1.13.2005
- Never microwave good fettecuine alfredo. No matter how good it tasted the night before (and it was ooooooo so orgasmicly good) the second it hits the microwave, it turns into this oily mess. Can someone please tell me why? It's not like this is the first time, anyone with a brain would have learned over the years to stop saving leftovers from italian restaurants, but no, not me. So, here I sit, rumbling grumbling belly dejectedly regarding a blue bowl filled with noodles surrounded by a sea of yellow oil.
So, I decided to put off eating for a few minutes to post a bit in here. I have been looking around today, and have found some interesting blogs, very inspiring, but I just haven't been able to pull off writing erotica while at work. For one thing, the men that come through my office are definitely not inspiring, and will ruin any mood I manage to drum up, and for two things, getting caught just doesn't do it for me, to His dismay. So, I will have to be content with a simple ponder, rather than a porn.
Speaking of inspiration, I have added a link to Stile on the left side. If you scroll down, there are a few videos of a man fisting himself, as well as one of another man taking a girls arm past the elbow up his ass. Very interesting. Quite frankly, though I had read about such occurrences, I had not believed that it was physically possible until yesterday. After watching the latter video, and measuring my arm against His body, I realized that acting out the video would put my fist approximately in his stomach. He says everything stretches and pushes out of the way (and how would he know? I can't even get a finger up his ass!) but I'm skeptical. If anyone would like to explain exactly how the afore mentioned phenomenon is achieved, please, do so!