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Wednesday, 23 February 2005 02:19I have returned, kids. Back to the online world where I shall once again remain prolific. The weekend left us quite happy, with absolutely sore penis and legs, and completely drained of semen. Trojan would've made a killing. But, the weekend recap, complete with fondant creme, Oreos, grog, and music of the night.
Friday: Since April was traveling, I thought it wise to work. Yes, I'd miss her arrival, but rationally speaking, I didn't want to lose a day's pay when April would arrive (her predicted time was 8-8:30) shortly before my shift would end. At 9, got out of work, and there she was. We got back home, and giddiness ensued. Mikey had made a snide comment, and I spit on him. With Rob out for the night, April and I took advantage of the alone (well, almost...with Jim and Mikey in the next room...) time with some much pent-up sex until Rob got back, drunk. I closed VGV for the weekend, and Rob did a silly thing--smoked pot while drunk. What happened? Oh, vomit. Vomit happened. He went outside, puked, then after we went to sleep, Rob puked all over his bed and slept in it...yeah, not fun.
Saturday: Morning wood gave way to morning sex, and after expending much sweat and calories, Rob, April, and myself went to Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast, and then we went to the Cape Cod Mall for some fun. Yes, the Cape Cod Mall is meager, and pales in comparison to Crossgates, the Galleria, Palisades...but fun, nonetheless. April bought me the novel, Phantom of the Opera, and I bought the latest in the Resident Evil series, book #0 (entitled Zero Hour, the novelization of RE Zero). She also got me belated Valentine's Day candy and a teddy bear. On the return trip, Rob decided to speed on Old Barnstable Road, going 50-70 around curves, nearly making April puke from Rob's speeding, myself feeling a bit queasy. Dinner was had, and after, April and I walked down to the bogs, where I sang some Josh Groban and "Music of the Night" from Phantom. After, we got back to the house, downstairs we went, where April and I snuggled and Rob did some gaming. After everyone went to bed, then, more exercises in pelvic thrusting. Needless to say, April deserved a medal.
Sunday: After the morning's romp, we (Bob, Mom, Heather, April, and I) went out for the grand tour of Falmouth and Woods Hole, and it was most enjoyable. We went to see the seals at the Woods Hole aquarium, saw the ferry pull in, took a walk at the Knob, and went to a restaurant called the Silver Lounge. Heather kept dropping hints that it has "the best Reuben in town." She would NOT STOP repeating it until we got there and it said in the menu. Food was yummy--I'll definitely be making a return trip. We got back, and we were gonna start watching the extended edition of Return of the King. Before that, April and I got out to town to buy lembas bread (shortbread cookies), Oreos, Cadbury Creme Eggs for Rob, grog, and cougar piss. So we got back...and during the movie, I probably had a sugar high for the ages. Downing most of the Oreos, having 3 or 4 cans of Coke, and having several Cadbury eggs (to which I kept screaming for fondant!), April and Rob saw a zany side of me not too many people see--me in a full-blown sugar/caffeine high. Rob went to bed, and so we stopped the movie, to pick it up Monday. All that sugar I ingested went to the pounding into April, with such fun sex.
Monday: A snowstorm had hit the Northeast, so April decided to stay one more day rather than make the 4 hour drive to NP in slippery roads and heavy snow. I called out of work, and we spent most of the day in bed just snuggling and napping. It was a good day for it, and Rob did some gaming. He also went out to get some alcohol, and we saw the rest of Return of the King. After, Rob went to bed, and you can probably guess what happened after everyone went to bed. Before that, however...we professed our love for each other. It felt like something out of a romance novel, but we loved it. It was a lazy day overall.
And that was my weekend. And you know--it was great. For the first time (April included), April went home and I didn't feel sad. Neither did she. We're both still ridiculously happy...and I love it.
VGV is back in full swing.
And Strong Bad has created a rock opera. I work 12-9 straight through Friday.
Now, bedtime.
Nighty night, all.
Friday: Since April was traveling, I thought it wise to work. Yes, I'd miss her arrival, but rationally speaking, I didn't want to lose a day's pay when April would arrive (her predicted time was 8-8:30) shortly before my shift would end. At 9, got out of work, and there she was. We got back home, and giddiness ensued. Mikey had made a snide comment, and I spit on him. With Rob out for the night, April and I took advantage of the alone (well, almost...with Jim and Mikey in the next room...) time with some much pent-up sex until Rob got back, drunk. I closed VGV for the weekend, and Rob did a silly thing--smoked pot while drunk. What happened? Oh, vomit. Vomit happened. He went outside, puked, then after we went to sleep, Rob puked all over his bed and slept in it...yeah, not fun.
Saturday: Morning wood gave way to morning sex, and after expending much sweat and calories, Rob, April, and myself went to Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast, and then we went to the Cape Cod Mall for some fun. Yes, the Cape Cod Mall is meager, and pales in comparison to Crossgates, the Galleria, Palisades...but fun, nonetheless. April bought me the novel, Phantom of the Opera, and I bought the latest in the Resident Evil series, book #0 (entitled Zero Hour, the novelization of RE Zero). She also got me belated Valentine's Day candy and a teddy bear. On the return trip, Rob decided to speed on Old Barnstable Road, going 50-70 around curves, nearly making April puke from Rob's speeding, myself feeling a bit queasy. Dinner was had, and after, April and I walked down to the bogs, where I sang some Josh Groban and "Music of the Night" from Phantom. After, we got back to the house, downstairs we went, where April and I snuggled and Rob did some gaming. After everyone went to bed, then, more exercises in pelvic thrusting. Needless to say, April deserved a medal.
Sunday: After the morning's romp, we (Bob, Mom, Heather, April, and I) went out for the grand tour of Falmouth and Woods Hole, and it was most enjoyable. We went to see the seals at the Woods Hole aquarium, saw the ferry pull in, took a walk at the Knob, and went to a restaurant called the Silver Lounge. Heather kept dropping hints that it has "the best Reuben in town." She would NOT STOP repeating it until we got there and it said in the menu. Food was yummy--I'll definitely be making a return trip. We got back, and we were gonna start watching the extended edition of Return of the King. Before that, April and I got out to town to buy lembas bread (shortbread cookies), Oreos, Cadbury Creme Eggs for Rob, grog, and cougar piss. So we got back...and during the movie, I probably had a sugar high for the ages. Downing most of the Oreos, having 3 or 4 cans of Coke, and having several Cadbury eggs (to which I kept screaming for fondant!), April and Rob saw a zany side of me not too many people see--me in a full-blown sugar/caffeine high. Rob went to bed, and so we stopped the movie, to pick it up Monday. All that sugar I ingested went to the pounding into April, with such fun sex.
Monday: A snowstorm had hit the Northeast, so April decided to stay one more day rather than make the 4 hour drive to NP in slippery roads and heavy snow. I called out of work, and we spent most of the day in bed just snuggling and napping. It was a good day for it, and Rob did some gaming. He also went out to get some alcohol, and we saw the rest of Return of the King. After, Rob went to bed, and you can probably guess what happened after everyone went to bed. Before that, however...we professed our love for each other. It felt like something out of a romance novel, but we loved it. It was a lazy day overall.
And that was my weekend. And you know--it was great. For the first time (April included), April went home and I didn't feel sad. Neither did she. We're both still ridiculously happy...and I love it.
VGV is back in full swing.
And Strong Bad has created a rock opera. I work 12-9 straight through Friday.
Now, bedtime.
Nighty night, all.
