Monday, November 7, 2011

Awesome!

Hey motherfuckers, is your girl Lori right about the whole "motherfucker" thing or not?

Texas Rangers' manager, Ron Washington is OBVIOUSLY a visitor to the Lair! Don't believe me?

Check it out for yourself!


Ron Washington's Game 7 Clubhouse Speech from JoeSportsFan.com on Vimeo.

"Motherfuck Carp!" AWESOME! He used it as a verb! I LOVE IT!

Hey Ron? Scarface called and said that your pregame speech was great!

Seriously, Ron, it's an honor to know that you're a regular visitor to the Lair!

Hope all your motherfuckers had a great Monday! Enjoy your fucking selves! Man, motherfuck everything!


Saturday, November 5, 2011

Saturday Night

At da "House".

Hubby's away, so I got my ass over here around two and stayed. Shells came over as well. College football, baby.

Hmmmmmmmm.....some new faces here, I see. Welcome to the Lair. There is no escape.

Unless, of course, you leave. I'm not too good at false imprisonment.

So we're all watching the LSU/Alabama game (the Empress of Mitziezonia wasn't too thrilled with the result). And sometime during the third quarter, Janey falls asleep on the couch.

Alex, being insanely mischievous, leaves the room and comes back with a mascara pencil. And an evil smile. She waltzes over to Janey, pencil in hand--and who knows what she was going to write on her forehead--and enters "Evil Alex" mode.

Then it happened.

Janey's took her hand from behind her back, opened her eyes, and pointed a water pistol at Alex. And not just any water pistol. It was Alex' water pistol. The same pistol Alex had been tormenting everybody with--especially Janey--the past couple of months.

"FREEZE!"
"Oh shit!"

And with that, a Cuban-American started chasing a Swedish-American up the stairs. We heard a lot of laughing, some "bitch!", some "up yours!", etc.... Finally, we heard, "Truce?" "Truce."

When they came down, Janey's forehead had a bunch of mascara marks and Alex' shirt and shorts were soaked. But it wasn't over.

Janey still had the gun. She looked at Alex and smiled. "Say bye-bye."

The blonde's eyes grew wide, the horrible realization that her beloved water pistol was about to be destroyed.

For this was no ordinary water pistol. No, this one had a big tank on top. We're talking at least two bucks here.

Janey's foot went up, prepared to demolish the blonde's pride and joy.

"No! I'll do anything!"
"You have to promise not to shoot us anymore."

The blonde paused. She could save "Matilda" (yes, she named it), but.....at what cost? But there was no choice. There was no out.

She lowered her head.

"I promise to not not shoot any of you anymore." Yeah, she tried the old double-negative. It didn't fool Janey. Perhaps if Janey were, oh two, maybe.

Shelly and I were captivated by this. Ryan, CG and Mitzie, oddly enough, weren't. Shelly grabbed my arm. I grabbed her arm back. We had to fight back tears as these formerly great friends were staring each other down over the fate of Matilda the water pistol.

The blonde then looked up, the evil smile had returned. "Can I shoot Nick?"

Janey thought about it. "Sure!"

And Matilda the water pistol was saved.....

And Janey handed Matilda back to her rightful owner. The friends hugged. Janey ran to the bathroom. And Evil Alex held the mascara pencil up and smiled.
It was a very evil smile.

Then her husband looked at her. "Alex, behave." "FINE! You never let me have ANY fun!"

Ten minutes later, the blonde and the Cuban were snuggled up on the couch together. I guess adversity CAN bring two friends closer together!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Couple Days Off

Thankfully!

----Anyway, I was thinking about how cool it was if we all started calling people "motherfucker".

I mean, you want some fast food and pull into the drive-through and the voice comes out, "Thank you for visiting Garbageburger, motherfucker. Would you like to try our new double Landfill Burger today?"

And then you'd say, "No thank you, motherfucker. I just want the Quarter Pound Crapburger, no onions and a large order of fries."

"Okay, that's one Quarter Pound Crapburger and a large fry. That'll be $7.60 at the first window, motherfucker."

Then you pull up and hand the attendant your debit card or cash and she hands you the receipt and says, "Thank you, motherfucker. Please pull up to the front window."

Just a thought.




----I was at FSU for two weeks when I met Jack and started dating him. One day, he made a dare and I accepted it. Luckily, we were on a deserted stretch of highway. And Jack lasted about a month. Whatever.

----I have some days to burn off before the end of the year, and I'm going to enjoy using them. I can't believe that a part-time bookkeeping job turned into, well, this.

That could be a good entry. College dropout to medical secretary to medical office technician to part-time legal bookkeeper to full-time legal bookkeeper to legal office manager.

Actually, it WAS an entry back in the 360 days. So it shouldn't be too hard to write it up again.


----Speaking of boyfriend, we just celebrated four years of extramarital bliss! I met Ryan in October, 2007. A few months later, I met his wife, Alex.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......talk about a subject for another entry.


----I really wish the wives of my male slaves (excepting Alexandra, of course), would kindly allow their husbands time away to have sex with me. I find it quite rude that Tom's and Nick's wives don't allow their husbands some personal time. I mean, c'mon. How are they supposed to get some on the side?


----Get this. My hubby isn't a huge fan of one particular NASCAR driver. He likes a lot of them. But apparently a lot of NASCAR fans pick a driver and root for him. So hubby and his buddies are at a restaurant in Charlotte grabbing some dinner on Friday night.

Now, my hubby's in his fifties and extremely good-looking. So he gets hit on at times. So he called me from the restaurant and tells me this really cute waitress is hitting on him. I tell him to have fun if he wants to cash in.

He didn't. Something just didn't feel right about it. He couldn't put his finger on it, so to speak. But he made the right call. If your gut is telling you something, it's usually best to listen.

Okay, that's it. Until I post again, take care, motherfuckers.


Saturday, September 3, 2011

If It's Sept, Must Be Time For Another Post!


Several months ago, Tom--one of my boyfriends--and I were kicking it in bed after a nice little romp. We started talking about fetishes, turn-ons, and that type of thing.

And I asked him about tats. I think that's a big guy thing--nailing a chick with some tats. Of course he said yeah, he really liked that look. Hey, Ryan is too. Alex, of course, wouldn't get near a needle to get a tattoo, not that he'd ask her to.

And you know what? Neither would I. That's why they make temporary tats! I ordered a few online and needless to say, Tom loved it.

And I reaped the benefits of that for a few hours.

So what's new?

Well, remember how I made mention back in January of being the "office-manager-in-waiting"? Yeah, well, a few months ago, that changed. I'm now the official office manager.

As for Lindsay, my then-assistant, she graduated from college and took over my job full-time.

And she let me fuck her.

Okay, she didn't. But she is adorable. And I was so happy that everything came out the way it did. She had graduated and started looking for work. I was scared that I was going to lose her, but I couldn't ask her to stick around just on the possibility that I'd get promoted and my job would open up for her.

But Brad eventually did move back to Seattle and I took over, and Lindsay moved up. We ended up hiring another student named Barry to take Lindsay's old job0--which was my first job at the Law Offices of Blah & Blah.

What, you expected a "Dewey, Cheatem & Howe" joke?

Hubby's doing fine. He's NASCARing like crazy again. Hey, why not? He's paid his dues career-wise and can afford to play. He works hard during the week and then it's off to the races. It's his dream to buy into a racing team. I don't know if it'll ever happen, but maybe I could personally interview potential drivers for his team?

Yeah, he said "No." Grrrrrrrrrr! Always ruining my fun!

Anyway, I guess I could make a lot of sexually-oriented puns involving cars and engines, but I guess I'll pass on that.

Although there are a couple of drivers whose crankshafts......

Sorry.

I get asked a lot about hubby and our situation. But yes, he knows that I'm not Little Miss Faithful. There's a bit of a story to the whole thing. But I do love him. And I'll explain a little more about him and how we met and all in a future entry.

"When will that be, Lori? Next May?"

Shaddup!

I also get asked a lot if I'm worried about somebody I know coming across this blog. Not really. Hubby cums...er comes....here, of course. As for like family and coworkers, I'm not too concerned.

"Lori" is a play on my middle name, it's not my first name. And I cut out my face and all that (which, for some reason, people don't really mind one bit....huh.....).

So what's going on at The House? Pretty much same-old, same-old. Which is odd to say when talking about group sex. Janey moving up has been a blast. She's incredible in bed.

The first time I met Janey was back in the Yahoo 360 days. I went to her profile and nearly came when I saw her profile. Soon we were talking back on forth on the message section and then got on the phone for some mutual pleasure. Well, mutual self-pleasure. We both came a couple of times. From then on, we got together on cam or phone on a pretty consistent basis.

Mitzie and her girlfriend CG are doing great. They celebrated they're two-month anniversary this past June. And I thought Mitzie was too young to settle into a relationship like that. Hey, I'm glad I was wrong. They're perfect for each other (and both look fantastic naked).

I'm still hooking up with Nick, as is Alex. Like Ryan, the dude can flat out fuck. Trouble is, with a wife and kids, it's tough for him to get away. Alex goes down on occasion and they fuck on his lunch hour--er hours--but I don't work from home like a certain blonde sexbomb does, so advantage Alex.

But one day, I'm going down to Marietta with Alex and give Nicky-boy a surprise threesome. Hopefully very, very soon.

Tom and I haven't made it back to those tennis courts yet! But I have fucked him several times at his place. Wifey-poo has been working the night shift (Ryan's always talking about fucking wives in their beds, the beds those hubbies sleep in and how cool it is.

He's right. I love banging Tom there. Sure, that's the evil part of me saying that, but it's still cool. Poaching isn't only for men!

So once in awhile we'll set it up so that I'll wait for his call after work. When he gives me the coast is clear text, I zip over and we have an hour of so of fun. She usually heads off to work around three, so it's usually not a problem. A bit risky, but hey....

Oh yeah......

I get asked about videos. Don't. I have them, I'll never post 'em. They're a pain. Alex posted one and said that she'd never do it again.

Can't say that I blame her.

Okay, I'm outtie! See you in 2014!

Or sooner.....who knows....


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Hello Again, Hello!

LOL

In my last entry, I was babbling about how I hadn't made a non-sports entry for ten or so months and then wait a month to make another one.

Hey, what can I say? I'm a busy girl! Three boytoys and countless girltoys tends to take up one's time!

Well, that and fuck, I've been working two jobs. LOL

Actually, that's misleading. About a month ago, the office manager, Brad, had a family emergency and had to fly back to Oregon. I really didn't get any details about what was going on. Besides, it was none of my business anyway.

Brad's cool. He's the one who promoted me to replace Janet to run the accounts payable/receiveable department last year. He's always been very cool to me.

Anyway, when he left, one of the partners, Bret (I work for a law practice), asked if I could be the interim office manager for a couple of weeks. I'd have to split time between my normal job and the interim stuff, but got approval to give my assistant, Lindsay, more hours (she's a part-time employee).

Lindsay was down with that. She was between semesters and loved getting the extra hours.

So Brad got back after a couple of weeks--THANKFULLY--and things got back to normal. About a week later, he came by my office to talk.

It turns out that Brad and his wife (I hate her--because of her, I can't fuck Brad....Joking!) will be staying in the Atlanta area for now. But he isn't sure of his long-term plans. So he talked to Bret and they agreed that I should be trained to take over if Brad has to leave down the road.

Yeah, I went from "interim" to "office manager in waiting". No extra money, yet. Blah! LOL Nah, it's a great compliment, it really is.

So what's going down, sex-wise? Get it? What's "going down"? LOL No? Nothing? Tough room!

Well, as many regulars to Lori's Lair know, my hubby's a CFO and a bit older than I am. And he's a NASCAR fanatic. And when NASCAR season starts, he and a couple of his buddies fly to the races. That's when I realllllllllllllly get busy!

But when he isn't NASCARing (I totally made that word up!), I curtail my activities and spend more time with him. Fair's fair!

I mean, I manage to get some time in with my playmates, of course. Just not quite as much as usual! It's usually less socializing at "The House" and more just sex. That's fine, of course, but I love my bf and his wife and love spending non-sex time with them as well.

I'm still seeing Tom, the guy I met at the University of Phoenix. LOL Last July, his wife was home and so was my husband. So we were talking on-line one night and we were both in the mood, but had no place to meet.

Well, I had an idea! There's a park nearby called Wills Park. We decided to meet there. I grabbed a blanket, told my hubby I'd be back in a few, and drove over.

I met him in the parking lot, but my plan was foiled. I had been thinking we could fuck on the baseball diamond there.

Too bad there was a fucking league game going on! LOL Shit! Then he looked over at the tennis courts. Hmmmmmm.......

Why not? The lights were all off. Those courts were rarely used that night. They had wind screens covering the courts. And I was sooooooo in the mood.

So we went over and found something really cool: benches between each court. And those benches didn't have a back on them. Oh yeah, that would work nicely!

We started making out and then stripped. I love fucking outdoors. This was pretty risky, though. Anybody could just walk up to the control panel and flip on all the lights! But I didn't care. I needed a little risk!

I took the blanket and draped it over the bench and had him sit down. Then I warmed up his cock with some nice sucking and licking. Then it was my turn. I laid on my back on this tiny bench and Tom licked me until I came.

After I came, we looked around and made sure an audience hadn't gathered. No, we were still alone. And this guy needed to cum.

We looked at the bench again. Just too small.

So I took the blanket and folded it in half and laid it down. Then I got on all fours and let him fuck me doggy-style. He managed to last for about five minutes--sometimes, folks, it's quality and not quantity--and after I came again, he shoved his cock into me one more time and came.

Fuck, it was so hot.

We considered going at it again, but we had already pushed out luck. I definitely could've used more. But, again....why push it?

So we got dressed, walked to our cars, kissed, and went home.

And to think, I've never really that big of a tennis fan until that night!