Everything I write sounds like crap lately. The official reason why I only manage to write 1 or 2 posts a week is I’m just to busy to do more, but the reality is even if I had more free time I probably wouldn’t get much more writing done. I procrastinate, I’m a two finger typist, the letters on the keyboard move around and I need to have a pretty good idea about where I’m going before I write. So the way it works is I have all week to mull over what I’m going to write about then on my night(s) off I sit down and out it comes. That’s the theory anyway.

I was going to write about the evolution of my cross-dressing, but by the third paragraph even I was bored. So now it’s on to plan ‘B’.   ♀ had surgery on her toe this past week and she’s off work for the next two weeks at least.  I had two nights off this weekend and she decided that she really wanted to go see her dad. So after I got up Saturday afternoon we headed out. It usually takes about 4 hours if the roads are good and it was pounding rain when we left, but we weren’t in a big hurry.

Because of her toe, ♀ needed to ride in the back with her foot up. We stopped when we were half way there for a stretch and some dinner and just as we were getting ready to leave again ♀ decided I needed to buy her a dirty magazine to read. We used to buy them quite regularly and read them together, but it’s probably been a couple of years since we’ve bought one. We pulled into a truck stop and ♀ said “I want you to get me a Hustler Magazine and if they don’t have any I want you to ask the attendant where you can buy one.” They had a small selection of smut and it really was a one horse town so it’s unlikely there was anywhere else, and even though there were a couple of truckers standing around and the attendant was an attractive young woman I did what I was told*. They didn’t have a Hustler, and the choices they did have were all shrink wrapped so I just guessed and got a Cheri Magazine.

*We’ve been exploring non-violent ways for ♀ to be dominate so when she comes up with an idea, I try my best to play along.

Her plan was to read the magazine out-loud to me from the back seat and masturbate knowing I would need to concentrate on driving, but no sooner did we get started when we hit thick fog and slush. The headlights reflecting on the fog made it tough to see, the interior light reflecting the other way would have made it impossible. So instead she did helpful things like tell me not to drive off the road or hit the sanding truck and made random gasping noises and “hey, I think I just saw a Sasquatch.” A little while later she said, “you know how T3′s kinda plug you up? Maybe taking a laxative before we left home wasn’t such a good idea. Do you think there’s anyplace to stop along here?” (We’re on a high mountain road in the middle of nowhere in the fog and slush)

Anyway, we made it to her dad’s in one piece and he had cold beer and leftover pizza so it was mostly good. About an hour after we arrived, her cell phone rang. It was our neighbour from home calling to complain about the noise. Junior had been told No Party. ♀ called home and he answered drunk and belligerent. He wasn’t having a party. It was just him and 6 or 8 friends sitting around drinking and listening to music. Harsh words were exchanged and he hung up on her…not good.  So I called him back; reminded him that hanging up on his mother wasn’t acceptable and it was time for the non-party to end. In his defense, the neighbour hadn’t called him first to ask that the music be turned down. She called ♀ 10 minutes after their 16 yr old daughter had returned home from our house.

My father-in-law and his wife live in a trailer park and the guestroom is their camper parked beside the trailer. A little cramped especially with a very sore toe, but we managed. The toe, T3′s, calls from home and the long drive pretty much killed any hope for lovin’ so I got ♀ all settled and came back in the house. I watched TV, wrote crap (as previously mentioned) and read much better blogs then my own. I’d forgotten about the time change this weekend so when I went to bed at 6, it was really 7.  I was still awake at 8…way past my bedtime. ♀ is such a sweetie; even though her toe was hurting and she wasn’t the least bit horny, she wanted to give me a big O so I could get to sleep…

“Did it embarrass you Baby to buy that dirty magazine? I saw you blush in front of that pretty little cashier. She thought you were a pervert didn’t she Baby? Those truckers thought you were going to jerk off right in the parking lot, didn’t they? You’d like it if they followed you out to the car, wouldn’t you? They wouldn’t be able to see me in the back seat. You’d open the girly magazine and slowly start looking at the nasty pictures. Then you’ld take your cock out and start stroking it. You like teasing the 3 big bears standing outside watching, don’t you. You move around so they can all see you. You’re looking at the pictures, but you like seeing they’re big bulges, don’t you. You’re such a cock tease. If you put on a real good show, maybe they’ll pull their cocks out and you can watch them stroking their big fat bear meat in time with you. Put your ass up against the window bitch so they can see what a dirty little whore you really are. Keep stroking your cock slut ’cause you know when you cum they’re going to shoot their loads all over the windows. You’ld like that, wouldn’t you Baby. Then everyone can see what kind of slut you really are…that’s it Baby, they’re really close now, they’re just dying to see you cum…”

We hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so when I came, I pumped lots and lots deep inside her while she stroked my back and kissed my neck. When I pulled out she told me to lick her clean and make sure I got it all because we were in somebody else’s bed. It had already started to drip towards her ass so my nose was inside her while I was licking. When I came up for air, she took one look and started laughing. I had nut butter across the bridge of my nose and over most of my face. She thought I looked like a little kid who had tried to lick the last bit of ice cream from the bottom of the bowl.

Last night when I took ♀ back to bed, she really wanted to have an orgasm. Her toe wasn’t hurting too bad and the T3 hadn’t made her really sleepy yet. She flipped through the pages of the magazine while I slowly finger fucked her and thumbed her clit. I whispered in her ear, getting her to imagine being a participant in the various pictorials; getting gang banged by 3 big black men, sucking an anonymous cock through a glory hole while a cute little red head fucks her with a strap-on, licking my come out of another woman’s cunt…

It took a while, but she was able to have an orgasm. It wasn’t very big, but at least it was something. We kissed and cuddled and I got her all situated on the narrow camper bed, carefully all covered up, water and T3′s within arms reach. I was just reaching for a pillow to keep her foot elevated when she rolled over and kicked the edge of a table.

Oh sheep shit she said sweetly.

Cheers,

sss