Saturday, September 30, 2017

Unusual Realization

I was sitting in my mother's kitchen this morning having a chat with her while we watched the clean-up continuing outside and sipping a cup of awesome mom coffee when it dawned on me, it has been a bit more than a month since I have had any sort of sex! That is the longest stretch since my accident which at nearly a year and a half I hope to never repeat! These two periods aside the longest I have typically gone with out some for of sex is a day or two since I was a pre-teen.

But unlike when I was in hospital and broken this time I actually hadn't noticed until yesterday when I met that lovely girl to recover my things. My mother says it is not that unusual, that she and my father did not have sex for nearly a week after Harvey and that I shouldn't worry, my appetites will return. (I sure hope they will!) I said as much to her sitting there and then commented that neither one of us seemed the least put out sitting in her kitchen fully dressed. She said "I hardly call this fully dressed", she is wearing short cut-offs and most of an old t-shirt. "You know what I mean" I told her. I can't remember the last time I had to wear anything in my parents home.

Even so, my typical nature would be to be parading about in as little as possible, trying to get the attention of the workers outside. Right now I have no desire to do that. A few sort weeks ago I might even have been found near a window, naked, legs spread wide, fingers fully engaged just to see if I could make some one drop a tool or something. ;) Today the thought simply draws a breath.

So here I sit kitchen empty, coffee cup empty, soul empty(?) speaking nonsense to the ether and not even a vague dampness between my thighs to comfort me. I think that maybe I just need to get laid.

A Welcome Phone Call


Well it is nice to know that Ziploc can survive a category 4 hurricane!

I have been at my parents place near Katy since the destruction of our community last month. Yesterday I got a phone call from a woman that had found the box I have putting letters and cards and pictures and such into; it was still sealed and completely dry. She said she found it floating down her street in Houston, almost 40 miles from where I lived! Un-bloody-believable!

I met with her today and took possession of the most personal part of my life that I had figured was gone forever. So not only am I thrilled to death, but I have made a new friend and I can now highly recommend Ziploc containers for protecting your personals! Love you folks!

P.S. The woman that returned my box apologized for having to have read a number of the letters that were in the box saying that it was originally necessary to find out who they belonged to. After she knew how to reach me she then confessed that she read several others out of "curiosity" and asked if the things discussed in some were true. I had to smile. I told her that they were all true and if she would like to discuss anything she had read, she knew how to reach me. I hope she calls back, I really do.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Oh My God!

Well I spent last week running, trying to get the horses and myself to a place of safety. I spent the weekend worrying over my family and friends back in Katy, hoping that things would be alright after all Katy is my home.

Well it was. Katy is pretty much gone folks, my parent's place was destroyed as was my sister's home and my oldest brother's home as well. Between then they lost some 20 cattle and almost a dozen horses, and 2 dogs, no family members were hurt thank god. But everyone was in a shelter until yesterday when they were able to get out and head towards Amarillo, we have family there as well and everyone is gathering there.

The disaster of everything though is what happened where I live. Last Thursday it was getting ugly and we knew the storm was coming directly for us so that was why we packed up the horses and their gear and grabbed as much stuff as we could stuff into our trucks. The thing is, we were the only ones that left, every one else was going to ride out the storm. Turns out that wasn't a very good decision.

I found out this morning that a lot of people decided Friday morning that getting the hell out of Dodge sounded like a good idea, the problem was that they should have left when we did. I have spoken with my boss today, finally, and while she and her family are fine our community was completely destroyed. The water is over my porch roof because of how close to the lake my house was, the barn is under water as well. All of the major buildings have been turned into splinters. The pictures she sent me today were from yesterday, they were enough to make you cry.

The worst bit were the number of people she says are in hospital, some are in pretty bad shape. Strangers and people I am friends with as well, I am just shattered. Fortunately, so far no one has died, I hope it stays that way. I wish I could do something to help, anything, but I just don't know what I can do. I feel a bit like a coward having run out before the storm got there, but we had to be sure the horses were safe. Perhaps the thing I could do, I don't know.

Basically, I have lost everything that isn't in my truck, one pair of boots, some clothes, a couple of toys, my western saddle and my aging old laptop. All of my dressage tack and my show boots, my furniture, my picture albums, my box of letters I have been adding to since I was 13, all f my grandmother's china and silver, everything I owned is gone. Again. The only difference is I had nothing to do with it this time.

My former employer has called me and offered me a job and a bed until things work out, and I may do that at least for a while. It has been a long time since I have seen California. But before I can do that, I have to go buy myself a horse trailer and head towards Amarillo and my family.

And before I do that I have to go sit with my horse and cry for a while. I hope all of you are well.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Safe and Dry

I just wanted to post a quick note to say I am both safe and dry. We beat feet out of Katy yesterday when it became clear that we were going to be the landing zone for Harvey. Three trucks full of horses and us and we have camped out near Midland. That should be far enough away from the carnage. I just hope we have someplace to go home to when all is said and done.

Think happy (and dry!) thoughts for all of us.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Last Weekend


Last weekend was a really wet weekend here by the lake so we didn't spend loads of time outside, but since the summer season has begun in earnest there are lots of guests and lots to do. Last Saturday for instance we were having a great cook out when the rain came and drove us all under cover so instead of playing in the lake and on the shore everyone was grouped under the big ramada. Well when you get 30 or 40 naked wet people all pressed together in one space something is bound to come up.

Well it wasn't really very long at all before there were a lot of hard cocks milling around and some enterprising soul, goddess bless her, suggested we have a handjob contest, see who could last the longest. So we got the boys up on the picnic tables and us girls all sat in front of a guy. The agreed rules were simple, Everyone started at the same time, you had to keep stroking the cock in front of you, no stopping. The one who came last won. Oh and you could not use your mouth, this was a handjob contest.

All those guys sitting on the tables having their meat stroked was awesome, especially since we were all trying to not have our guy cum, it must have been tough on the guys I must say. There was some good natured cheating that went on trying to get someone to cum faster by pinching nipples or stroking legs and that sort of thing. but mostly we were kinda serious about it. The first guy to cum was an younger guy, 30ish, shot jizz over 5 or 6 people. There was much giggling at that and she simply kept stroking his now softening but well lubed cock as the contest went on.

After 3 or 4 guys had cum and the place was beginning to spunked up was when the blowjobs began. There was one table with three guys on it and all of them were having their cocks polished by the women in front of them. Once my guy squirted I just gobbled his cock right away so I could get as much of his cum as I could. The entire contest was over in less than 20 minutes to be honest but because of the blowjobs it wasn't too long before some of our contestants had hard-ons again and the the fucking got under way.

That was a great impromptu gang fuck, all of us on tables or the floor or in a few cases in the rain and mud, it was debauchery at its very finest. When everyone was spent and we could fuck no more we stepped out into the rain and rinsed the cum from our bodies and our hair. Kisses were exchanged, nipples licked, bottoms groped, flaccid packages softly squeezed and we all said good night. It was a great time, I hope it happens again!!!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Perfect Nudist Weather

Wow! Today is PERFECT! Absolutely perfect! It is in the middle 80s, with a bit of a breeze, lovely clouds keeping away the bright sunshine and promising rain in the morning, it's just lovely. A perfect day to be outside and naked, nothing like it on earth!

I have the added bonus that I am here on my porch, enjoying this awesome weather with my ice tea next to me as I play little games with myself and watch naked people walk past my house on their way to someplace. I have been imagining having sexual adventures with some of my neighbors, remembering those that I actually have had adventures with, and touching the smooth, soft, warm dampness that is my pussy.

Playing with my self here on the porch is one of my favorite things because it satisfies two of my favorite things in life at once; masturbating and being in public while I do it so that other might see me doing it. I have to admit that more than once my fingering myself on this porch has led directly to an unplanned sexual adventure that have all been worth the effort to be sure.

So today I am going to continue to drink my tea and bask in this glorious weather while I publicly play pussy part and push. ;) Perhaps I might gather in a partner or two to have fun with yet but even if I don't I can still have a wet good time, I like that most of all.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Open Road

Well finally, after quite a long break I am on the road again! OK, I'm not actually competing this year just caring for the horses and practicing with them, making sure my bosses daughter looks good in the saddle. I am totally ok with that! Because it means that at least some of the time any way I am out exploring, driving with the horses and meeting new people that I would never have had the opportunity to get to know back in my safe little cottage by the lake.

Speaking of that little cottage, this is my first road trip that when I am finished and I drive back into the barn I will be driving back to my home! That means a lot to a wanderer like my self. Every time I have traveled before I have always come back to someone else's home, my parents then my boss in California. It was never my home that was waiting for me at the end of the trail and I am looking forward to the feeling of coming home.

Not much has happened yet on this trip, I only just left home yesterday afternoon after all, but I know I am going to have a good time. I have my hunting cap on so to speak. This morning I hooked up and started driving again around 4am, the better to avoid daytime traffic. It wasn't even 5am before I had stopped and peeled off my jeans. I have driven naked before but I have also gotten a ticket for that before too so I had on a shirt and my swimsuit bottoms. (Makes it easier to get back out of the truck too.)

Well before breakfast at 8am I had stopped in 4 different rest areas so I could finger myself silly. I guess that proves that driving makes me horny! Well here we are now stopped for the night, the horses are fed and my camp is set up and I am contemplating dinner. In the meantime though I am going to shower and have as many orgasms as I can stand! It is going to be a good trip!