Hard as a rock...
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Posted:Mar 11, 2009 4:53 pm
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What was wet and slippery yesterday is hard as a rock today. The driveway makes a perfect ice rink...oh, wait...I can't skate. I'm sure someone is going to need a butt rub before too many more trips to the mailbox.
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Wet and slippery...
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Posted:Mar 10, 2009 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2016 6:36 pm
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I used to assume "wet and slippery" was uniformly good...until I drove to work today. Yikes!
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Best blower?
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Posted:Mar 9, 2009 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2016 6:36 pm
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Last night better have been the final significant snow of the season. My snow blower was clearly signally that it is done and ready to be retired forever.
Can anyone recommend a snow blower that they think is best?
What did you think I meant?
Prof
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Been ages
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Posted:Mar 8, 2009 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2016 6:36 pm
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It has been ages since I posted. Ages for other things as well. I've been hitting the gym regularly but can't wait for bicycle season again.
I'm hoping to get out on the town next Saturday. Need to satisfy a bit of spring fever. Break the mold as it were. How about you?
Prof
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Sexiwear
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Posted:Nov 2, 2008 7:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2014 4:47 am
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There is such a range of what people find attractive and enticing. I know there are a special few that catch my eye.
Something accident prone. There was a great photo on this site awhile ago of a woman's hand just barely catching the bodice of her strapless black dress before it could fall. Nothing was shown that couldn't be seen day in day out on the street but it was so erotic.
Her in a man's dress white shirt and nothing else. It implies "the before" and "the after." It suggests familiarity and spontaneity. Again "nothing" might be showing but the potential energy is incredible. The movie "The American President" got this one right.
Blouse or shirt knotted at the waist. Again spontaneous and accident prone. Could be deliberate teasing or the girl next door being comfortable.
Single piece swimsuit. Many bikinis try too hard. Simply outlining the shape of her body in a single solid color kicks the imagination into high gear. What is underneath? What would it look like as it is peeled off.
Chanel #5 As I believe Marilyn once claimed...only.
Do you have any others? Are there particular looks for the guys as well?
Prof
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Doing Things Differently (Rerun)
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Posted:Oct 29, 2008 7:36 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2022 2:59 am
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Sorry to offer up another rerun but I hate these being lost at the bottom of the page.
This story is way too true. I did google Katie and may have found her. I wouldn't intrude on her life, it's just enticing to know where she is.
Enjoy Doing Things Differently
Prof
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Take a chance?
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Posted:Oct 26, 2008 6:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2014 4:49 am
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I saw the handle "Take a Chance" and it put my mind in gear. I've followed a pretty tame and traditional pathway in my life. Most of that is good i.e. no psycho people to deal with, good health, safe and comfortable, etc. But I've forgotten some of the risky dreams.
In high school my best friend and I were diligently saving money. Not for college but to buy a sailboat and spend a few years sailing the South Pacific. No worries, working only when we needed the money. Not very practical seeing as neither of us had ever been on a sailboat but less on the ocean. We imagined getting tan and getting laid. We imagined not being our parents.
Well we both ended up going to college. We both ended up with master's degrees. We both ended up being "traditionally" successful. I haven't heard from him in decades. I wonder if he remembers any dreams? Do you?
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Sad Day
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Posted:Oct 19, 2008 6:01 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2019 6:14 am
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It is one of those punctuation marks you hit during the year. Yesterday I hung my bicycle from the garage rafters. There will be no more Green Circle Trail until next spring. 
A couple of friends have suggested cross country skiing. It seems like a lot of fuss and bundling up to slide a couple of boards through the woods to me. Any skiers out there to weigh in.
Seems like sex would be a better way to keep active and warm this winter but...........wait, never mind.......that's another story.
Prof
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Call me Jean Luc
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Posted:Sep 13, 2008 5:08 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2019 6:12 am
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I had been thinking about it for quite awhile. Last night I finally got off the fence. No, not that one. (Don't I just wish.) Those who've seen me know there was little hair left up top. I made the remainder disappear as well. It isn't a mammoth change but it did get rid of the gray.  I didn't bother removing at any other locations. (Who would know anyway...sigh)
I've got an event at work today. I'll at least get a laugh.
Prof
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Oops!
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Posted:Aug 25, 2008 4:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2019 6:13 am
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So I was changing this morning after working out a bit. I was balancing on one foot as I untied the other tennis shoe. I started to tip and caught myself on the locker door.
It flashed into my head how ridiculous one would feel if as they suavely and seductively were peeling down for a bit of fun, confident in their ability to impress this new partner, they went into a slow motion, arms flaying, wine spilling, butt bruising fall.
I can remember one James Bond morphing into Barney Fife(sp) moment that I'd be willing to share.
Anyone else?
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Fleeting Images (re-run)
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Posted:Aug 21, 2008 6:07 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2022 5:44 pm
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I needed to bump this story to the top of the list after today's bike ride. Today I just passed a discarded scrunchie. It just doesn't have the same impact. 
Fleeting images
It is amazing really. Advertisers spend billions to get you to focus on their products. Porn sites plaster their entry pages with the most explicit images imaginable to get you looking their way but what really put one’s mind into high gear is the most transitory of images.
I was out biking Sunday morning. I love riding the roads east of town. Narrow county lanes with few cars and fewer hills. I was a couple of miles outside the city rolling at a rather modest clip into a headwind. I’ve finally gotten smart enough to start into the headwind so that I have a prayer of making it home with a tailwind if I over extend my outbound leg.
Anyway, I notice something lying in the road a bit ahead. It’s just small dark mass. Nothing special, a clod of loose tar or a chipmunk lacking in the required dexterity to clear the road. It is a couple of feet from the shoulder of the road on a slight downward incline. I’ve accelerated a bit against the wind with gravity lending me a hand. The dark mass flicks by as I cruise between it and the shoulder of loose gravel.
“What was tha. . .?”
I snap my eyes back over my shoulder to try and confirm what I imagined I saw but the distance is already too great to be sure.
Panties?
Small black panties?
I look forward again and literally say out loud, “nah couldn't’t be.”
But the image is there. It must have been. Folded roughly in half.
I steer in a circle across the width of the road my gaze focused back the way I came, looking at the small black puddle a few tens of yards behind. On the second circuit across the road I reverse course. Down shifting without thinking about it, my pedals slowly revolving, bringing me closer.
“Can’t be”
But the apparition captured in the instant of passing is correct. They are small and black, made of a somewhat open weave of a slightly stiff synthetic fabric that must look sexier than they actually feel. The asphalt is dark beneath them. But, as I circle slowly about them in the road, I picture that they would be just slightly translucent against fair skin.
On the second tight little circle around them I consider stopping to pick them up. The thought pops into my mind that it could be a horny ’s idea of a joke. I look all around, but no laughing adolescents are to be seen. The nearest farm house is several hundred yards farther south. I’m amused with myself for considering it a plant.
“Yeah, let’s put my sister’s panties in the road. Some old geek is sure to grab them.”
Ok, a little too far from plausible.
I circle once again before resuming my southbound leg. Leaving the panties behind, “yeah, I’d feel like some old geek if I picked them up.”
But even as I rolled away the images flooded my mind. Faster and more vivid than any ad manager could dream of.
“How did they get there?”
“Blown off a stack of laundry in the windy back seat of a passing car?”
“No.”
Tossed, temptingly, seductively out the window.
Yes.
Tossed by who……..him……….or her?
Removed by who?………him?………..or her?
Her,..................her.
They are driving out of the town, cool night air swirling through the car. They are searching for a place for privacy, a place to park, a place to release the energy that builds whenever they are together.
Playing a game, “You keep driving and I’ll give you a lovely show………no, no, no, no, no; you’ve got to keep driving or no show.”
As she leans against the door on the far side of the car and raises her left leg to reveal small black panties beneath her skirt in the glow of the dashboard lights he vows to keep driving until the last ounce of fuel is sucked from the tank.
She teases and coaxes. Her words and actions tormenting him, for now. He’ll have his release, but, for now, this is fun and sexy and powerful.
Her fingers wander; pressing and stretching the fabric. Her words taunt him, “Wet………….slippery……….ready………” Her fingers disappear behind the film of black. “Mmmm, …..inside………..like you………..”
The car slows, “No, no, no……..not the game…..the show stops if you stop driving.”
Desperation is in his voice, “please?”
“Oh, you need more of a reason to keep driving? More of a show?”
Her hips rise and the panties are pressed down her legs. The view in the dim light is indistinct and enthralling at the same time. She leans toward him twirling the panties on her finger.
“I guess we don’t need these for the show anymore, hmm?”
She reaches her arm outside the open window. Panties, hooked on her index finger, fluttering in the flow of moist night air. She flicks her finger and they vanish instantly in the dark.
Coasting my bike to a halt at a stop sign, I look back up the county road over my shoulder. The last, what? Mile? Two? Had not registered.
But the images had registered. The girl, the panties, the playful ache had all registered.
I’m turning west, “finally a bit of a tailwind.”
I look back into the distance where the dark mass is far out of view and only a memory.
I guess the advertisers and the porn sites still have a few tricks to learn.
Prof
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Darts -- Part three
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Posted:Aug 9, 2008 2:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2022 4:24 am
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This was supposed to be the last installment for this story though it does seem like there is potential for more.
I hope you enjoy.
Darts, Part 3
“Another bet in mind already?” he said as her thumb traced up and down the seam of the fly of his pants. “You’re not developing a desire to lose are you?”
Katie’s fingers lightly explored the front of his black Dockers as she speculated, “Did I lose? I’m not sure I feel like I lost.”
“Well I’m certainly feeling like I won right now.”
“You smooth talker,” she crooned as she formed a channel with her left hand that cradled the shape beneath the black fabric. “But there does seem to be a lot of feeling going on around here.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling a great many things and only one thing at the same time. Pretty remarkable isn’t it.”
Katie turned her hand to stroke Prof underhand as she rose from her knees. Her right hand reached for his waist band and her fingers slid behind his belt. She pulled Prof forward by his belt as she stepped backward and sat on the edge of the bed. “Prof, I think your patience is remarkable. How come you’re not hurrying me along. Most guys would be ready to have me pay up. You might get me wondering if you want to collect.”
Prof swallowed and thought before answering. “Oh, I’m ready. Perhaps as ready as I’ve ever been, but it’s not a moment to let escape quickly.”
“Such pretty words, but I don’t think you’re being very honest. I think you very much want my mouth on your cock…and quickly.”
Prof’s mouth opened to reply but no words came out as Katie began to undo his belt buckle.
“You see, Professor, I think you very much want my warm moist mouth sucking very hard on you.” Katie’s matter-of-fact conjecture was punctuated by the sound of a zipper being undone.
Katie folded the front of Prof’s pants open…and giggled.
“Hey sweetie, giggling ranks near the bottom of desirable reactions when a lady opens a gentleman’s pants.”
“But Prof…no underwear? I figured you for the tighty-whitey type.”
“Yes, well normally I suppose I am. Except when I visit certain people.”
She sat back dropping her hands to her lap. “Oh, is that right. Have you been expecting something to happen at all of these meet and greets. I’m rather disappointed. I believed your struggling virtue act.”
“Not an act. The underwear, or rather the lack thereof, is just a little secret act of defiance.”
“Hmm? At all of the meet and greets?”
Blushing slightly he said, “Well, most of them.”
She raised the fingers of her right hand to touch the wispy curls of hair peeking out of his splayed open pants. “Guess I’m going to have to try and figure out which times we’ve been dancing that you skipped one of the layers of clothing between us.” She shifted slightly to gather the fabric of her skirt with her left hand and draw it upward. “But as you can see I’ve had the same inclination.” The glint in her eye and the view she provided caused the Professor’s heart to skip a beat.
Trying to capture the glint and the view at the same time Prof stammered, “My aim at darts might not have been as good had I know about that inclination while we were dancing.”
“I may have to use that excuse for losing the game. You know, feeling this hard-on while we were dancing threw my aim off.” She made sure he knew to which hard-on she was referring with a smile and a grasp. “But we are getting off…topic.” Katie’s hands flattened on Prof’s thighs and slid up and around to his hips grasping the tops of his slacks. She noted the pants were the only things “slack” around. The pants were pressed downward and Prof stopped breathing completely.
Katie looked up to Prof’s eyes, “Yes, I’m not feeling like a loser at the moment.” As she leaned forward Prof’s respiration returned suddenly with a great in rush of air.
“Mmm, you ok up there? You seem ok down here.” With a sudden gulp she clarified where here was.
“I’m…far from ok. And I’m close as well. I’m…I’m wondering if…oh, god…if I’m betting out of my league.” Prof pressed his eyes shut willing the sensation to continue.
Her words were interspersed with tastes, licks, nibbles and suction. “You’re…playing well...in this league. And it’s time…for both…of us…to collect. You…on your bet. And me…to…just…mmm…collect.”
Prof’s respiration stopped briefly again though Katie wasn’t concerned. She was sure it would start again shortly. Once it did Prof wiped a sheen of moisture from his face. “Ah…nice bet…thanks.”
Katie wiped the corner of her mouth. “You’re welcome. But Prof, we aren’t leaving here just yet. The meet and greet can wait. I’m tired of waiting.”
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Darts -- Part two
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Posted:Aug 4, 2008 6:41 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2022 4:48 am
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Keep the comments coming. The private ones are particularly fun. If you have not read Part one, it is located just down the page. You might want to look at that first.
Prof
Darts Part 2
“Right! You are a bald shark.”
“I made no false claims and won fair and square.”
Katie wondered if this was where he would back out. Prof was good at teasing and tempting but seemed to have a line he wouldn’t cross.
As he pulled her into an even tighter embrace he said, “I guess the next question is where I collect?”
“Oh, you think that is up to you do you?”
“I won the game. It seems I get to choose.”
“Well don’t keep me in suspense,” playing along certain he would back down or let her off the hook depending upon your perspective.
He mused in a casual tone, “Well the restroom is the closest and fits the stereotyped guy fantasy.”
“You’re joking.”
“Am I? I seem to recall you teasing about a quickie in the Retro bathroom once. I didn’t accuse you of joking.
“Well I was.” Though she was curious as to whether he might have pushed the subject months ago when they first met had the opportunity presented itself.
“Of course the men’s room is only moderately clean. Not exactly the right environment to consummate the wager. Or might the women’s room be better?”
“The women’s is no better. And the bathrooms are on everyone’s radar screens. Haven’t you noticed how everyone pays attention to the timing of when people depart and return? They’re speculating on whether there was time for a quick grope or more.”
“Ok, the bathrooms are off the list for my blowjob.”
“You’re pretty darn confident these days aren’t you Prof?”
“And you’re just pretty darn pretty. I also assume you don’t welsh on bets.”
Katie didn’t reply, just stared feeling slightly flush.
“ I suppose we have to consider one of our cars then. The weather is a bit warmer than the last M&G but still not balmy and I wouldn’t want you to feel rushed.”
“Gee thanks, Prof. Nice of you to consider my feelings so.”
“My pleasure, Katie. Just trying to be a gentleman, well...sort of.”
“Yeah, I’m getting a new look at your gentlemanly side tonight.”
“You should be getting several new looks tonight… unless you’re backing out of our agreement.”
She realized that was it. He was hoping she would back down so he could save face. Well she might give him an out, but not until later. She wanted to see a little panic on that smug face first. She decided to push back a bit in more ways than one.
As she pressed her thigh between his legs she challenged, “It’s still too cold for the car. To really give you good head we need to be more comfortable. I want to make sure you’re getting your darts-worth.”
Prof blushed slightly as he stopped swaying to the music to which they had paid no attention in the first place.
“You’re right. It was a classic bet won in classic style it should be done up right.”
Taking Katie by the hand again he led her toward the end of the bar far from the group but nearer the lobby.
“You lost the bet so making some of the arrangements is part of the deal.” Prof removed his hand from his pants pocket holding some tightly folded paper and pressed it into her hand. “Go rent a room. I’ll get a bottle of wine. Wait for me in the lobby. No goodbyes to the gang, we’ll be back before the party breaks up.”
He turned her by her shoulders and pressed her forward toward the door leading to the lobby. She walked through the doors and toward the registration desk. This was a very different Prof tonight. This Prof might not be looking for a way out. While not being one to be bossed around, she did as she was told. She registered for the room with a smirking desk clerk. He had asked what type of room she wanted. She looked down at the crisp bills in her hand and told him the most expensive he had.
“We’ve got one whirlpool suite left.” She had the urge to knock the shit-eating grin off the clerks face.
She took the whirlpool room figuring she would at least stick Prof with a big bill for his fifteen minutes of betting fame.
As she turned away from the desk with the key card in hand Prof walked up with a bottle of blush wine. The cork was already started out.
“Time to settle up? Where to Katie dear?”
She started down the hallway in the direction the clerk had indicated when he handed her the key card with a leer that showed he would like to be leading her there himself. Prof’s hand slid across her back and around her side drawing her closer as they walked.
She pondered what to say next. This was not the evening she had envisioned hours ago. As they reached the right room number she turned to Prof, “It seems you’re not backing out.”
He took the key card and swiped the lock as he said, “The honor of the wager must be upheld.” And he gestured into the room.
The bed and spa sat mute and empty but generated torrents of thoughts in both their minds.
As she stepped close to him her arms slid around his waist and up his back. “So Prof, have you been practicing darts with this in mind?” The warmth and scent of their bodies merged.
“The mind is a complex thing. I’ve had lots of thoughts. There have been thoughts of teasing and taunting, thoughts of fucking and making love, thoughts of licking and sucking, thoughts of playing and exploring.”
“Gee, and I always imagined you thought too much for your own good Prof. Perhaps I was wrong.”
“Perhaps, but right now, a bet is a bet. You ready to pay up?
Katie slowly sunk to her knees. “Yes, I’m very ready to pay up.”
And as her hand reached for him she said, “And I’ve got the next bet in mind already. But first things first…”
Part three is yet to be...
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