I’ve been reading a lot of thought-provoking posts on blogs lately. They are all incredibly amazing writers with many offering candid, revealing truths. So, I wanted to offer this confessional that I just couldn’t allow to burn within my inner being another second.
These writers have inspired me to keep pushing the envelope. To continually think outside of the box and reach for all that is possible. Being an incredibly private person I’ve often left a lot of my personal life in safe concealment out of a long-standing ingrained mechanism of self-preservation.
An enlightenment occurred as I began to share my non-fictional writing in a public forum a year and a half ago. They liked me, right now, they really liked me! All two of them. I soooo wanted to high-five Sally Field with the mutual bond she and I now had. I had written creative true life stories all of my life but now, sharing them openly, was becoming incredibly cathartic.
Which leads me to taking you down a far different path in this missive than you’re used to from this guy. To unabashedly reveal to you how imperfect I can be at any given moment just as I was on this particular occasion. It was a Saturday evening as I sat at home pondering any and all possible plans. I had reflected recently that life was flying by at mach speed and I needed to make some changes.
It was time to board the Crazy Train and see where it might take me. To do something obscenely against the rules. To think outside the box and take some chances. I would, for once, dismiss any worry about what judgment might be passed upon me by friends, family or co-workers. IF I got caught. I shotgunned my first beer then slammed another using my bare wrist to smugly wipe away the drops of suds that were left dripping off of my lips. With that courage juice I felt a pat on the back from Anheuser-Busch that told me tonight I could be my own Clydesdale.
I was going to channel my inner Joel. Sometimes you have to say, what the fuck…
I looked at my faithful Golden Retriever, Phoenix. My best friend and companion of 10 1/2 years now. Standing regally and loyally next to me, always my protector. The soothing feeling I have always known that he will maintain my confidence, privacy and secrets forever. Yet again he offered me his usual reassurance here:
Past My Curfew has always been what I consider a PG site. Family friendly and something Disney no doubt has wished they could model a fun park after. But, the Blogger Rating Guild has deemed this specific post to be Rated R. I ask please, that you have the children leave the room until you have finished reading from this point on. It’s just not appropriate for young, impressionable eyes.
Ok…let’s jump right in…
They relaxed and murmured while basking amongst themselves. Passing secrets back and forth just within earshot of my already overwhelmed thoughts.
My blood was pumping with adrenalin when they chose to go hot tubbing. Giggling, squealing and shouting that they were going to be the best sizzling goodness I had ever experienced. Their estrous cycles had become an orchestrated sin to send me over the edge. This was my first time ever and I was giddy as a school boy.
Sweet Baby Ray came to the party next, followed by a hot seductress from the Ranch. Lastly was the ever wanting Ms Honey Mustard who made eye contact with me. We both felt the instant chemistry. We wanted each other badly. She whispered softly in my ear, “I’m going to be a party in your mouth, baby…”
They all went to the table encouraging me to join in as the excitement of adolescent years gone by stirred inside of my soul. The inside of my mouth became warmer and wetter. I began licking my lips with anticipation, nostrils flaring, weak to deny myself of what all the innuendoes had built up within me.
For those who have followed me, you know I often give shout outs to other bloggers to thank them for all of their support to Phoenix and I. Today my big thank you goes to my blogger friend, Kristi. She reminded me of being in the moment and hence inspired this very post.
She shares the most fascinating stories on her blog relating to her family, life experiences and every emotion across the spectrum. What will truly move you are her thoughts, emotions and experiences with her adorably cute son, Tucker. Click on over to Finding Ninee and discover the magic yourself! Thank you so much for all of your kindness and support, Kristi!