slivers from the headboard.

My head begun to spin out of control as I felt a surge erupt from my cock then I collapsed on top of her where I lay for a long time before I slipped next to her.
She lay next to me plying with my hair then bent over and whispered something into my ear and I opened my eyes and looked her straight in the eyes absorbing what she asked for then using what I had left in me and fresh energy she had just given me I moved up on her as she pulled her knees back raising herself off of the mattress waiting her me to enter her.

I slowly guided myself between her legs then with a firm push I made my way inside her She gasped at my presence then dug her nails into my back and teeth into my shoulder……….

I woke up as the sun was down and the stars peeking in through the window.
Staring at the ceiling I was thinking of the wild dream I had.
Good pot.
I reached over for the bunched up comforter next to me and crawled under it only to find found a body there.
Her naked back to me.

My nose picked up the lingering scent of stale sex as I let my eyes travel down to her nice round ass.
I reached out with my right hand and rested in on her right thigh and felt her soft skin.
Everything slowly started coming back to me as she began to stir and role towards me.
Her head tilted over first followed by her more than ample tits.
She smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Inia, Inia Skirt”.
"Yes, yes you are", then pulled her to me.

“So Dad how was your weekend while I was gone”?
“I watered the plants, made dinner”.
“ I see and what’s this”?




“Leftovers”.

Have a nice weekend.

Walker

Easter Again ?! ©

Fuck; Monday wait no; it’s Tuesday.
I never thought I would be happy to see a Monday so it must be Tuesday.
Hold on a sec, I’m checking to see if there are anymore fucken holidays in the near fucken future.
I don’t know about you people but I am sick of fucken holidays.
Some of you might think I’m nuts but in today’s society holidays are becoming a plague.
Personally I think it’s a conspiracy by the government to keep us occupied so we can’t see what the bastards are up too.

Sunday was Easter for me and as usual there were lots of people over to feast and have a good time but we all celebrated Easter last week to because the whole family is not Orthodox so we respect their holiday as well.

This is one of the downfalls of all of our cultures mixing up.
In the west you have people of different cultures, nationalities and religions marrying and as the generations pass more and more is piled up until you wake up one day and you are celebrating Christmas on December 25th and January 7th, Chanukah, New Year, Islamic New Year, Chinese New Year, Ramadan, Yom Kippur, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Greek Halloween or apokries, Easter, Orthodox Easter, national holidays, International holidays, birthdays……….and Greeks celebrate a day for each of the Apostils
When does it all fucken end?

Thursday, D2 asked me what we were doing Friday.
I told her she was going to school and she said but it was Good Friday and school should be closed for her because she was Orthodox and the other Christians had last Friday off.
Uh huh but you took that day off and a week before she was shocked to find out in school that Orthodox people were Christians.
I have no idea what the fuck her mother was teaching her over the last 17 years but yeah, we are Christians by faith and NO you don’t get Friday off.
Monday either.

Celebrating multiple holidays is insane.
Two Sundays ago I was eating lamb and blue eggs.
This Sunday I was eating red eggs and lamb.
My mother called today and asked if I was coming over for lunch?
What fucken lunch, I’m still waiting for the bloody blue eggs to pass.

This year we were supposed to be eight but somehow ended up being thirteen.
Oh I didn’t tell you how it started.
I was woken up at my favorite time, 8:30 am.
It wad my mother telling me that my aunt was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and I was to get down there immediately and find out what was going on because she was busy preparing.

Ok That’s fine so I get up and dress quickly and take off for the hospital.
Getting to the hospital wasn’t a problem, finding a parking spot on the other hand…….
Where the fuck do all these cars come from?
I mean, the hospital is full of sick people they can’t have cars there but there were thousands of them.
As luck would have it someone was pulling out and I slipped in.
I get out of the car and walk up to the meter and reach into my pocket for some change but all I had was three quarters.
So I put one in and it gave me two minutes.
Two minutes.
Two whole fucken minutes
I drop in the second and it said 3.45 minutes, I blew fifteen seconds swearing.
I drop in the third and it said 3.32 minutes.
WTF?!
It ripped me off for a quarter.
I stood there swearing for another forty-five seconds before deciding to go inside to find a change machine.

I walk into the hospital and there are vending machines along the wall and in between a candy bar machine and a bottle water machine there was a wall mounted change machine so I went up to it and tried to stuff a ten-dollar bill through its jaws but it wouldn’t take it.
It kept spitting it back out at me.
Great, it was probably out of change so I made my way towards the information booth but there wasn’t anyone there.
I guess they don’t need them on a Sunday morning.

Taking the escalators up to the next level following my nose to a coffee shop where I asked for some change but was told that I had to buy something first.
Fine, a small fucken coffee.
Say what?
$3.50 for a small coffee?!
Do I get a date with Juan Valdez’s daughter with that or at least to ride the donkey?
She said for another seventy-five cents I could get a large which was a better deal.
Better deal?
I need change for the fucken meter.
I hate coffee.
Why would I want less change by giving you another three quarters?

I take the coffee and my change and start walking back out towards the car and I could see someone standing there and abouts of where I was parked.
No No this can’t be happening I thought.

Oh come on man I was inside getting change for the meter.
What do you mean there is nothing you can do because you already wrote out the ticket?
I was getting fucken change.
You are sorry?
Ah fuck you then.
I started to leave and he stopped me.
No I am not putting fucken money in the meter dickhead, you already gave me the fucken ticket and by the way I am taking that to city hall in the morning and having the mother-fucker ripped up.
This, this is not rude buddy; you should see me when Telus calls.

I walked across the parking lot and back into the hospital.
Inside I looked up at the map at the kiosk and found out how to get to emergency.
The smart thing would have been to walk out of the hospital and walk to Emergency that way but I’m not that smart in the morning.

I followed the yellow line to the red line and there through a maze of cubicles separated by sheets and then through a door and into the waiting room in Emergency.
As I waiting in line to ask for the where abouts of my aunt I look around and see her sitting there.

WTF, I hope she wasn’t still waiting.
I walk over and ask what was up and she said she was waiting to be picked up.
Seems she had a pinched nerve not a heart attack.
OH yeah, I needed a pinch a nerve about then too.

I leave the hospital and go back to the car and retrieve the forty-dollar ticket I am NOT paying for then drive back towards home VIA the grocery store for some seafood sauce for the shrimp my mother wanted.
I get home and was stripping on y way to bed and I landed next to the cat as t he phone rang.
I looked at the clock and it was 10:30 am.

On the phone was my ex SIL asking if I saw or heard from her sister.
No, I don’t keep tabs on my EX and I hope she gets a fucken phone soon.
Twenty minutes later I hung up and curled back into my blankets when the doorbell started rattling off of the wall.
.
Back up I got and dressed again to go down and kill who ever was at the door.
I could here D2 giggling in her room because of my swearing.
Little did I know she had a reason to giggle because I opened the door and D1 walked passed me without so much as a good fucken morning and strait to the kitchen where she opened a cupboard and took out plate then to the pantry where she carved out a slice of chocolate black forest cake.
Hmmmmmmm, the night before I scored a 24-piece cake and brought it home and D2 must have found it in the morning and Imd D1 to tell Miss Sweet Tooth of the potential callorama.

Leaving D1 to hack out a chuck of cake like a tyrannosaurus rex carves out a chunk of ass off a mammoth I went back up stairs to try and get some sleep but the fucken doorbell rang again.
Back downstairs I open up to the ex who it seems was invited for Easter dinner by D1.
Not only is she having Easter dinner with us she decided to show up three hours early.
What can you do but let her in and go get fucken dressed for Easter.
Three hours later we all went next door and sat down but before we start eating its a tradition that we smack eggs together so we each grabbed and eggs and went at it.
Three SIL’s mother and BF were there and they had never seen it before and my 4 year old niece who is a professional by now was showing her grandmother how its done by smashing her grandma’s egg when she wasn’t looking.
Mine lasted a while before it was smashed by D2 but lost the other end to me.
My brother was telling them about the wooden egg I used one year.
Took me a whole month to get it to look like a fucken egg.

The rest of the day was a typical Walker holiday.
Lots of arguing and food until all the old people passed out along with the youngins and I drove the EX home with enough food for a week then came back to be alone once more.
Peace and quiet, at least until they all wake up tomorrow.

Have a nice day

Walker

Sex Ed ©

This new parent thing has brought up some new and interesting complications lately that I have had to deal with first hand.
What with the parent teacher meetings and the trip, oh yeah, the trip.

D2 went on a trip with her school and the first one ever.
Three days out of town and leaving poor dad all alone for three whole days to lie around the house.
On the couch.
The other couch
The large comfy chair
In bed
Out of bed

Good thing I made sure I wasn’t alone.
I’d look fucken stupid running around the house naked chasing the cat.
I got to get curtains………

Do they make 3D blinds yet so I can get one with the rabbit fucking that chicken on the reverse side?
I think we should be entertaining people who walk by like we used to before curtains.
You can rent Blind Space for companies to rent, like Coke and Pepsi.
Why not?
Can you imagine if the Olympics were in town and a lot of people walked by your place you could close you blinds and advertise for Viagra, the pill of the champions.

She left on Friday night and was due back Sunday at midnight, which meant Walker was going to be a very VERY bad boy.
Sunday rolled by and Inia had to go home.
I told you about Inia right?
Inia Skirt.
I know I’m still weirded out by the name to but I am also happy it wasn’t Oopa Ures.

I am sitting there and the phone rings around ten and she says she is back early.
Cool, but why?
She said they got on an express and they got back two hours earlier.
So I get in the car and race off the five blocks to the bus station to pick up D2

I get there and there is a crowd of parents around with their kids swarming bus officials.
I’m thinking, great, now what.
Seems that the kids got on the express but their luggage was taking the scenic ride back on the bus they were supposed to be on in the first place.
There is a story.

Seems that one of the chaperones was the mother of two of the girls that went to this thingy and when they stopped in Toronto she took her little spoiled princess’ on a sixty minute shopping spree on a ten minute transit stop so they were all put off the bus and onto another bus when the others eventually returned.
But what that meant, was their gear was stowed on the other bus and had to now wait for said bus to pull in to get their stuff.

The teacher in charge was the French teacher and she was running around the bus station like a deranged Betty White high on Bennies.
When she spotted me she came charging in my direction and I swear, I was ready to make a run for it when I saw the look in her eyes.
Man, I have never seen a sex starved crazy beast with a wild look like that in her eyes before and this was for freaking luggage.
I should keep I pile of Samsonite next to the bed to spice up the atmosphere.

She told me about the missing luggage and I told her no biggie I would go home and I would pick up the suitcase later.
Well kick m e in the balls and drag me all over the fucking parking lot if I didn’t commit the ultimate sin.
30 women stopped talking and we staring dead t me.

What; its only fucken luggage?

NO IT’S NOT!!!!!!

It’s our makeup, hair dryer, curling irons, our 4 dresses, 3 dresses, 6 pairs of shoes and the list went on.
This is from the mother who went on that shopping spree with her two daughters and got them tossed off the first bus.

How many fucken suitcases did you have lady?
Say what?
Five?
FIVE?
It was a three-day fucken trip why did you need five fucken suitcases?
You wanted your daughters to look good.
They look good from here, I don’t see why they need 5 suitcases.

If you don’t get those pack I’m sure your going to loose five six hundred bucks for them.
What?
Four thousand what?
Are you out of your fucken noodle?
Did someone fuck you up the ass sideways or something before you packed?
Say what?
Two thousand dollars for make up ?!
It was a three-day fucken trip; you didn’t have to take Revlon along with you.
FUCK, look at them.
Throw a bikini on each then push them out on the sidewalk and you don’t have to worry about them finding a husband.
They’d fucken resurrect the bloody dead the way they look now.
Two thousand in makeup for a camping trip, unfucken believable.

“Dad”?
“What”.
“You know my friends already think you’re nuts”.
“Oh yeah, well tell them to look at the mother over there with the orange hair and the black spandex pants”.
“Is that a big sunflower on each boob”?
“ I think its frogs with rainbow shirts”.

D2 and her friends decided to stay and wait for the luggage so I went home to watch some TV and go back at midnight like I was supposed to.
At midnight I go back and the bus has arrived without their luggage.
So now the small terminal is churning with frantic students and parents.

D2 walked over to me, she’s a little like me, she says that they didn’t know where our luggage was.
I asked her what she wanted to do and she said, “Let go get a drink”.
“Besides it was your suitcase and your hairdryer”.
Smartass.

As we walked back from the tuck shop Ms High on caffeine came whirling at us and the next thing I know I was elected to talk to the supervisor that turned out to be this short stalky black woman who had a look that could kill a raging bull dead in its tracks on her face after having to put up with these crazy people.

“So, about our luggage”.
“I don’t know where it is”.
“Good enough for me”.

See, me, I don’t give a fuck.
Suitcase was twenty bucks and the dryer another twenty.
Two hundred for the rest maybe.

“D2, did you have a good time”?
“Yeah”.
“Good enough for me, goodnight people”.

3 am I got a phone call informing me the suitcase arrived.
It was Ms Caffeine

If that’s not enough, I have to deal with girls who are beginning to go out on dates.
Hmmmm

D1 has been going out a lot lately and the other day I got a frantic call from my mother.
She said something was up.
I asked what gave her that idea and she said that D1s bedroom was meticulously clean.
So clean in fact my father stumble and almost fainted when he saw it.

Later that night she called my parents and said she was bringing a friend over and after works she showed up next door with an Asian guy she has known from college.

See I don’t have problems with this but my parents, they are kinda old fashion.
My father said, she came home with a skinny Chinese guy.
My mother said he looked clean.

I guess since neither said he had an axe in his hand was a good thing.

But as a father I have to be careful to so the next day I decided to have the sex talk with D1.
I mean after all, I haven’t seen these kids in year and I don’t really know what they know.
I mean they don’t watch TV and when we rent movie and there is a sex scene they have their shirts over their heads.
I told them to stop that because all they were really doing was flashing their father and Frick their boobs and Frick is to old for this.

I also need to warn them about what came happen and tell them about what some guys try and pull.
Let’s face it, my kids are like those Quaker kids from that movie ummmmmmmmmYEAH!!!!!!!!! Children of the Corn
And suddenly they are thrust into the world of Greeks.
It’s traumatic and confusing so I have to protect the general public.

So I find D1 in D2s room at my place and I ask her about her Asian friend boy.
It’s what we say around d here.
They go out with friend boys friend girls.
I go out with hookers of course.
Oh did I tell you?
I am not allowed to date anyone that’s 24 any more.
WTF is up with that?
I have to stay within ten years up or down of my age.
Where are my parental rights here?
Pffffffft Kids.
So you forty and fifty years old better start acting your age or I might end up with a spry eighty year old.

She said she knew him from school and he had asked her out a number of times and he was fun.
I said that’s nice.
She said they were going to the movie that night.
I said cool.
She said she was invited to his place next weekend.
I said that sounds like fun.

“Now tell me what do you know about sex”?

D1’s eyes bulged out
D2 started laughing and telling her friends what was going on, on her MSN.
Oh yeah D2’s friends love me.

“They taught us in school about sex”.

“Really”.
“Hmmmm, things have sure changed since my time I guess”.
“They never taught about giving blowjobs in class when I was there”.

"WHAT”!!!!!!
“No, that’s not what they taught us in school”.

“Well then, I am in time because if you are going to have a friend boy you have to know how to give a proper blowjob”.
"Guys really like that you know"?
“I know this is suppose to be your mother’s job but she is not around and trying to get her life together but I might me able to give you a little insight into this”.
“Now there are different types of cocks, some are circumcised and some are not”.
“Now you might have to take the cock in your hand and pull the skin back”.
“You should check for pubic hairs to so you don’t get one caught in the back of your throat then start gagging and puking”
“Puking on a guy’s balls is a bad thing”.

“EWWWWWWWWWW”!

D2 was laughing as she got up and started to leave as D1 protested her departure.

“It’s ok, I gave her the talk last week after I saw her giving your mother dog a blowjob”.

“What’!!!!!!?
Yeah that’s another post, D2 laughed and ran off downstairs with D1 chasing off behind her.

The next day D2 came into the TV room while I was watching one of my favorite shows and sat down in her chair.

“It worked”.
“What worked”?
“D1, dumped her friend boy”.
“Ah”……….
"So is she going to the movies with you on Thursday again"?

"Yeah, thanks".

"No problem, what's a father for".

Parenting, got to love it

Have a nice day

Walker

Where... ©

How far would we go?
How far would we travel to be away from here?
How far could our minds reach?
How deep can our souls go?

Where can we find the end of time?
Is it far from here and how long will it take to get there?
How long, how long is far away?
How long is time?

I am a traveler of time passing through this space
Seeking only what’s far away, farther than I can reach
Something to reach for, but never have
To want like you never wanted before

To live life through the pain of living
To suffer the happiness of life
To kneel only to the past
To live and live like you never lived before

So how far must we travel to get away from this place?
How far can our hearts go?
What is the depth of our soul?
Where is the end of time?

How far is time?
Wherewherewhere
Where is the end?
And the sanity

Where is here?
Where?
Where is it all?
Where is it all going?

Where?
Maybe to the stars and above
To be lost here
And beyond

Where is the end?
How far is it?
How long will it take?
So I can continue to love life to the end, of time

Where…

Walker

Parent Vs Teachers ©

Complain, complain, complain
A guy can’t get fucked for eighty or ninety hours without someone whining that I haven’t been around.
Well fine, I’m cuming now so are you happy?
I know I am.

Ok, I guess you want to hear what happened at the parent teacher meeting now.
Nothing much really happened to be honest with you.
We walked into the school and the first part of the interviews was held in the cafeteria so D2 led the way there and as I walked in I spied this buxom beauty who took up more space on the table with her boobs than the paperwork in front her.

I looked and asked D2 who Busty Barb was and she looked at her feet then said it was her history teacher.
AH HA!!!!!!
I knew she was holding out on me.

I walked over to the teacher trying to recall what D2 had told me about her history teacher and how she hates the work "like".
What I needed to remember was to look at her eyes and not her tits.
That’s going to be easy, NOT.

We walked up to the table and when she saw us approaching she began to stand out of the chair I could hear the table creaking from the weight of her boobs being lifted off of it.
From the get go I was screwed.
I did it all right.
I looked into her eyes as she crooked her elbow and extended her hand to me.
I kept looking at her face as I reached out then poked her tit.
Well fuck, she only moved her hand a bit and her freakin boob was sticking out farther than her hand.
Why couldn’t she just stick her arm out there like everyone else but NOOOOOOOO she had to crook the arm and set the trap?

D2 didn’t miss it and I know the teacher didn’t and I quickly apologized but she said it was fine it happens all the time.
Uh huh, I bet it does.

We talked about how she was doing in class.
I knew she wasn’t doing well and her teacher confirmed it but she said she tries and participates in class, she just doesn’t seem like she was interested in history.
I told her that this was her first introduction to history, as she had never opted to take it before until now because it was a required credit.

We both went into the importance of history and before you know it we were reciting movies D2 could watch that might help her.
As we both got comfortable with each other I asked her about her dislike of the word “like”.
She looked at D2 and laughed.
She said she was tired of it being used every second word.
I told her about my distaste for the phrase, ”What ever”.
She said that was her second peeve.

The ten minutes came and went and we still were there bouncing history tit bits back and forth for another ten minute when D2 said we were going to be late for the next meeting.
This time I managed to shake her hand without tickling her nipple then D2 took me to the next table and introduced me to her English teacher.

He was nice guy who smiled a lot.
He had only nice things to say about my little con artist.
While we were talking she took out a paperback book she had in her back and passed it to him.
It was a copy of, “Of mice and men”.
I told her that was a good book and she said she borrowed it from the teacher because she didn’t have a copy.
I told her all she had to do was go to my bookcases and find it there.
I do have most of the classics.
That when her teacher asked me about what I have read.
I told him I read nothing in particular but had over 600 westerns and a lot of the classics with about another thousand books ranging from Stephen King, J. A. Michener, Clavell, fuck; even L. Ron Hubbard.

I told him I even seen the movies made of “Of Mice and Men” that led to a debate of which one was better.
D2 was sitting there watching as we compared the movies.
In the end we decided that he would be showing them in class for everyone to watch and we shall see which is better and I’m bringing the popcorn for the whole class.

He told me D2 was doing so well in his class he could guaranty she will be getting no less than a 80 if she only show up and recommended she go to college which shocked the fuck out of her.
She wasn’t planning on it but I guess she has one more thing to think about down the road.
I told the teacher I will see him in April and the popcorn was on me.
We shook hands then left the cafeteria and down the hall to the last two meetings in the library.

I asked D2 how I was doing and she rolled her eyes and said better than mom but not by much.
I said her history teacher was good looking.
“She’s married”, was her reply.
I just said she was good looking, no harm in that.
Fuck, even my kids know me.

We walked into the library and straight to her chemistry teacher.
She was a nice looking who dressed like she was in the 50’s.
Even the hair looked Mrs. Cleaverage without the cleavage I might add.
Nice lady who said D2 hadn’t blown up the lab yet.
I assured her she made up for it at home in the kitchen.
D2 just moved to that class so she didn’t have much for marks.
She was bored in her last class; not enough explosives it seems but this class promised at least some smoke.

She D2 says that she was the party of the class.
Judging by the teachers enthusiasm I am sure even wounded a fly would have been a riot compared to her putting them all to sleep.

You know the people I am talking about.
The ones that speak slow and drawn out.
The ones that could put a raging crowd to sleep.
The ones that are drunk and dancing naked on top of the table after one beer.
I thanked her for the talk and she said she wished she could have told me more but D2 hasn’t been in her class long enough for her to really know.

As we walked away I looked at D2 and she squinted her eyes back at me before she told me she was married too.
Damn, we could have just gone out for one beer.

The next teacher was her drama teacher but she was already with a parent so we took a seat and started reading some magazines.
I had just found an interesting article about the mating habits of a sperm whale, you know, people are terrified of sharks but personally, if I saw a sperm whale swimming at me with a twelve foot long hard on I’d freak out more and be scared of becoming a Souvlaki.

This piercing scream erupts from behind my head wiping out what little hearing I had left in my right ear.
I turned expecting to see some skinny ass teenybopper but instead there was a 40ish woman high on happy pills with arms and tits flapping all over the place screeching “D2 D2 D2”.
Holy fuck I though, “how long has she been failing high school”?

The woman blasted past me and was all over D2 then she introduced her to me as her French teacher.
The teacher had this magnificent smile on her face, which pre-warned you to what was coming next and that was this bubbly, boisterous personality that erupts like a volcano blowing it’s top off.
Everyone could hear her in the library, so much for silence.

Her and D2 were chattering back and forth like two teenagers with a hot tip on some gossip then she turned and told me they were going to the key club convention together.
Ah yes, WHOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
She saw my excitement and I said yes as soon as I get D2 on the bus the strippers are coming over.
Her teacher laughed and told D2 her dad was quite the kidder.
D2 looked her straight in the eyes and told her that I wasn’t kidding.
She looked back at me and I winked back at her teacher.

She reached out and took something I wear around my neck in her hand and asked me about it.
I explained to her what it meant and where I got it.
Then she asked me if that’s what I was and I told her no, I was Greek but D2 had her mother’s name.
Just then her drama teacher waved us over, D2 and I said bye to French teacher then made our escape to La La land.

I’m telling you this.
Teachers either love their jobs when they get into it or become insane after they start and look like they do.
The drama teacher was a cross between the French teacher and the history teacher that was fun to talk to.
We got into the technical conversations about the stage where she was before she went into teaching.
She said it was hard teaching a class with more boys than girls and the parts were so limited because there weren’t enough girls in the class.
More boys took her class because they figured it was an easy credit

Taking in that in for a second I then reminded her that during Shakespeare’s women were not allowed to act so they had to dress men in the parts of women.
Besides I told her, it would serve them right to taking her course thinking it was a cakewalk.
She sat there thinking for a bit and then said that I was right.
Woman used to do the support work and the next play will be an all male production with the girls working in the background.
D2 was laughing her ass off as she listened to what was going to be planned.

That was my longest meeting with a teacher and what should have taken a little over an hour turned into a 3 hours parent teacher meeting which I thoroughly enjoyed and I didn’t saw fuck the whole time.
I say fuck almost every third word.
I told her I could go without swearing.

As we walked down the hallway a bald guy walked towards us and extended a hand to me and introduced himself as the vice principal.
I looked at him and said, “Kojak would be fucken proud of the shine on your nut”.
Fuck, there goes that fuckless streak.

He told me that they have been trying to get D2 to sing for the school but she keeps refusing so I told him if he wanted I could come home and take pictures of her room to use for blackmail.
He said we would love them.
D2 gave me a dirty look.
We shook hands and walked out the front door and drove back home.

Her room has been clean since that day

I want to wish all of you who are celebrating Easter this weekend, a Happy Easter.



Mine is next week as I am Orthodox and we don't call it Easter anymore.
Now we call it cheap chocolate week thanks to you all having it one week earlier.

So lets get cracking.



Have a nice day

Walker

April Fool ©

I’m struggling to write a post but can’t find the time.
I’m fucken sore from helping the Ex move yesterday and in the middle of it all I end up in the middle of a bank robbery.
I had to go to the bank and as I opened the door some guy ran out in a hurry then as I walked in a teller threw her hands up telling me the bank was closed.
FUCK, I had things to do.
I should be lucky I didn’t get charged for being an accessory to the robbery for holding the door open for him.

Then, about two hours later I find myself sneaking around having a clandestine meeting in some remote parking lot with a woman I had never met before in my life where we exchanged packages before we disappeared once more never to see each other again.
If that wasn’t enough I had to go to my Ex.’s place and help the movers move her because one kid was at work and the other one in school and she was alone.
I wanted to help her save money by helping and in the end I still think she got screwed.
Cost her 350 to move a small apartment a mile away that took less than 2 hours.

I know some of you think I am nuts for helping her after what she has done to me in the past and I have all the reasons not to help but only one to help her.
She is one step away from being a bag lady and some dark alley to sleep in.
It’s all her own doing but I have a responsibility, not to her but to me and my kids do something.

We have become a disposable society with our paper cups, plastic forks and Styrofoam boxes.
We pile up our old TVs and computers on the street to be removed from our sight so that we could replace them with something new.
More garbage, but not everything that is tossed out can be replaced.
Over the years I have seen an increase of elderly being sent away to nursing homes even though they were capable to stay home with family.

The other night as I stood in a dark alley smoking a joint I watched an old woman carrying what must have been twenty bags hobbling down the street sifting through the garbage cans.
It was around 2 am and cold.
She looked like a whale with all the layers of tattered clothes wrapped around her body.

I was half done when she reached the alley where I stood and she began sifting through the crap looking for something she might be able to use or sell when she stopped and looked deep into the darkness in the direction where I stood.
I could see her face as the light from the street lamp shone down on her.
It was a face I knew from a long time ago, one that was brighter, happier in a life filled with the laughter of kids all around…

Later, I sat on my couch listening to a story about an 85-year-old woman who lives with her 54-year-old daughter.
Her daughter feels burdened with her mother but also obliged because it was her money that paid for their house.
The mother feels caged because she is not permitted to have any of the few friends she has left come see her.
For the last five years they haven’t spoken even though they live in the same house.
At 6am one goes to work and the other walks to a bus stop for a one hour trip to the same mall, to the same store she has gone to for the last 10 years since her husband died to buy what food she will cook to eat that day then goes back home to lock herself back up in her cell until tomorrow…

We have created a world of garbage and only now are beginning to think about conservation and recycling but what about those people who are left forgotten.
I have no desire to watch me Ex end up like that and it doesn’t matter to me if she would leave me rot in a ditch if she had the chance.
This isn’t about her its about who I am and what I want my kids to be that’s important.

See, I still have a need for the Ex and that’s to teach them compassion, something they have not been taught over the last seventeen years.
Thy need to learn that family is important even if it’s dysfunctional family and the way to do that is by example.
I have no doubt that my ex would help either one of the kids if they were in trouble, she just can’t deal with them anymore.

I may be a fool but I know what’s right and what’s wrong and letting her fall any father would be wrong.
Letting my kids learn to not care, especially about family would be wrong more wrong than what that bitch done to me.
So I helped her move and told D1 to have her account transferred to her new place and to leave it in her name because they EX has no credit which is D2s fault for running up her phone bill.
I told her I would also pay for it until she gets her disability.
I can’t afford another bill but she lives in a ten by ten basement room all alone with 60 bucks left a month to live on and no lifeline to the outside while I have more than most.

Today was supposed to be part two of the last post but haven’t finished it yet instead sitting here writing this.
The other day marked this Blog’s forth year and it’s been a long ride since it’s conception back in 2005.

Some of you have been with me from almost the beginning some of you are new.
I have let you see into my heart.
Get lost in my head.
I have confused you with my feelings and gotten you angry at my opinions.

I have evolved with my blog or maybe we have grown with each other would be a better way of saying it.
In the beginning it was a part of me but today it has become me to the point where the blog is nothing more than a window into my life with no curtains to restrict your view.
With every post I invite you into the various rooms of my life as welcome guests, even those who don’t agree with my lifestyle or me.

In the beginning I was conscious of what I said as not to hurt anyone’s feelings or to alienate any of the people I respected but as time went on I realized what I was doing was exactly that and hurting myself in the process.
I came to understand that in order for me to be honest or as honest as I could be was to just be me and if people didn’t like what they saw, well life’s a bitch but I can’t be what you want me to be all the time.

The way I saw it was that in my life here around me I have friends who are bikers, priests, Jews, Muslin, Asian, Black, White, Red, male, female, gay, not gay, big, small round, flat, young, old and everything that fits in the middle of all that mess.
If I have this diversity in the daily life around me then why can’t I have it here and it’s reflected in my blog roll?

I’m proud of my blog roll and mostly because the people on there, are all distinct individuals who believe in what they are and what they believe in.
Even though many of them are on opposite sides of issues they find a common ground to stand on and this is what makes for strong communities be it in your neighborhoods or right here on the Internet.

I would like to thank all of you who have come by here over the last four years and help me find who I am and in payment for your patronage I promise to swear, rant, dream out loud, talk about boobs for as long as I can and stand by you when you need me with my real opinions and the truth as I see it.

Now how about I go back and finish part two for you before someone beats me OH but before I go.

ItisI, I wasn’t with a teacher named Busty Barb but big boobs had a part in it.

Boxer, I would have told you her name in the comments section but you might have beaten the fuck out of me because her name is, no word of a lie and I asked permission first, is, Inia Skirt.

Puss-in-Boots, I know but in my defense she bent over first.

Michael Manning, I just did

Peter, I slept in, sort of

Scarlet, The party never ends here

Teresa, You didn’t miss a thing, I still have cake ;)

Monogram Queen, I am always safe, I just limp a lot

Lindi, Life is, what life is, we just have to step back from the drawing board sometimes to take a breath before we keep on living.

Megan, Mmmmm’yes it was

Have a nice day

Walker

NUTS NUTS NUTS !!!!!!!!! ©

I have a post i want to write but i have not time.
I have another one but i have no time.
In fact i have started both but i have no time.
Due to personal business, no I don't need bail, I can't write or visit until at least Monday.......maybe.
FUCK I HATE NOT HAVING FUCKEN TIME!!!!!!!!!

I will catch up with all of you next week and you know i will catch up so I hope some of you have been dirty little sluts or darling little angels, cough cough..........excuse me nipple in my throat, hair in my throat, tongue in my throat, dry throat.

Have a nice weekend and I'll bring you almost up to speed on Monday

Walker