Happy Birthday to Me

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I’m Drunk!!! You may ask, “What’s so different about that, you ARE an alcoholic”? Well, I’ll tell you, today is the Ides of March, which ALSO happens to be my birthday.

I woke up this morning and Dot gave me my birthday present, a case of my favorite Merlot wine and a birthday cake. Dot and I have already each put away 3+ bottles of wine, and for another present, she made me get naked, took cake and spread it all over both boobs, and my pussy, then began eating it.

I must have cum at least 4 times…WOW!!! What a great gift. I am just so happy and in love with EVERYONE right now, I just had to share it. Here is to me turning 40 something and celebrating it with the love of my life.

I love you all and be happy and enjoy life to the best you can.

MUAH!!!

Until Later!!!

 

Wishing You All a Happy New Year

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Well folks, it’s 2019, this means another year of resolutions that won’t be kept, and hopes and dreams that come true ONLY by hard work.

Oh well, life goes on. I spoke with Dot today day, and she has the resolution of getting sober for the New Year.

Unfortunately, she said that this morning after already imbibing a 40 oz. beer and 6 shots of whiskey. I, on the other hand, have made myself a goal not to get passed out drunk anymore. So far so good as I have a nice buzz going with several hours before midnight. I guess we’ll see how that one works out.

In the meantime, since I have not been on in a while, I would like to wish all of you a Happy and Prosperous New Year. Let’s hope that the economy strengthens, the world becomes at peace with each other, and that every living soul on Earth retains the peace and love in their hearts from the Christmas holidays.

I sincerely love you all, and I pray that 2019 holds all the happiness you deserve, restores in your souls a love for your fellow man, and provides you with enough means to feed you and your loved ones for this year, and forever.

To the poor, know that I am committed to help ease your burden, and will be there for you to help to get you back on your feet. I am funding programs that will help towards that end.

My gift to all is peace, my hope is for compassion for everyone, and my wish is that if you are able, follow my lead by helping in some way those who are less fortunate than you.

I bid you all a very Happy and Peaceful New Year!!!

Until Later…

Sensuality

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Luscious, salacious lips,

Slightly brushing tender erogenous nether regions.

Quiet moaning, erupting from a darkened arena.

Inhaling and exhaling, faster and faster at uneven paces.

 

Sounds of pleasure scream out from a quiet night.

Yessss, Oh Yessss, Ummmmm, Ahhhhhhh, YESSSSSS!!!!

Take me…Fuck me…Ohhhh… as the moaning becomes deafening.

Backs full of sweat with passions fire rising higher and higher.

 

Screaming out…FUCK ME!!!  I’m Cumming…

Then, a scream fills a once silent room…

Breasts lie silently against pressed flesh,

And all is a quiet, as sexual peace is once again restored to, a satisfied partner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Memories

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Christmas time is, and always has been my favorite time of the year. Is it because of the lights or the Holiday Spirit, well, partly, but most of all, I LOVE giving to the poor and underprivileged.

I’m NOT patting myself on the back here, I am able to, and as such, I believe that by giving we receive. Does that make sense? They’re so many folks who have little or next to nothing who ALSO deserve a warm meal and some presents for their kids.

Years ago, my father instilled this in me as he would open our house up to help feed many underprivileged families. My mother would cook and cook until everyone was satisfied. Then, my father (who had hired someone to play Santa), would sing Christmas Carols as Santa handed out the presents to the children who were there.

Everyone, at least on Christmas Eve would leave a little happier than they came. I never forgot this lesson, on Xmas Eve, I go to the soup kitchens and help them cook and serve for countless people who would otherwise have little to eat.

Why do I do it, because to me, it is a blessing which reminds me of my gratefulness to the Almighty for being ABLE to give back? To ME, THIS is the REAL meaning of Christmas.

May you all have a very nice Holiday, and let me challenge you, (If you are able), to in some small way give back to those who may NOT have such a nice Christmas as you.

God Bless You All…

Until Later…

 

 

Drunk Sex With Girlfriend

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I love to drink, I love sex, but what I REALLY love to do is have drunken sex. It’s such a wonderful experience that I looked forward to having one of my girlfriends over, getting drunk with her, and then having HOT MONKEY SEX.

The other night that happened. My girlfriend and I went to our local hangout, got drunk together and went back to my place. To say that she was hotter than fire is an understatement, she kissed me, took my hand, and after unbuttoning her pants, she took my hand and placed it on her hot molten mound.

“Feel my breasts,” she slurred as I cupped one,  while gently kissing and sucking her other one. At that point she started moaning as did I, as her lips began to caress MY mounds.

“Put your fingers inside me and kiss my inner thighs,” she moaned, as I started to slowly lick her boiling pussy. Now we were BOTH moaning as she stroked my luscious mound of heat, and placed her finger in my ass.

“Oh my God,” I shouted as she moved her fingers around me like magic. “Don’t stop I shouted,” as she took me higher and higher than the effects of the alcohol ever could. My lips found her boiling flow of sex juice, and my tongue slid in and out of her like a girl sucking a lollipop.

“OH MY GOD,” she shouted as she arched her back and came in my mouth. I yelled out, FUCK ME, FUCK ME”, while she licked me up and down and around my molten drunk clit. No longer could I stand it, I too arched and spilled MY load into her waiting mouth.

We laid there in ecstasy in our hazed condition, staring into each other’s blurred eyes. “I love you,” she said, as I repeated back to her, “Right back at ya baby.” We huddled together in the spoon position as our drunken naked bodies drifted off into a deep sleep.

Until Later…

 

 

 

 

Random Thoughts/ Just Ask Sooz

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Hello my friends, sorry I haven’t been around in a few days; I am still grieving over the loss of Bella. I can’t seem to manage to do anything these days except tip a glass. Oh well, life goes on, right?

I must say, everyone I know has been very supportive which has helped me tremendously, thank you. You never know who your true friends are unless something like this has happened.

 Today I went out and bought a few simple gifts as a thank you. It actually felt good to get out into the open air and just breathe again. I have been cooped up in my home boozing for so long; I had forgotten what the real world looks like.

For the folks who read me, I want to apologize for not being a very good writer lately. As it turns out, I too am Human and have feelings like everybody else. Feeling better now, I believe I will start creative writing again shortly.

Admittedly, I miss both my readers and the daily writing. Thank all of you for being patient. I will leave you with a quick Just Ask Sooz post.

Dear Sooz:

I need your advice. Last night, my husband of 15 years came home drunk and told me he has been having affair with my best friend. I was flabbergasted, hurt, angry, and a whole bunch of other emotions rattling around in my head.

I left for a hotel because he was too drunk to talk about it last night. Today, I went back home and found him hung over, and crying. I asked him two questions right off:

  1. Did he love her?
  2. Why?

He said that he didn’t love her, it was just sex. He maintained that he still loved me and that he had been making a mistake. Why??? He claims that he has a voracious sexual appetite and that I had not been fulfilling it lately.

He was sorry and he wanted to keep things status quo. Sooz, I don’t know if I can do that. What would be your suggestion?

Confused and Hurt

 

Dear Confused and Hurt:

First of all, do you still love him, and are you willing to forgive this indiscretion? If so, I would recommend marriage counseling for you both. Secondly, what about his sexual appetite? Are you able to satisfy him more often or not?

It seems to me that he had NO regard for you while he was playing footsie with your best friend. I am doubtful here, but, if you are willing to try and forgive, I would go ahead with counselling and see where it goes. If not, pack up and walk away.

Good luck!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Portrait of a Lover

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Drunk… As I write this, I am fully tipsy. Oh doth the pain trouble my aching heart. My soul is ripped, and I suffer the unending arrows of love, shot through my inebriated shell of a body.

Bella is gone; she has fled back to France without a word of comfort, only saying she could no longer live the life of opulence and splendor. WHAT??? My swollen eyes morn for her return, yet my mind reveals the truth.

I believed we were a match made in Heaven, a symbiotic relationship joined through love and admiration. One as a body, and one soul united through the truth of a perfect union.

I understand now that the truth reveals divergent paths. Are there no rules when it comes to love, should there BE so much hurt and disappointment for such a wondrous thing?

Woe, I say, for the aggrieved soul that is floating, as a bit of flotsam doth float in the sea, to recover a loss, is like waiting on the fallen rain to grow a single flower, slow as time passes, yet, fully and meaningful.

Once again, life starts anew, and leaves the weathered and confused soul to recover.

Cheers!!!

 

 

 

A Touching Birthday Present

 

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Today, I received a very late Birthday present from a friend of mine I haven’t seen in 12 years. Years ago, when I was in school, we used to hang out, drink together, tell each other everything, and got in trouble often.

The years passed, I got my first job and she moved away to New England somewhere. At first, we used to write letters to each other, (Remember what letters are?), and of course the usual phone calls, but then we slowly drifted apart.

She became the manager of  a prestigious editing firm in Boston, and I was working on my goal to conquer the world by the time I was 30. As time drifted by, our once exuberant and playful friendship turned to a Christmas card once a year followed by nothing at all.

Then today, Federal Express knocks on my door with a package. My curiosity got the best of me since I wasn’t expecting anything and I immediately ripped open the package. Inside, was a beautiful portrait of her and I together when we were both drunk and kissing.

I remembered as I saw this, that another friend of ours, (Who was an art student), took a Polaroid of us, and caught us in the act. Turns out, she was the one who painted the picture from this snapshot. Julia, my friend in Boston, contacted her to paint this picture. OMG, the memories just flooded back, I was back in school again.

I was amazed at how good the likenesses were from just a snapshot. I found a card inside that read, “Never forget the good times, love, Jules.” Thank goodness there was a phone number inside, I grabbed the phone and on the third ring she picked up, “Hello”, she said, well, I started to cry as I heard her voice, and I said “Jules, that was the nicest present I ever got.”

We spoke for two hours and caught up just like it was 20 years ago. We said our farewells and swore that we would always keep in touch. I hung the picture in my bedroom so I could look at it each night and remember the good times on a daily basis.

Until Later…

 

 

 

 

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!