Part Three?

Um, so I guess that I’ve bored you all with my Thanksgiving posts. The good stuff is still coming up though!! Does anyone want to hear about me breaking part of the inside of my car while in the middle of an awesome orgasm while on the interstate while truckers and other people in tall vehicles could see me?

Part two.

So we left the next morning for North Dakota and arrived at my parents’ house at 6pm. The four of us went out for dinner and it was actually pleasant. The whole time I just kept thinking, “smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.” My mother surprised me by being tolerable, and my dad refrained from any anti-gay, anti-black, anti-anything garbage for once. He’s quite the religious freak. I have nothing against my parents being religious, but I do have something against a man who will sit there and claim that gays getting married would adversely affect him. There’s just no rational explanation for anyone thinking that gay marriage would hurt them. It’s like saying that if Hank in Florida cuts his toenails at 6:09pm on Tuesday that Joe in Montana will get a migraine.

The week progressed well. I was mad that there wasn’t even winter weather up there. It looks like I’m not going to see winter at all this year. Oh well, at least I saw it snow in Dubuque for an hour a few weeks ago. That’ll have to do me for the whole year.

Something happened on Wednesday that has never happened in my entire life. My brother apologized for hurting my feelings. We had been playing a new game that is basically like a combination of a spelling bee and Monopoly. Well, there is a particularly evil rule that if you land on a certain space after being sent to dentention(jail) you are automatically out of the game. Of course I landed on it. I got up from the table and let the other three keep playing. I was visibly upset because I didn’t want to just sit there by myself for the next hour or so until the game was over. Stupid rule!! Near the beginning of the game my brother made a comment that kind of pissed me off. I chose to ignore it in the interest of family sanity. He said that he was “by far” the best speller in the family. About 10 mintues later he said it again and this time I couldn’t ignore it. I looked him in the eye and said, “Oh yeah?” He stared me down and said, “Yes, I’m the one who used to read the dictionary just to learn how to spell new words.” Shortly after he said this, he failed to spell the word “boudoir.” It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Then on his next turn he failed to spell “Oedipus.” After failing that word/name he actually had the audacity to say that he was the only one in the family that should even know how to spell that word since he knows the most about it. Well folks, I was an Humanities/English minor in my undergrad. I read the play, studied the Oedipus Complex in psychology class, and in general know how to spell the freaking word. Nobody in my family has less than two degrees; we’ve all been in LOTS of school. He guessed: edipos!!!!!!! His arrogance was really starting to hurt my feelings because it was obviously aimed at me. He’s insanely jealous of me because I didn’t drop out of grad school like he did. Actually he got kicked out because he’s an ass and burned all of his bridges. Basically, he’ll never earn another degree in his field again. He’s working at a pizza place and is obviously unhappy. One of the things I hate about my family is the feeling that we are all in competition with each other. I hate it when I participate in such things, but it’s really hard to avoid because I’m a weak person. Anyway, after I was unceremoniously kicked out of the game he mocked me because I was crying and basically made me feel like crap. It seems so petty and stupid now, but I was really upset.

I left and went to a coffee shop to cool off for awhile. Eventually my mother called me to ask what kind of pizza I wanted for supper. That’s how my family operates. They (we) fight and then 10 minutes later it’s back to normal again. It didn’t even occur to her that I might still be upset about how my brother treated me. I eventually came home at the insistance of my husband. What made me finally decide to come back was the guilt I started to pile on myself for leaving my husband alone with those freaks.

I got back and finally got up the nerve to go upstairs to talk to my parents and see what was going on. He overheard my comment about not wanting to talk to him in the forseeable future and called me into the office where he was sitting at the computer. We actually talked for a few mintues and he APOLOGIZED. He actually said the words, “I’m sorry.” He explained the obvious to me: he is unhappy with quitting school and messing up in general. He’s sick of working at a stupid pizza place, sick of living in a far away state (his wife is in grad school there), and was taking it all out on my because he was jealous of me and my success. I was floored and speechless. When I regained my composure I thanked him for being honest with me, and then my husband, brother, and I went out to do some last minute grocery shopping before Thanksgiving.

Part three is forthcoming.

Thanksgiving is over…..finally.

I’ve been meaning to get to this post for the last two days, but I never seemed to find time to sit down and just get it done. I went home for Thanksgiving. Actually I was out of town for a week and when I got home Saturday I was exhausted.

All week long I’ve been thinking of great topics for a massively long blog post, but now that I sit down to write I can’t remember everything I wanted to write about. Usually when I spend time with my husband 24 hours a day for a week I get at least a little sick of him. It’s only normal, right? Well this time I found myself enjoying every minute we were together. I liked him more and more each day as the week progressed. It’s such a nice feeling knowing that I genuinely like spending time with him.

We left town the Sunday before Thanksgiving and stayed that night in Minneapolis. It’s about halfway to my home town in North Dakota, and it’s a good way to break up the 13+ hour drive. We had used priceline to get a nice hotel room in a suburb right off the interstate. We arrived in the afternoon, checked in, and immediately fucked. We just couldn’t help ourselves. I was cold and had snuggled under the blankets on the big comfy bed, and when he joined me our clothes came off and he fucked me hard from behind. I think the maids in the hallway heard us because when we finished we left to go to a movie and they kind of smiled at us funny. We went to see the movie Borat. I think it might possibly be the most funny movie I’ve ever seen. I loved it. After the movie my husband and I went downtown to eat at the Spaghetti Factory. We ate at one on our honeymoon so every time we’re in a town that has one we make a point of eating there. It was a lovely meal. We went back to the hotel and decided to take a swim in the hotel pool since it was open 24 hours. The water was sooooooo cold, but we braved it anyway. Once we got used to the water temperature it wasn’t so bad.

To continue on the honeymoon theme we were all over each other. Since we were alone in the pool area we got a little more “pornographic” than we usually would in a pool. Yeah, I’m sure the security cameras were showing what we were doing, but I didn’t mind sharing with some bored hotel employee. We kissed in the water and that eventually progressed into the top of my bathing suit being pulled up and my hand in his swim trunks. We played around some more and got progressively more and more horny. Next we went into the sauna, mainly to warm up a bit, but also to have more fun. Once we were in there he was all over me. He pushed me back on the bench and licked my pussy, then after a while he repositioned and fucked me. Now we can add sauna to the list of places we’ve fucked. It was fun knowing we might get caught any minute.

When we were done in the pool area we went back up to the room and showered together. I think we had a handicapped accessible room because we had a removeable showerhead. After washing and fondling each other for what seemed like an hour we dried off and climbed into bed. It was such a comfortable bed………

Ok, I’ll write more later. This is taking too long, and I have things to do! Stop in later for another installment of my exciting trip to ND.

It wasn’t so bad.

My husband made my birthday a pretty good day. He ended up getting me two surprise gifts. One was something I had asked for, but the other was completely out of left field. The violin case was a much needed upgrade, and I picked it out myself. I just didn’t know if he had ordered it in time. Well, he did because he gave it to me the night before my birthday.

Then I got home last night after teaching for a grueling 5h hours. I was feeling extremely depressed, and I couldn’t figure out why. I think it was because I came home to an empty house on my birthday. Well, my husband called me and told me to look outside the front door. I did and there was a package out there. He told me to open it and inside was an electric violin. That’s right, an ELECTRIC violin. It’s red and not entirely shaped like a violin. It’s really cool, and very fun to mess around with. It totally made my day. He knew just what to get me to surprise the hell out of me. He’s such a sweetheart sometimes.

So, now I have to spend all day today getting ready for my big trip to ND. I’m dreading the long drive, and I’m dreading seeing my parents. At least my husband will be with me this time to buffer the suffering for me. I’m really looking forward to seeing my dad and my grandparents. My brother will also be there. I just have to avoid my mother and things will be ok.

In other news, this blog is almost a year old. I can’t even believe that…..

It’s my birthday.

Well, today is my birthday. I’ve been telling everyone that I’m 21 (for the 9th time). Yep, that makes me 29 today. Kind of a crappy birthday. Like 19 - not a milestone, but close. My husband got me a wonderful gift and a very cute card. But that is the extent of my birthday celebrations. Nobody else around me even knows it’s my birthday, and I have to teach all afternoon and evening. Kinda sucks…

Confidence Rising.

Ever since my weekend escapade I have had an amazing amount of confidence. I feel like I can do just about anything. I am ususally a little scared when I’m out in public that people will look at me. I know it’s crazy, but I always think people are going to make fun of me. Well, on Sunday I went to Best Buy with my husband and when we were checking out I had to run back to the printer aisle to grab another think of ink. While I walked back there by myself I caught a worker seriously checking me out and smiling at me. He actually caught my eye and it felt really good. Usually I would be looking at the floor while I walk and not even notice.

It’s amazing what a guy picking me up in a bar and then fucking me can do for my confidence. I have to do this more often!!!!!!

I did it!

I just fucked a stranger that I met in the hotel bar. I was planning on going out with my friends after the concert, but one of them was feeling sick so nobody went out. But I was not wanting to sit in my room and be bored. So I went to the hotel bar. I sat by myself at a table and started watching a group of guys playing pool. One of them caught my eye and came over and asked if I liked the way he was shooting. I said sure. Then a little later he asked me what my name was and I told him. He must have misunderstood me because a few minutes later when he was introducing me to his buddies he called me Melissa. I just let him think that because anonymity seemed like a good way to go. He bought me a few drinks and asked me to their table. I joined them and watched as they played each other at pool a few more rounds. Then his buddies went upstairs to go to sleep and he stayed downstairs with me. So we get to talking and I basically decide that I’m going to fuck him as long as he has a condom. What can I say? This was the exact fantasy I’ve been dreaming about for years. This was the very first time a man bought me a drink in a bar and tried to get in my pants. THE FIRST!!! So, being the slut that I am I have a few more drinks and then he asks if I’ll play my violin for him. So I decide to invite him to my room to “play for him.” I called my husband quickly from the bathroom of the bar to let him know what was happening. He was all for it so upstairs we went.

This guy, David, is about 6 feet tall, black and has a HUGE cock. I’ve never been with a black man before so that was a nice first for me also. We get to my room and I take out my violin and start improvising a tune for him. Once I finish he came over and asked if he could kiss me. I said yes and he kissed me while I was still holding my violin. His hands were on my belly and I started getting really turned on as we kissed. He has full lips and a wonderfully active tongue. I asked him if he wanted me to put my violin away and he said that he wanted to hear me play some more. I played a little longer and only stopped when he came back over with an obviously huge hard-on. We kissed some more and I could feel myself getting really wet. I was wondering what it would feel like to feel his tongue on my clit.

I didn’t have to wait long. After I put my violin away, he gently undressed me. After I was completely nude and standing in front of him he took his clothes off quickly and his hands were immediately all over me. He gently pinched my nipples, grabbed my ass, touched my belly, and reached down to start rubbing my clit and testing my wetness.

We went over to the bed and he asked if he could lick me. I said of course and he was on me instantly. His tongue felt amazingly good on my clit. He quickly found the spot I like (this REALLY impressed me) and zeroed in on it, licking furiously until I came in his face. It can be very difficult to make me come sometimes, but I was so turned on after playing for him and kissing him that he made me come right away.

After I came down from my orgasmic high I asked if I could suck his cock. What a silly question! lol He lay back on the bed and I got between his legs and took the head in my mouth. I sucked it lightly and worked my way down his cock. His was one of the biggest I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing with. Not quite as wide as my husband, but almost and extremely long. I suck at measurements, but I would say 8″ or so (which is huge in my experience). After sucking him for a few minutes he asked if he could fuck me. I said no unless he had a condom. Luckily this man was smart and produced three from the pocket of his pants.

We started with me on my back with him on top. I love to savor the first time a cock enters my pussy. As his large cock entered me for the first time and went in as far as he could I let out a little sigh of pleasure. He took this as an obviously good sign and started moving in and out. He picked up the pace and fucked me for what seemed like forever. After a while he had me roll over so he could fuck me from behind. This is my FAVORITE position and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He was really fucking me hard. Damn it felt good.

He asked me if I wanted him to just cum inside me in the condom or if I would let him cum on my tits. Well, I told him to cum on my tits and he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and let if fly all over my tits.

We got to the room at about 1:30 and he left at 3:30. Perfect way to spend two hours.

I’m such a slut, and I love it!

First snow.

Yesterday it snowed for about an hour. When the first flakes fell I jumped to my feet and did a little happy dance. There is nothing I love more about fall than the first snow. I’m in love with winter, and I have been since I was a child growing up in the winter wonderland of North Dakota. I don’t mind the cold temperatures. Especially where I live now because the winters here are not quite as nasty as they were in ND. The first thought that jumped in my head when I saw that it was snowing was, “I have to go drive around in it!” So I jumped in my car and went to buy more cold medicine. The flakes were large and wet and it was just beautiful out there. I was hoping that it would last until the sun went down because I love to walk down the street in the softly falling snow at night. But it stopped just before sunset. Oh well, it will happen eventually. I hope anyway.

Today was a good day. We had our dress rehearsal this morning and I’m about to leave for the concert. I haven’t talked to my husband at all today, but I did try to call him before I bought some luggage at a department store today. We’d discussed buying a new set of luggage because we haven’t had any matching stuff since before we were married. So when I found a pretty nice set for only $109 (slashed down from $300!!) I just had to have it. It’s purple (my favorite color) so I hope he doesn’t hate that, but I bought it so he’ll just have to deal with it. I also bought an inexpensive gift for the husband, but I can’t talk about it here because he reads this blog. All in all it was a wonderful afternoon shopping with my friend who ended up buying a gravy boat for himself and his boyfriend. Kind of humourous to go shopping with a guy trying to find a classy looking gravy boat.

After the concert we will be going to the local gay bar to dance the night away and get as drunk as we can handle. I’m sure it will be a very “interesting” night.

I wanna masturbate.

I think I’ll masturbate tonight. I’m on a business trip and I’m feeling kinda horny. Nobody to fuck me so I think I’ll masturbate. Yay me.

Don’t be a loser.

Dear Mia,

Don’t be a loser.

Love,
The Great Dissertation God in the Sky