The ranting and ravings of a 40ish man that is morally twisted and the way he came to be.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The beginning
I have decided to start from the beginning. I was born in major city in the central part of the USA. It was in the early 60's 1964 to be exact. Parents were not marrid when i was concieved, of course i have never been told that, but being the wizard of math that i am. Born in may, parents married the in october the year before. For the simple folks out there that is not 9 months.
I never was told i was premature, so i guess they were doing the deed before they were hitchec. My mom was the ripe old age of 16. Dad was 20. Not to much exciting about my birth or early years. Parents were divorced about the time i was 4. My dad had a lot of girlfriends and i dont remember mom dating very much. Of course i do remeber spending alot of time at my grandparents.
I guess it was a typical childhood. Rode my bike played with my buddies and tried to stay out of trouble. Unlike his childhood http://doing-time.blogspot.com/, i like this guy. I dont remeber being to attracted to any girls when i was youngster, should have had a sex life like steve http://certifiedsexwhacko.blogspot.com/, now that guys gets some action.
Went to school until the sixth grade in the big city then moved to the country. Of course not sure our small town was like hers http://www.smalltownsex.blogspot.com/. Her small town sounds a little more happening. I did not really get into the girls until high school. More on this later Twisted
I know this blog jumps all around. But i was thinking today about a funny (some may say wierd) thing that happened to me one time. After i graduated i worked for a friend of mines dad at a family business. It was a service company of sorts. I was at the ripe old age of 19.
The type of work i was involved in, was regulated by the state. At the end of each winter before spring the state would put on an informative meeting of sorts to go over new regulations and applications that applied to our job. Now the state i lived in at that time would set up a hospitality booth with free liquor. At that time you had to be 18 to purchase beer so i was in like flynn.
We had a few cold beers or 50. And where enjoying some drunken video games. I was sitting out side the club located in the hotel we were staying in. I was munching on some chocolate at the time. I being the big pussy i was at that time ( i was also still a virgin) more on that story later. I was checking out the ladies that where entering and leaving the club.
A middle aged man that was dressed nice approached me and asked if i was staying by myself or my family. Back then i never thougt a thing about being approached by a guy. See i am about 6'4 245 lbs at that time and could handle myself. I answered that i was staying with a few guys that we were attending a conf. He walked back and forth for a few minutes, then told me that what he was going to tell me was 100% true. ???? He started telling me that he had a lady in his room that needed some. I said in my best innocent voice, " needs some what" ? He said you know what i mean, you need it and she needs it, well i am a little slow and was alot drunk and i realized what he was taking about. He had a lady in his room that needed to be fucked! I said what the hell? He said that he wanted me to bring a few guys with me, no more than 3, he gave me the room number. I waited for him to walk past my buddy, i ran to my buddy and told him the deal. He would not believe me, so we went back to the room and woke up B.J. the dude who was crashing with us. Now B.J. would fuck a snake if someone held its mouth closed.
B.J. wakes up and we tell him the deal. He wants to know the room number. Now i am thinking to myself, i have never had any pussy, and my first time is not going to be in front of a group so i am going to decline! They call the guy in the room and he said to bring a few guys down to his room and fuck his ole lady! I tell them that they are crazy, and to leave there wallets iin the room in case the dude tries to rob them. Now i can see the room from our room across the parking lot. They go down to the room and knock on the door and enter. I am freaking out, i think how am i going to tell the boss how his workers got killed. About 10 minutes later the other dude who was crashing with us comes back i tell him the whole story, he freaks and says they are going to get robbed. He calls the room and asked to talk to his buddies. They get on the phone and about 5 minutes later come out of the room.
They get back to the room and tell us that this chick about 40 was laying in a bed naked, said she was covered up from the tits down. The old guy is sitting in a chair and is spanking his monkey and hitting some rush (a little canister of shit that gives you about a 20 sec high). They said that the ole lady was hot from the chest up but was a little on the flabby side from the tits down. We watched that room for about the next few hours and at least 20 guys went in and out of that room. Now as a grown man i know about swingers now, but back in the early 80's it was not as well known.
See maybe some of the things i do and think are a cause of my upbringing. twisted
Ok I am sure there are some more messed up people than me. Hell i read the news i read alot of blogs i know all of us are different. Some of us are just a little different that the rest!
You have read the previous posts, i am not sure i can blame my upbringing on my ancestors, but damn if i want to take responsibility for itI think things were definetly different in the "good ole days". I mean how can anyone younger than 40 not think about how much fun it would have been to live in the times of sex drugs and rock and roll!
No one likes to wear a rubber, condom, jimmie whatever you care to call it. I guess i am one of the lucky ones, i had unprotected sex a time or 2, or 20. And never ended up with any vd, babies or even crabs. But lets face it, times have changed, i am sure if i was single i would buy stock in a condom company. Maybe get them to pay me in codoms instead of dividends.
So what do you think, would you go back in time and live in the 60's. have multiple partners and sex where, when and with whoever if you could??
I will try and keep this site updated more Twisted
Well the big lovers holiday is over. I did not partcipate. I guess i should tell you a little more about me, i am married (3rd time around). I have been in this one for about 3 years. The first year was pretty good, the next ok, and this last one really sucks. Or I should say no one is getting sucked so that is why i dont like it.
I guess i am a really a twisted kind of guy, i love getting head, blowjobs the ole knob slobbed. But there is not any of this going on at my house, at least not while i am there. I feel it is only fair to admit that i love to eat pussy, nothing better than a nice tight wet pussy YUMMY! But there is not much of that going on at my house either. I dont know what the problem is, i guess after being married 2 times before that i would be able to pinpoint a problem and get it resolved. But i can't fix something that i dont think is broken!
Lets see- I found the new wifie while i was still married to the 2nd wife. That marriage only lasted about 2 years and i was out of it emontionally after about the first 6 months. I hated being married to #2 and was looking for away out. So working a job where i had unlimited internet usage and time to chat i meet the current ball and chain on the internet ( i know it sounds crazy) but i had also met wifey #2 on the net thru an add on yahoo personals. So what better place to look that on the internet for #3. I did not go in search of #3, but stumbled upon the women of my dreams. She liked to have a few beers, she liked to have alot of sex, she liked the same type of music. And she has very large breast! I will admit i am a sucker for a nice rack. After the divorce was over with #2 and we got to know each other better, she told me she would never turn down sex. Well as most married men know, that only last until the ring goes on the finger, then you ask for sex and get the finger!
I dont know what you have to do to keep a woman happy. I guess i never will. I think the only thing that will keep them happy is if you send home the paycheck and find a job out of the country and dont ask them to cook or clean or have sex! Maybe that is my problem i want to much. I want a semi-clean house, something to eat and some sex every month or two. Is that to much to ask?
I had an affair during marriage number 1, that is what ended it. Only because i chose to leave with the little filly instead of staying with the wife and kids. Stupid me! But one good thing about her was that she was a freak in bed! I mean she was a sex addict, she could never get enough, i mean never. She loved to suck cock, and she swallowed! I remember the first time we had sex was in her fathers office building. It was outstanding, and i had her bent over a bar type stool in the service center with the front door unlocked watching out the window in case anyone pulled up out front. One of the hottest times i ever had, and i mean ever. Noting better than banging the bosses daughter with the chance of getting caught and she is so wet she is dripping down both legs and letting your cum shoot hard into her hot wet little pussy. Now boys that is one hell of a valentines gift! For the man that has every thing!
Thats it for today more about my morally twisted life later.
Well from my previous posts you can see where a man might be headed in the wrong path if he followed his elders. My parents were divorced when i was young, about 4. I watched my father date several different women as i grew up, he would have a girlfriend for a few weeks to a few months. Then there would be a new one, i guess my mother dated alot to, i lived with her but did not notice this as i spent all my weekends with my fathers parents.
Now my grandfather was not as much of a rounder when i was a kid, he did like to have a drink from time to time but i never knew about any ladies that he dated while i was around. He treated my grandmother ok, i guess.
The funny think was that he always had a bottle of something to drink under the sink when i was growing up, my grandmother would have me dump it down the sink ( i guess he would have kicked her ass, but never said a word to me) so i just did what she told me. He was my buddy took me fishing alot and took me to work with him on the weekends. He never had a real job, 9 to 5. He worked for a t.v. repairman doing deliveries. When i was big enough he would let me help him pickup the t.v.'s. Now you old folks like me will remember that a t.v. had tubes back then and were really kind of heavy. You youngsters probably have no idea what i am talking about.
I have 2 siblings, both sisters. My mom remarried a few times while i was a kid and we moved to a small town when i was in jr high. A whole new world to me, the country. I would have to say that it was a good thing for us kids, we did not drink or smoke, do drugs or get into have as much trouble as we would have if we had stayed in the big city. Well that is enough for today, be back on tuesday!
Its a damn shame that we all have to work for a living! But i guess not everybody can be born into money. I have had several jobs in my life time, but not really any careers. I guess i am a perfect example of why you should go to school and get a degree.
My first job- I worked for an old man doing what every he needed me to do for, get this 1.00 per hour. Yep that is right one big fat green dollar per hour! I would mow his intire yard for 100 pennies. I would rake his yard for 2 fifty cent pieces! The only real good thing about the job is that on saturdays i would get to ride for an hour each direction in the back of his truck and get paid for it.
See he bought fire wood from other guys for 15.00 a rick and then would haul it to the big city and sell it for 40.00 to 50.00 dollars a rick. If you did not grow up in the country or did not have a fire place, a rick is the measurement that most people sell wood in.
So now that i have went on and on about nothing, i now work for a small company sitting behind a computer all day. Being bored out of my mind! Oh but one good thing i am writing all this blog from work, so it aint to bad!
I come from a long list of morally twisted men. My grandfather (god rest his soul) was quite the rounder. He married my grandmother when she was all of 19, moved her to the big city, tied her to a chair and proceeded to cut all of her hair off. Since i was not born yet, naturally i heard this story second hand. She had hair to her waist and he cut it above her shoulders. I guess this was his way of showing her who the boss was!
I dont think to many women would still be around after the hair cut today. I guess times were different then. Men where the boss and women were like children, they were meant to be seen and not heard!
I dont think women should be treated that way, and i am sure that my grandmother hated it. But for some reason she loved him dearly, she might cuss him or say a bad word agaisnt him but you bet your sweet ass she would not allow anyone else to say a thing about him. The important thing to note here is that my grand daddy used to go out and get drunk pick up a woman bring her home and fuck her in my grandmothers house and then make her get up and fix them breakfast before grandpa would take the girl home!!
Hows that for a fine upstanding husband. To top this off my grandmother never learened to drive and would buy him a new car. He would get liquored up and wreck it and she would pay to get it fixed. If that aint twisted what the hell is???
Well after reading several blogs in the last few months i have decided to start one of my own. A little about me, married (more times than i care to admit) male 40ish. Are as the title of oneone of my favorite sitcoms would read married with children.
So what do i do with my life now, you ever get the feeling that life has no meaning? That your not sure where your headed or how you will get there? Not sure what the future holds or if you even care to find out? Not sure you even care to get out of bed? Some days are not even worth waking up for!
I have not had the best relationships in my life but i am sure that mine are better than some. I plan to tell you in this blog how i came to arrive at this place in my life and maybe together we can decide where i need to go next!
Well this is the beginning and i promise you that as you read about the twisted things i have been thru that it is all true and i am not making any of this up!!!
