Huzzah! My thirteen day no sex streak ended last night around 9pm. I’m so glad because really, I was ready to explode! Seriously, while I know it’s not scientifically or medically possible, I swear I busted like a pint of nut gravy. That shit got everywhere. When I pulled out and went to get a towel there must have been some hanging off my dick because a big dollop dropped onto my right calf. I didn’t notice it till a little later when I was standing in the living room talking to my daughter. Slightly drying baby batter and leg hair don’t mix. Luckily my kid took no notice of my condition and I was able to grab a dirty pair of my boxers out of the hamper and wipe the spunk off my leg.

To commemorate the wonderful event I took a picture (click here) of us in the throngs of passionate love making.  Feel free to check it out, right click and save it and use it for your desktop background. I’m looking more and more hot everyday, don’t you think?

Well, let me thank you in advance for your happiness at my sexual fulfillment. Maybe tonight I’ll let Susan get hers. Today I’m taking off work, again, and Susan and I are going to see Blades of Glory at the movies. I love me some Will Ferrell. Y’all have a great Friday and super weekend!

P.S. Can you tell today I’m just a little more upbeat than my last post? There is actually a spring to my step. Too bad you can’t see. Posts about my volume of ejaculate beats posts with pictures of Civil War forts any day, right?

I thought I’d do something a little different today and post a few pictures. A couple of weeks ago when Susan went with me on one of my business trips, we stopped off for a little historical tour. We went to Ft. Morgan, near Mobile, Alabama. Susan wasn’t crazy about the idea, but y’all know how much I love history, so I had to see it. Ft. Morgan was a Confederate installation guarding the entrance to Mobile Bay, and the city of Mobile. It fell to the damn Yankee’s on August 5th, 1864.

These are just a few of the pictures I took while we were there.

No, that’s not me and the wife in the picture above. We’re not that old….yet.

I especially like this one. I love the arches and how you can see into several rooms.

It was a nice little trip back in time. I’d like to go back sometime when I can spend more time looking around the place. If you like to read about the history of the fort click here. If you want to see more pictures taken by someone else click here.

Hope y’all have a great one!

I had two very strange dreams last night, and since I have nothing else to talk about I thought I’d share them here so perhaps you all can give me some insight. I expect your honest opinions…

Dream 1: I’m on the Dr. Phil show sitting up on stage in one of those stool-chair-things he has for his guests. I’m wearing a vintage navy blue sharkskin suit from the 60’s with a solid orange tie and white silk shirt. Below the two inch cuff of my slacks I’m wearing brown and beige saddle oxford shoes with navy and brown argyle socks. I look into one of the monitors positioned around the stage and I can see myself with a caption centered under my picture. The caption reads, “Happily Married? If so, why does he show his penis on national television?” It’s at this point I look down and notice I’m hanging out of my zipper. I look away then look back and realize it’s growing. Not getting hard, just slinking down like a snake. Moments later Dr. Phil’s wife Robin (she’s hot in a older lady kinda way) walks up on stage and steps on my dick head with her stiletto heal. Not in anger, just as an accident. I remember that it didn’t hurt. Then the dream faded and changed.

Dream 2: I was sitting around a camp fire alone, with my laptop, surfing blogs. I remember a few blogs that I read while I sat there, sitting on a log. There were several more that I read but can’t now remember. I stood up and turned away from the fire, setting the laptop down on the ground. I was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and I pulled down the boxers and began to take a major piss into the dirt. It was one of those long pisses that actually make you shiver. When I flipped it back into my boxers and turned around, many of my blogger friends, including those I was reading before and those I can’t now remember, were sitting there on logs along side of me. One blogger began singing koom-by-ya, and within seconds everyone had joined in. In the back ground I remember hearing a dog barking. I then woke up and had to pee like a Russian racehorse. As I got out of bed to walk towards the bathroom I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it read 4:25 am.

Okay, so do you think these are some weird dreams or what? Let me know what your thoughts on them are. I’m currently taking this prescription pill called Chantix, to quit smoking (it’s working by the way. In a week of taking the pills I’ve smoked two packs of cigarettes. Two packs in a week is certainly down from my usual two packs a day. I’m looking forward to putting them away permanently.) One of the side effects of Chantix is “changes in dreaming”, or something like that. I’d say I’m suffering this side effect. These two dreams are certainly a bit different from the bland and boring dreams I usually have.

Have a good week! I’ll get back with another post in a couple days or so. Got a lot going on this week…

So sorry I’ve been such a bad blogger lately. I’m sure you’ve all been sitting around just wondering what all has been going on with your buddy Chuck. What’s that? You haven’t been wondering? Well, actually that’s kinda what I figured!

Things have been good, but hectic. I finally got to feeling better. It was funny…probably three hours after getting that shot last Wednesday I felt like a new man. I spent the rest of the week all kinds of busy with work and family and crap like that. My parents came into town for their tri-annual visit to Alabama. We had a nice time, doing what we usually do when we’re all together; eating waaaaay too much! Man, I’m still feeling backed up and ready to blow out a toilet any minute. I’m telling you here and now….you eat a big ass mess of collard greens and just see what it does to your bathroom habits. The color is amazing. You’ll look into the toilet and think you’re tripping on acid!

My son had his second soccer game of the season Saturday and they won 7-3! It made it even better when he scored two of the goals! I had jokingly told him, before the game, that he couldn’t come home unless he scored a point. After his second score Susan looked over at me and asked, “I guess L gets to come home now, right?” Also after his second point another Father noticed his aggressiveness and said to me, “I’m thinking your boy’s wanting a steak dinner tonight!” It sure made me feel proud to see him doing so well, and enjoying it so much. I can’t wait to start him in football (a real game) this fall. He’s only in kindergarten but he’s already the height of your average second/third grader. He’s going to make a great offensive or defensive lineman one of these days. Just like his old man! I can smell the full scholarship to the University of Tennessee now!!

So, what were you all doing at 11pm on Saturday night? Come on, tell me and share with us all. Yeah, I bet it was something freaky! No matter where you live, let me know what you were doing.

What was I doing you ask? Well that’s easy….I was laying in my bed….naked….on my stomach….legs slightly spread….bedroom door closed and locked….laptop opened before me….fingers gently striking the keyboard….bringing me to this page, where I spent the next hour or so. Then I went to sleep. Yep, my life is terribly exciting! As for the “not so good” portion of this post you should know, for the record, it’s been 10 days since I’ve last partaken in the marital fruit, and much longer since I took matters in my own hands. I’m about to explode over here!

Have a swell Monday!

Boy oh boy…what a lousy past few days I’ve had. I’ve felt like such a pile of shit. I’d just like to know what the deal is. During all the early years of my adult life I hardly ever got sick. I may have been sick enough to be stuck in bed perhaps one day every year in a half, on average. Every since Susan and I’ve been married things have changed. I swear she’s put some kind of sickness voodoo on me. I mean, look at the past six months….we’ll actually you can’t since I had stopped blogging during a big part of that time, but never the less…I had some major illnesses during that time. Also, I used to never get strep throat. I think I’d probably had it three times since I was three and had my tonsils removed. Since I’ve been remarried? At least three times a year.  Seriously, what’s up with that?  I’m telling you, it’s some kind of curse…
Today I went to my doctor and got a shot in the ass as well as a Z-pak. I’m actually feeling much better. I appreciate all your comments and emails hoping for quick recovery. Your good wishes have been working. Now, if I could only get rid of this crappy back pain.

Okay….enough bitching….well, maybe a little more…

So, is there anyone out there who has Showtime and could tape/burn every episode of The Tudors and mail them to me? I’m chomping at the bit to get to watch this show, but Susan won’t let me re-subscribe to Showtime. She feels like HBO is enough. But, y’all know how much I love me some sex, history and boobs! Why do you think I’ve been so addicted to the HBO series, Rome? It’s the boobs and sex baby!! I can’t believe Rome has it’s series finale next Sunday night. I’ll really miss it.

I’ve got a lot of people coming out to give me estimates on work here at my house. I’ve got one guy who already came out who is going to replace a lot of the Masonite siding that’s started to rot. He’s also going to replace two of my exterior window frames that are also showing signs of rot. His pricing is very reasonable. I’ve got a guy coming by today to give me an estimate on replacing the toilet and glass shower door in the master bathroom. There’s another guy coming by today to quote me on the landscaping my bad back won’t allow me to do myself, and yet another guy to give me an estimate on power washing my driveway and sidewalk. I’ve got a lot of work to get done. I just hope the money will hold out till it’s all been accomplished!

I’m telling you now, if Sanjaya doesn’t go home tonight I will stop watching American Idol. As much as I may love some of the other contestants, (remember I called it several weeks ago that Melinda Doolittle will win it all), I refuse to show my support, and spend my precious time, on a show were they have a no talent dork like Sanjay still showing up week after week.

Well, I’ve just realized that this must be like the most boring post I’ve written in a long time. God, maybe I’m losing my blogging touch as well……Regardless, y’all have a great Hump Day, have some hump day sex, and cross your fingers that I’ll be getting humped tonight too!!

Talk to y’all soon…

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! I hope y’all celebrate with green beer and plenty of sex. I, on the other hand, feel like crawling into a cave and dying. I feel like total shit. It started Thursday afternoon around 3pm, and ever since I’ve been dealing with violent diarrhea, fever and a major headache. And now my throat is starting to hurt like a sombitch…yep, I’m probably getting strep. It’s been so much fun around here! I’d like to drink a bottle of NyQuil and sleep for the next fifteen hours. Unfortunately I can’t. My son has his first soccer game of the season later this morning. So I’ll have to suck it up and go cheer on the “kick the ball out of bounds fest” that is five and six year old soccer. I’m actually looking forward to it, I just wish I felt better.

Well, I guess that’s all I’ve got for now. I just thought I’d spread a little St. Paddy’s Day cheer! It was exactly a year ago that I posted a picture of myself to celebrate the holiday. Some of you may remember it. If you don’t you can click here to see it.

I hope you’re having a better weekend than I am!

Edit: 11:00pm - I’ve added some new info for this day in the comments….if you’re interested!

As you know this recent trip out of town has been the second business trip, with my recently unemployed wife tagging along, over the past two weeks. We’ve actually been having a good time. I’ve worked hard, but we’ve managed to see some nice places, stay in some luxurious hotels and eat some damn good food. We’ve also had a lot of sex, and that will be the subject of this post. Only I won’t be sharing the juicy details of our recent coital experiences. Instead I’ll be sharing with you the off the wall sexually related things we’ve said to each other. These are actual conversations and/or statements made over the past week. Enjoy…

Susan: Damn, your dick is looking so long! Me: (looking down): This is the way it always looks. Susan: Well sometimes it’s shrively. Me: Well that might be true, but it only shrivels up when I see you naked! (We both laugh, then I get in the shower)

Me: Do you plan on washing your cooch today? Susan: Nah, I’m hoping to attract flies. (We both laugh, then she gets in the shower)

Susan: Why do your balls smell like fried chicken? Me: Not sure, why don’t you see if they taste like it…

Susan: Are you ever going to cum? Me: (panting) Yeah, talk dirty to me. Susan: Mmmm, oh yeah baby…I’m rollin’ around in the mud. My hair’s greasy and I need to clean out from under my fingernails…that dirty enough for you? (We both laugh and I lose my erection)

Susan: I hope Trooper (our dog) is doing okay at The Pet Palace (place where we board him). Me: I’m hoping he’s not being gang raped by the other dogs.

Susan: You’re not planning on cumming in me are you? Me: Oh yeah, baby! (I continue to pound it out, in the missionary position) Susan: Don’t do it, (getting worried) seriously, pull out and do it on my tits…I’ll jack it for you. Me: (Faking an orgasm) I can’t stop…oh yeah baby! It feeeeels so gooood….(She doesn’t fall for it) Susan: Alright, go ahead and knock me up….and I’ll find me a coat hanger! (we both laugh, then I pull it out and cum)

Me: What the frig are these? (I’d been at a food show all day while she went to the mall and shopped, I was holding up what looked to be one of two brassieres) Susan: I bought two new bras, do you like them? Me: Seriously Susan, they look like something my granny would wear! Susan: No, they’re a new kind of bra that makes big boobs look smaller, and they come with these pads that cover your nipples so you’re never showing your “headlights”. Chuck: Uh, hello? Why would you want those beauties to look smaller? Susan: (Snatching the bra from my hands) You try carrying probably an extra thirty pounds around on your chest and then you can make fun. I’ve decided I’m going to use part of your bonus money to get another reduction. Me: (panicking) Noooooooo!!!!

And finally (although there were many, many others)…

Susan: Tonight while I’m sucking your dick would you be willing to lay down with your head at the bottom of the bed? Me: Why? Susan: Then I can be sucking you and also be watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Marathon on Nick at Night at the same time. Me: (shifting around on the bed) As long as you’ll still get in there and lick my ass. (We both laugh, I eventually bust a big nut and we end up watching seven episodes in a row. What a hilarious show….I’d been missing it since I used to watch it weekly in the early to mid Nineties)
Well here you go with a little smathering of what all we’ve been talking about recently. Aren’t we like the most romantic couple ever?! We’ve really had some fun trips out of town and I could get used to this going out of town for work and bringing my old lady with me. I really like it, but I’m sure she’ll have a new job soon. She’s been interviewing left and right. I guess I better learn to appreciate it while I can. Oh, by the way…the Ruth’s Chris was to die for the other night. That was a big ass fillet mignon, bigger than I’d ever seen. I’m thinking it was worth the $35 I paid for it. Adding the other two sides brought the tab up to $69, but it was hella damn good. I’m just glad Susan was willing to split the meal with me. We ordered it Tuesday night and ate it while we watched American Idol, as room service. Nothing like feasting on some big meat, in the comfort of your hotel suite….we’ll that’s what Susan thought…several times!! lol

We’re back home now. Happy Thursday everyone!

A few posts ago I mentioned that I had a confession to make. It was the beginning part of this post, to be exact. No one called me out on it, so I’ve decided that “the powers that be” must have decided that said secret didn’t need to be shared. It’s to remain a secret. But since then I’ve had to deal with another thing that I’d have usually liked to keep secret, and since I ain’t got nothing better to blog about I thought I’d put it out there. Are you ready for this? Keep in mind, it’s nothing as bad as secret numero uno, but it still has the possibility of embarrassing the old Chuckster.

I spend fifteen to twenty Sunday evenings every year tearing up like a baby, or at least like a chick. It’s not every Sunday evening, just certain ones where all the appropriate events seem to fall into line. I shed a few tears, but not because I’m in pain. Or not because something bad has happened with my marriage or family. No one I know has died, and no one has suddenly contracted some terrible disease. It’s not even the fact I was refused sex that brings the tears a-flowin’.

You wanna know what it is? Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s that damn ABC television show, Extreme Home Makeover, subtitled: (’cause something terrible has happened, your kid died or your husband never came back from Iraq and your house burned down and you have 40 adopted children from Africa, and a retarded sister), Home Edition. I mean, damn y’all….every episode is a tearjerker! Yeah, they get a nice new house and the whole community comes out to help, but there is always those interviews that just rip your heart out. Every week I sit on my spot on the couch and I say to myself, “this show ain’t going to get to me.” then moments later I see the video that Ty shows on the bus, you know the one, and suddenly I’m turning my head away from the wife so she won’t see the wetness happening. Sometimes I’ll even get up and go into the kitchen, like I suddenly realized I needed to get something real quick. All of which is a disguise not to let her see me tear up. Because everyone knows that chicks find guys who cry to be weak. Did I say cry? Uh, hello….ain’t no crying going on here….a few tears…that’s much more acceptable, right?

Last nights episode was one of the worst ever. The family totally pulled on my heartstrings big time. Not only were they from Georgia, and sounded a lot like us, but they had many terrible things to deal with. Now y’all should know I usually only get “emotional” during the beginning part of the show, then maybe again when they’re all like, “Bus driver move that bus.” But last night was the exception. I hope you watched it, if you didn’t I hope you’ll see it in repeats.

Okay, so I’ve shared something secretive with you the reader. Just keep in mind, in the grand scheme of things, it don’t really matter. I may get all teary eyed at a show about human loss, but I know where to draw the line. Anyway, do any of y’all watch this show? It’s been on for a few years now and I realize it ain’t nothing new, but damn! Sometimes the real life drama is just too much! So, I shared one of my secrets…what secret of your’s would you like to share? Come on, we’d love to know…

Well folks, Susan and I are heading to Huntsville, Alabama today for three days. I’m going up there for work, and she’s coming along to enjoy herself. We’re staying at a very nice hotel downtown, with a spa on the premises, and she’s already informed me that she’s getting a manicure and an eyebrow wax. I wonder how much that’ll cost me. It should be fun. She’s never been to Huntsville, so I’ll be able to show her the Space Center, the University Mall and Rosie’s Mexican Cantina….not to mention those strip clubs across from the Target. If I could get her to wanna go there life would be great, but I doubt it’ll happen.

Y’all have a nice next couple of days!

These are just a few things Susan and I talked about, or I personally thought about, while traveling the past couple days. I just figured I’d share, since I don’t have anything else worthwhile to blog about…

• She may have turned me down Wednesday night, but she sure did come back with a vengeance the next morning! My dick is still chaffed…
• Sbarro pizza really isn’t all that good. It wasn’t good back in ‘85 when I first tried it at the mall, and it still ain’t nothing to write home about.
• It’s sad when they play a Flock of Seagulls song on the radio and ask callers to call in and guess the bands name and it takes like 45 people calling in before someone guesses correctly…and I knew it right away. The song was I Ran, in case you were wondering.
• I never really thought about it before but it must suck to be British and know that a big part of your government, The House of Lords, isn’t elected by the people. Do you reckon those Lords really care about the average person?
• Visiting the beach is nice, but I wouldn’t want to live there….again.
• Susan and I don’t have the same idea of what the perfect room temperature in a hotel room is. I like it so cold there’s icicles hanging off my nuts. She doesn’t, she likes her nuts ice free.
• I’m so sick of hearing my wife tell the story of how she quit her job. I bet I’ve heard her tell it fifty times on the phone since last Wednesday. I could quote it in my sleep.
• It’s sad to see the damage still in Gulf Shores, Alabama from the hurricanes over the past couple years. I’d estimate that one in fifteen homes on the beach are still damaged and half of them are still unoccupied.
• My ex wife has a boyfriend and she’s serious about him, even mentioning the L word. He goes to Snagley’s church and works for a law firm. I know it’s inevitable, but I feel weird about my kids meeting him.
• Why is it that hotel soap feels so slimy? You wash your hands and it takes 3 gallons of water to get the slickness off your flesh. It’s great for masturbating in the shower, but gets old when you’re just cleaning. I travel a lot, obviously, and notice this everywhere I go. Anyone else have the same experience?
• I write like 75% of my blog posts while under the influence of alcohol. They may show up as being posted in the a.m. but in actuality I write them the night before and set them to post the next day. It’s 10:46pm on Thursday right now!
• I’m very anxious to see what happens this year with college football. Did y’all notice all the new Tennessee stuff I’ve added to my sidebars? Hot, huh?
• Those Sonic commercials with the two guys, or the guy and his wife, crack me up big time! Know what I’m talking about? “Don’t you bring that weak tot action!” Okay, maybe I like weird commercials.
• We watched the new show on Fox, The Wedding Bells the other night. It was pretty cute. You can watch it again tonight at 9/8 central. I recommend it, and no…I’m not gay.
• Next week, when I’m working again out of town, I’m having a meal at Ruth’s Chris. I’ve never dined there, but have always wanted to. It’s expensive as hell so I’ll have to take a customer so I’ll be able to expense it!
• Yesterday I was standing at the counter of a convenience store, paying for a diet coke and some cigs, and I let out a three second long silent fart. Once I was done I congratulated myself on it’s being inaudible, then caught a whiff of it’s slight rankness. It was at this point that I half turned around and noticed a very short guy standing behind me within a foot of my ass. I stifled a laugh, signed the credit card slip and got the hell out of there. I sure hope he enjoyed it cause I was proud of that aroma.

Okay, that’s enough thoughts for this trip. I hope you weren’t bored too much! Just think, there’s another three day trip planned next week…I can entertain y’all again with more “Observations from the road”!

I hope you all have had a nice week so far. We’ll be heading home tomorrow morning after my last customer meeting. We should be back home by 3, ready for the kids to get home and ready for another weekend! Have a good one!!

*Wednesday night edit added to the bottom of this post.*

What is it about a good blow job that so many women have a problem? I’ve posted about this subject many times before. This morning I’ve just got to put it out there one more time. Now granted I’ve never done it, but is sucking on a cock really so hard? Hell, I’ve watched enough porn, and been on the receiving end of a decent amount of good head that, if I had the inclination, I think I could do a better job then 30% of the women in America. (Let me reinforce here that I’d rather shove a two by four up my pee hole than suck a dick, but hey….I’m just trying to make a point.) So, what’s up ladies? You know you want to worship at the alter of the cock, right? You want your man to feel like you think sucking on his wang is the next best thing to winning a $5000 shopping spree to Big Lot’s. I mean it’s not like it’s something you do everyday. (If it is something you do everyday, email me and I’ll give you my address.) It’s an ever so often special treat for your man.

Your boy Chuck here gets his knob slobbed on occasion, although it’s rare that I get the full oral attention. It’s usually just a quick act performed to get the subject up to it’s massive capacity, in preparation for intercourse. Kinda like a pep rally before the big game. You remember those pep rallies, right? It’s Friday afternoon and the whole high school has gathered in the gym. The band is there, the cheerleaders are cheering and the football team busts through a paper made wall over in the corner. Everyone gets pumped up and then later that night the team kicks the ass of the cross town rival. That’s what I get…pep rally blow jobs. (okay that sounds illegal, but you get the drift, right?)

My wife, bless her heart, tries. She’s just not a oral kind of girl. I’ve tried to change her, and to her credit, she’s tried to change. I think she just forgets her “lessons” from blow job to blow job. Now y’all know I’m very accommodating. When, in the past, she’s said how she hates getting long hairs in her mouth I’ve taken up a rigorous manscaping initiative. When she makes the comment that she doesn’t want to suck on my balls because they smell like my ass, I’m always sure to wash…with soap…and scrub the sack and the ass. See? I make every effort. Monday night, for example, she decided to give lil’Chuckie some sloberific attention. A couple minutes into it I found her sucking on the head while having both her hands wrapped around the shaft. Said hands weren’t moving. I reached down, placed my hand over her hands and motioned them up and down. I mean, if she’s going to suck on my head only she could at least jack the shaft with her two hands. That’s like lesson one of Blow Job 101, right? Then a while later she made attempts to slurp up and down the whole shaft. Keep in mind two things; Susan has a bad gag reflex, and I’ve got a bit more hanging than four inches. Anyone with a bad gag reflex doesn’t need to be trying to deep throat. I’m not all that into the deep throat anyway. Especially when I have to look down and watch my woman gag back vomit while she’s hovered over my crotch. The other thing that concerns me is the lack of attention of the boys. I spend time, and shed blood, to keep my low hanging nut hammock free from all hair. I do this not because I like finding random blood smears in my boxers the day after shaving, but because I don’t want her to come up with those long ball hairs (you know how long they can get) slipping down her throat. The sounds of hacking and gagging are enough for me to want to shave them daily. All I want her to do is lean down, take one hand and jack my cock, then take her mouth down further and suck on the boys. I like to hear that “plop” as each of my gravy makers exit her mouth. Hell, I’ll do my own jacking if she needs to focus all her attention the boys. Can y’all tell I’m wanting some good oral action, and I’m wanting my wife to expedite her skills forth haste?

Okay, here’s the deal. Susan has a very good friend who is a young gay man. We’ve drank and eaten with this guy in the past. He’s an all ’round good guy. The advantage I see to his and her friendship is purely academic. It’s well known that a gay guy can suck a dick better than any woman, and a gay woman can carpet munch better than any man. They know what needs to be done to get their partner over the edge. Hell y’all, these people take pride in this shit. So, should I suggest to her that she get her gay friend to teach her the tricks? Maybe using a banana or something similar. Practice does make perfect. Now that she’s gone from a full time bread winner to nothing, nada, I think it would behoove her to brush up on her BJ skillz. Last Friday, when we learned what my bonus was going to be I told her that she should give me a BJ for every unexpected dollar I brought in incrementally. It’d be a good bit over 22,000 blow jobs! She laughed then leaned down and started her “head sucking” routine.

Come on readers! Give me some advice, some input on how to turn my wife in to a blow job seductress. I think she’s got it in her, I just need to find a way to let that side of her out. I look forward to reading what you think on this subject. It’s got to be true, as in other things, that constant practice brings on the A game.

As I await your comments I’ll remind you that she and I are heading out of town later this morning. We’ll be traveling to Orange Beach, Alabama and then to Pensacola, Florida. I know, primarily because she’s already told me, that we’ll be getting our “sexy time” on both nights. I’m hoping I’ll be able to read here in my comments some new and valuable suggestions that I can bring into the bedroom later each evening. I’ll keep y’all informed on how it all turns out.

Have a great Wednesday and Thursday!

EDIT: We’re here at the beach and I’ve posted an update on tonight’s activities in the comments. Just scroll down if you’d like to read, and look for my second comment in bold font.