Do I Sound Crazy

"I divide my nights off between trying to kill myself and setting fire to other homes. I spent six years in prison and six years in France. I preferred prison."

-Mae Syzlak of Simpson

Lost my mind as to how to start this. Here I sit completely free of any thoughts while all day I raged with so many things, good and bad. Why do I suddenly forget everything all because of the chaos that Thanksgiving brings?

Let's get one thing straight. I don't like turkey. This has become a gradual thing where I suddenly realize that a Thanksgiving dinner all comes down to how well the green bean casserole performs in my mouth. Wait a minute. That almost sounds like food is doing sensual porno on my tongue. We could leave it there because I am instantly in love with mushroom soup being used as a sauce after devouring a couple rolls. It's not Thanksgiving if Mum doesn't overdo the food preparations as she does every year.

Of course, that also brings up my hatred for having a small family. Loads of cars will be pulled into driveways but not ours. Just my parents and a friend of theirs, a total geek that kind of takes the fun out of things by always looking at the downside. Gee, I wonder why he's single and the girl ran off with his concert tickets instead of taking him. Let that be a lesson to you, those that see no reason to take care of your bodies and feel the need to tell everyone how a computer works.

I've always wanted one of those uncles that has a roving eye for the teenage girls and insists you pull his finger. Why do these types of people only live with the people I kind of despise? Even those that can lean to the side and fart like it's nothing while the turkey slices are passed can work in this house.

Work was hell thanks to my body temperature going sky high all of a sudden. Why, I will never know. It's just that physically demanding shit does not suit well when you feel like throwing up. Did I give up? No, but I mumbled a lot to myself and probably looked like a Jeezus freak that feels as if hell is ready for him thanks to all that hidden cut-out porn found in a size-11 shoe.

At least, the deaf guy was fun to talk to again. I'm getting lucky that he's been able to work on my side of the facility. Debates on bowling scores and various shits and giggles here and there. That's me when I need to find some kind of enjoyment while I ride out feeling like I'm gonna barf on everyone's shoes. Time does pass very fast, though. It's just, for me, I know I've still got more labor to do once I hit the gym and listen to Slutwatcher go on and on about his beloved Dallas Cowboys. At least, football season takes away his urges to look up girls' shorts.

Right now, I've got homework. A while back, Sara had me take her book edited by a sex writer/web site and look over various fantasies. It's only now that after cleaning my bookshelf off that I find it. Amazing that I just finished Stephen King's The Mist, huh?

Basically, Sara wanted me to look over other couples' fantasies and get an idea as to other things to try in bed. The kicker is that these are not the normal types found in Penthouse or even in a fictional story found in Playboy. You'll have a guy being anally raped by his wife and her college friend because some enjoy being humiliated. One guy was forced to wear his wife's panties and rub himself silly til he came in them. One couple decided to go dancing only to end up driving around as the guy watched his wife suck off another guy in the back of their car. Again, these types of things I've never thought of nor would I wish to attempt.

Yes, the threesome does come up between Sara and I. While she is slightly hesitant to allow another girl to touch my cock, looking is fine with her, she does show curiosity in eating out a girl. Joy! I'd love to teach her and even lick with her. Not only would that drive me wild but to see us both make a girl lose herself in pleasure would be the best thing ever. Freakin' sweet! You'd have to have a very strong relationship to attempt this type of thing because jealousy almost always rears its ugly head.

Sara told me that I make her feel safe and less crazy-like after almost 3 years together. I'm pretty sure the book I've been reading on sexual fantasies written by real couples was given to me a while back. Things do kind of change after being together for a while. Back then, Sara and I had some major issues that have finally worked themselves out. Funny to wake up in the morning the last time I was over there and hear her suddenly ask me how I feel about orgies. Yes, I was groggy but I'm pretty sure a part of my brain was asking: "What time!?!"

I'll get into that another time. Right now, I'm a bit worn out again thanks to so many calories being emptied from me. The manager asked if anyone wants to come in to work on Sunday mornings.......early. Let this be a lesson to you. I may not always enjoy the craziness of work. Give me a good manager and a fun team, well, I'll be there. It's possible that 2 Sundays next month will find me wearing myself out. Hoo-rah! I love it in the muck! Happy twats all around.