Life

I am nearing my 36th birthday and life is good again. I have a 2 year old daughter now, a daughter who will never know her Daddy is not her biological father. She is lying next to me, right now, kicking her feet and whining just a little because my attention is no longer on her, I am writing. I have a 15 year old son who has gotten his drivers permit, anxiously awaiting his 16th birthday so he will no longer have to ride around with his mom. I have a 7 year old who will always be my cuddle butt. I hope the day never comes when he decides it is uncool to tell me he loves me, or give me a hug before school.

Professionally my job is nothing like my former. I miss my old job, it was my life. I often think back to the way things were at the time and smile. My coworkers and friends inside that facility were family, an integral part of my life. The closure of my facility tore my family apart, we have never been the same. New jobs, new paths of life, I rarely see any of them anymore.

R is long gone. He has moved on with his life without me, just as I have moved on with mine without him. I miss him, from time to time, just as I am sure he misses me as well. He was my lover, and friend, I miss the closeness we once shared.

But I have found a new plaything, for myself, a man who is totally unlike anyone I have ever been attracted to. He is unemployed, and even when he was employed, he worked at a lumber yard. No suits for him, or expensive cars. He drives an old truck in which we have fucked in the back end because he couldn't afford a hotel room. He is quite a bit older than I, but for the life of me I don't see age. I see his kindness, and lust for me. When I think of him I see his smile, and the glint of wickedness in his eyes.

When I think of him I grow warm for him, for his touch, for the way his cock feels between my legs.

Times they are a changing....

It has been a while since I have visited my blog.

Things have really changed, in that time.

My links no longer work, or the blog authors have stopped blogging some time ago. I am disappointed in myself for giving up my love of writing, giving up my sexual pass time.

It's time for me to return.