Is this how it is "done" now?

It's been a looooooong time since I was single.

Nine years, in fact.

Dude. *blink*

I was talking to "Muscles" last week (if you're new to my site, he's a body builder that I work with who flirts mercilously with me), and he mentioned his "B.C.P.".

Huh? B.C.P.?

I should have known better than to ask. Heh

In "Muscles" speak, B.C.P. means his BOOTY CALL PHONE.

The man carries TWO cell phones. He calls me on the "friend line" (Is that a compliment? I'm not sure! LOL). The other phone is reserved for any chick he wants to fuck. And THAT is the one he leaves on 24/7.

Mmmmmmkay.

So, of course, I had to ask.... Who the heck does he give that number to?

Well Flowers...... When he is on the ball (there's a pervy joke in there somewhere), he is pretty good at figuring out on the spot who gets what number. Unfortunately for him, he gets his wires crossed occasionally. Though he shaves his head, the man is still a "blonde". ;)

So. Back to who gets what number.

He has two sets of "business cards". One set has the B.C.P. number and one set has the friends/family number, which is the one I have. (It has a motorcycle on it. hehehee) As I mentioned, he typically keeps straight (another joke in there too, I'm sure) who gets the card with the B.C.P. line, and who gets the card with his "real" phone number.

He says the best part about having a B.C.P. number is, he is not always totally sure who the chick is making the Booty Call. He hands out these cards to anyone he wants to see nekkid. I believe "unwrapping a Christmas present" was mentioned.

So, I HAD to ask......were you ever surprised in a BAD way.

Oh man. *giggling* I was not prepared for THIS answer.

Last week, he got a call on the B.C.P.. He couldn't remember the chick, but he liked her voice, and they had a very sexy conversation. He decided to go for it.

Before I go further with this, keep in mind, he is almost 6'3", and a body builder.

Ok.

So, he goes to the chick's house, and knocks on the door. He's got a perpetual hard on, so he is already visibly "excited". The door opens and he doesn't see anyone for a split second, but he hears that sexy voice say "Is that for me?". Then, he says, in some weird sort of slow motion, he feels hands on his cock. He looks down and.....

She's a midget.

Turns out this was a friend of a friend, and he slipped her the wrong card.

So.....my next question was, of course.....did you or didn't you????????

Oh he sure as hell did!

One thing worth noting, and I believe this is a direct quote, spoken in a very pouty voice:

"It wasn't tight.".

That's my Muscles. He never disappoints.

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Still on bloggie vacay for now. I heart you, my pretty Flowers....

A slightly belated Half Nekkid Thursday!

Ok, more than slightly belated. I haven't done HNT since November. Ooopsie! :)

I bought this cute little bit of fur this week. Rawwwwwwr!

Now go give Osbasso lots of kisses!!!!

Brrrrrr it's cold!

At least I get to wear scarves for a change. I heart scarves.

And I like the "rosey" cheeks this weather gives me....

Dude. That pic makes my eyes look HUGE! LOL!

So about the weather.... The way the news people are reporting it, you'd think this cold spell/ice storm thingy we are having in Texas is the end of the frikkin world! The Damn Yankee I married thinks it's hysterical. "We're all gonna DIE!!!!!!!".

Happy Tuesday, my pretty pretty flowers...

Brrrrrrr!

How to make Evie instantly orgasm, without even touching her

....mmmmm....yes baby.....are you ready to slide inside me....?

....no....he says in a low, throaty whisper....I'm ready to slam inside you.

*pant*

FUMBLE!

Uhmm......I guess I am out of the habit of HNT now, so I just plain FORGOT about it last night!

DOH!

Forgive me?

*grovel*



Hold her...squeeze her....don't tease her.....never leave her...

Is it just me....

....or do you sometimes find strength in music?

I had a pretty decent weekend I suppose, despite having something icky swirling around in the back of my mind.

The reason for the ickiness isn't important.

Well, I mean, it IS, but it's not blog fodder.

I have gmail chat on my work computer. I've had a part of the song "Bad" by U2 on my gmail header/thingy/whatever off and on for a couple weeks. I put it on there just because I've always loved the song, but this morning when I logged on to gmail... I really looked at the words. I hopped over to you tube looking for the song...

And I listened. REALLY listened.

"If I could, you know I would. If I could, I would, let it go...surrender.....dislocate..."

Yes.



"...I'm wide awake....I'm not sleeping..."

I feel better now. I think I can blog again.

Thanks to everyone who sent me emails asking why I have barely posted lately.

I heart you, my pretty pretty flowers.

:)

Happy National Hangover Day....errr...I mean...

Happy New Year...

*grrrrrrrrrrroan*

*whimper*