Wednesday, June 23, 2010

One Second Movie Review - "Whip It"

Don't see it.  Roller Derby girls - they mean girls, like, adolesent.  Haven't been this disappointed since I found out that "bi-lingual" means she can speak two languages.

Friday, June 18, 2010

On the Bike Path


Once upon a time... in the summertime...

my lovely lady has a bike path near her place - wide, paved, and about 20 miles long or something, they tell me, with overpasses and an underpass that looks pretty dang scary even at dusk, let alone dark - but we headed out on foot at dusk, made it through the underpass - I wasn't worried till we got in it, seems designed for bad things to happen - out the other side, walking along as it got pretty dark pretty fast. At some point we saw a truck up the bank with the doors open, so I figured someone was partying, but we never saw or heard anybody at all, and got to an area where we could see ballpark lights - still, pretty dark.

On the left was a rail fence then a steep concrete bank down twenty feet or more to the river, which was currently dry... she was wearing a skirt, no panties, and after a few little spankings - she loves to be spanked outdoors - she climbed up on the fence. I was wearing short work boots and these soft brown pants like fancy jeans - cowboy jeans, tight and straight - and a smooth brown leather belt probably two inches wide, which I took off and strapped her with. My rule is that if I have to take off my belt, she goes down on me, so when she got off the fence she knelt down and took me in her mouth awhile, but didn't bring me off so I could take her later.

She likes to feel the belt in my hand so I let it dangle down across her back while she sucked me. When I'd had about all I could take I put her back up on the fence and gave her a bit more, hard.

We had been done maybe two minutes when the whole place is completely lit up... a police cruiser is rolling down the bike path with headlights and a searchlight, keeping us safe (though I'm pretty sure he didn't go under the scary-looking underpass). By then I had my belt back on...

I had had my back to him and her face was in my crotch, so I'm not sure how much notice we would have gotten - and even if I'd gotten my fly closed I'd be standing there with my belt in my hand... every jurisdiction is different and every cop has a perspective, but nothing good could have come of it...

but it did all work out...