Last weekend Hubby just could not get enough sex. I don't know what it was, he didn't know what it was either, but the desire was never ending and that man could not keep his hands off of me. We kept going until we ran out of condoms. I was actually on the verge of calling HIM insatiable, lol.

Monday morning he left for his annual conference in San Diego. Usually we join him, but we've been many times and decided to pass this year. We mostly hung around the house, except for yesterday when we headed to Half Moon Bay. My friend Beth and family lives there, right at the beach and we had a nice relaxing day. Well, except we went and donated blood. She'd already had an appointment, so I decided to join her. We both kinda freak over needles, but were gonna push past it. Ironically, her iron was too low and she couldn't do it, but I still did it. Then we went out to eat and back to their house for a rousing game of Pictionary. It was fun!!

Hubby called as I was backing in to the driveway, just getting home, Youngest asleep in the back and Eldest immediately hopping out and heading for a late night round of video games. We talked for a while, as we had every night. He asked if I'd gotten condoms when I went to Costco the other day. When I told him I had, he told me to be prepared to use up the whole box when he gets home...there are 40 condoms in the box!

I was in the shower when he got home. If the kids weren't home, wanting some Dad time too, I'd have pulled him right in the shower with me. But instead we shared a very nice wet kiss. However, once I was out of the shower, I was barely able to comb my hair out before the bedroom door was closed and locked. It felt like it did back when we were first going out and hadn't seen each other in a couple of days. Lots of love and passion. Not that we don't usually have that, lol. It was just...really nice.

I have a feeling that, in between family time, it's gonna be an...umm...energetic weekend of love!!

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Okay let us discuss the basic differences between men and women.
I asked my wife two or three nights ago what would be her next day off. She said this coming Friday and next week it will be Tuesday and Thursday and the next week after that I will be on my regular rotation of Monday and Wednesday but after that I will have to switch to Monday and Tuesday due to Christmas approaching.
After she spouted off all the shit I didn't need or want to know She said You aren't even listening to me you are back to watching the football game. I said No I listened intently until you answered my question and after you did that then I went back to watching the football game. That pissed her off.

Just got out of the jail, which was followed by a trip to the hospital. Not fun typing one handed, which I will explain. I was pulled over because the cop said my light over my license plate was out. Other than the inconvenience, everything was going Ok. I asked the cop if I could go take a look quick, as my car was just in the body shop. I was rear ended, and the back of my car needed work.
He said fine, so I walked back, and sure enough, there was tape over it. THe tape had paint that matched my car. I showed it to the officer, and that the light was fine.
He said he would run my plate and license and be right back. I got back in the car expecting to be let go. He comes back, says he is giving me a ticket for the light not working. I said that it was, the body shop just forgot the tape. He said that since it was covered, he could cite me.
I told him "What the fuck ever, see you in court on this one"
He tells me to get out of the car. I do, and he throws me against the car and starts to cuff me. I yell at him demanding to know why.
He threw me to the ground, and puts his knee in my back. I do nothing to antagonize him, hoping there is a camera in his car. As he is pulling my other arm back, he does not let it rotate and starts screaming "QUIT RESISTING!" I am in pain as he is pulling my arm out of the socket "My arm does not bend that way!"
Eventually there is a pop, I can feel things inside tearing and I am out. I wake up in a cell, arm will not work, whoe body hurts. I finally get a chance to call someone, so I call my father who is an attorney. He came down, bailed me out, and in checking my wounds found taser marks. He asked me about it, but I do not remember getting tasered. I recounted it all, and he was skeptical. I asked if the police had cams now (I heard rumors, but never felt compelled to check, never thought I would need to know)
He said they did, so he made a call, and got the recorder while my mom took me to the hospital.
Dislocated shoulder, turn rotator cuff, torn ligaments, broken collar bone, cracked ribs, and they count 18 different taser wounds. Not sure if that means 18 times I was tasered, or 9 times (2 marks per tasering)
Now, this happened in a city that is not where I live.Not even the same county. My dad is the city attorney where we live, and he felt no problems rocking the boat where this cop is at. He is pressing charges against him. Good to have someone in my corner that knows the rules, and managed to get the dash cam before they could erase it.
The doctors are not sure how well my arm would heal. They have to let the swelling go down a bit, but I have to go into surgery this weekend. I have been advised to wait on any lawsuits until after this cop is taken care of. If I do not look greedy, just down trodden (how hard will that be at the moment) I can get more sympathy. Honestly, all I want is to pay all the bills, and if my arm is not what it was before, to be compensated for that. Oh, and for this cops life to be ruined. As much as I hate to take anyone else down, I hope he is married with a family, just so he has to deal with them leaving him. I would feel bad for the family, but if it could cause him more pain. I want him put in prison for felony assault and put in genereal population where all the scumbags can take turns turning his asshole inside out. When the wind blows, I want his ass to whistle.
I want it to be worse each time he is violated. When he gets used to the largest cock, I want them to start shoving arms and other objects up there.
I want his arms yanked back like he did me. Have his arm dislocated just as the guy drops a load in his ass.
When he is out of prison, I want him peniless and homeless. I want him wandering the streets, filthy and hopeless. I want him sobbing as he dies alone.
You might say this is a bit harsh, but I don't think so. He abused his power. I got upset, and told him I would see him in court. If he was confident in his choice to cite me, he should have looked forward to it. I questioned his authority, and he beat the shit out of me. I just wish I could have fought back.

I knew my husband was messing around on me. But just never could catch him. I cut my leg with razor while shaving looked in his shaving kit for that little pen that stops you from bleeding. Well Well i found condoms and K-Y jelly i knew we never used either of the two. So I got a syringe filled it with Hot Pepper Juice and injected it into the K-Y Jelly Tube. Oh what a blistered Dick he had I only hope she got a little feel of it to. Happly Divorced

Why I Carry a Gun.
My old grandpa said to me, "Son, there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin' knuckles and starts bustin' caps and usually it's when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin'." I don't carry a gun to kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed. I don't carry a gun to scare people. I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place. I don't carry a gun because I'm paranoid. I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world. I don't carry a gun because I'm evil. I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world. I don't carry a gun because I hate the government. I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government. I don't carry a gun because I'm angry. I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared. I don't carry a gun because I want to shoot someone. I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon. I don't carry a gun to make me feel like a man. I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love. I don't carry a gun because I feel inadequate. I carry a gun because unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate. I don't carry a gun because I love it.. I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me." Police Protection" is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do not protect you from crime; they investigate the crime after it happens. and then try to clean up the mess. Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too old to take an ass whoopin'."..author unknown (but obviously brilliant)
Remember the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes. The Average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 Feet Per Second

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They lay on the white sand beach, as the breeze gently touched them. She felt his hand lightly stroke her stomach, and she opened her eyes to see him looking at her. She returned his gaze, thinking of all the years they had loved each other. He moved his hand between her legs, lowering her bikini, stroking her there, while his other hand moved aside her top, and he kissed her nipples, sucking them as they became hard. He moved down between her legs and parted her pussy lips, touching and looking at her as he loved to do. He then began to kiss and lick her clit, slowly making it hard. As she became excited, she grasped his leg, pulling him up along side of her, and she held his hard cock in her hand, stroking him as he became harder. She licked the head of his cock in a circular motion, then put it in her mouth, sucking up and down while her hand circled the base. As her clit became engorged, his excitement rose, and he licked harder and faster, while she sucked his now rock hard cock. He took her to the brink of orgasm and slowed, making her pleasure last longer. She was lost in desire and the rhythm of their bodies. He licked her clit hard and fast and her orgasm began. She sucked his cock very hard as she came, squeezing her hand around it and squeezing his head between her thighs. He began to cum, squirting his cum down her throat as she swallowed, as they both moaned in pleasure. As they slowly relaxed and let go of each other, she said, "I sure do love you, Babe." He stroked her hair and gave her the lazy smile she loved so much.

On this Valentines Day, she wanted him to know how much she truly loved him. She looked into his beautiful brown eyes, and smiled as she kissed him. She teased his tongue with hers, and felt his excitement. She ran her hands down his chest, lightly pinching his nipples, all the while teasing his tongue with hers. She felt his heart begin to pound and his body get warmer. She felt her own excitement rise, throbbing between her legs in anticipation. Their breathing became fast while still kissing, they helped each other out of their clothes. He kissed down her neck, using his tongue, as she held him tight. He licked her hard nipples, as she arched her back. He kissed lower, down her stomach until he reached his favorite place, her pussy. He licked her hard clit, up and down, over and over. He put his finger into her, and loved the wetness there that he had caused. This time she could not hold back for long, and let herself go with his insistent tongue into a powerful orgasm, squeezing her legs around his head as ripple after ripple of exquiste pleasure enfolded her. As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her legs, and he licked her cum from her. He then moved up her body, held her in his arms and put his hard cock into her waiting pussy. She held him tightly as he thrust inside of her, over and over. She whispered in his ear, "I love you" as he exploded into his orgasm. As he began to relax, she smiled and said Happy Valentines Day, my love.

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