Lori's Lair

Hey....

2012-02-16T11:11:00.000-08:00

....what's up, motherfuckers? '

MOTHERFUCK CARP! Still awesome.....what a line. I love Ron Washington. I loved that pregame speech.

Some people took offense when that tape was leaked. I thought it was awesome. To the very oh-so-sensitive ones out there, here's a little tiny piece of info: THAT'S HOW THEY TALK IN LOCKER ROOMS!

Fucking A. That just made me respect the man all that much more. Anybody who took offense to this speech must get hard or wet about things like "everybody gets a worthless trophy day" and "we shouldn't grade students".

Seriously, man. It's fucking sports, that's how they roll, and if you don't like it, go listen to some fucking symphony after your metrosexual seminar. Hit "The Vagina Monologues" with David and Victoria Beckham.

Toughen up, Greta. If this wounds you so much, stop watching sports. Ballet may be your thing (and you can cry there, too!).

But if you keep complaining.....me and my new great friend--and obvious Lair visitor, Ron---got something to say!

MOTHERFUCK CARP!

I am LOVING Jeremy Lin! Linsanity, baby! It's fun, it's perking up a too-packed NBA schedule, and it's exciting. He's a great kid and it's a great story. The ultimate underdog getting his shot. I hope it keeps going. If you don't like Lin, you probably have the Beckhams on speed dial to arrange emergency trips to the shopping mall.

Got me a nice, long weekend. Started today. Y-E-S! Motherfuck Carp!

Me happy. Me like time off. Me don't know why me even bothers working. Me don't gotta. Me must be a glutton for punishment.

I don't get online to chat much. I know a good amount of people and get my chat from Facebook and from some people I already have on my chat list.

But I'll venture into a chat room on occasion, and sure enough, you'll get a bunch of guys assuming that you're there for an orgasm only they can provide. Not all guys are like this, of course. But a lot are. And so are a lot of women.

Invariably, I'll get an IMs from "hey wanna play?" guys and I'll decline, saying that I'm not there for sex. And there's always that one who'll say, "rats" or utter some other declaration of disappointment.

If only I was there for sex! Surely, I'd do it with THAT guy! I love how "that guy" assumes that it would've taken a female more than ten seconds to find a playmate. And I love how "that guy" assumes that I'd just play with him.

Then there's the guy who wants to hook up offline. Usually, these geniuses don't even look at profiles to find out where I actually, you know, live. It amazes me that even in chat rooms some fuckface will IM and ask this. Yeah, I'll just run off and meet some clown like this.

Personally, if I met a guy and we really hit it off, I could see myself maybe getting some action off of him. But it would take a long time. And believe me, I'd develop an offline relationship with him first--coffee, lunches, etc. Still, it's not my S.O.P.

Sheesh. The mentality of some people when they get into a chat room, though.

Hubby's being put to work. He gets to slide on the sex during NASCAR season. Not when it's NASCAR's off-season. No, sorry honey!

So, last night, he did his duty, and quite well, I must say. But....maybe too good of a job? Yeah, I woke up this morning ready for more. So....hand down his boxers.....

Husband: "Let me sleep."

Me: "No. You're working from home, so you have to pay for that. Quit talking back, property."

Husband: "Sorry, all tapped out. Call your boyfriend."
Me: "He's fucking his wife. You do the same, motherfucking hubby."

Husband: "Let. Me. Sleep. And quit using that word."

Me: "What word? "Wife?"

Husband: "Motherfucker, you lunatic."

Me.: "Alex wants to motherfucking fuck you."

And that did it. He was at full attention. Like any guy with a sane mind, he thinks Alex is cuter than cute, and hotter than hot. So I climbed aboard and "did the work", so to speak. Hey, you gotta meet people halfway, right?

Anyway, it didn't take me long to hit the high note and I knew how to make him hit it too. I kept rocking back and forth and said, "I can't wait to double team you with Alex."

And that was that. He ended up starting work later than he had planned, but hey, it wasn't like he had to drive in to work (as he had already "driven-in" somewhere else!)

Would you like fries with that?

I enjoy having a steady bf and hubby. It really IS the best of both worlds. Throw in some cute girls, and well, I'm a happy motherfucking chick. Sometimes a little tired, but happy nonetheless.

Orgasms good. More orgasms better. Food best of all.

I MUST say congratulations to my friends, Shelly and Janey. They recently moved in together at "The House" (Shells moved into Janey's giant, all-encompassing room).

Actually, I don't really HAVE to. But I'm a wonderful, giving person. What can I say? I love those two motherfuckers.

I think they should just shut down Yahoo! at this point. It's clear these fucks don't know what they're doing.

First, they closed down 360, a wonderful platform. I loved 360. But these arrogant assholes knew better. Then, when they shut down 360, they shut down their regular profile system.

When they shut down 360, they promised that everyone could export their blogs. Of course, they're shitty export tool didn't work and everybody lost their blog content.

So they shut down the regular profiles and introduced some POS called "Pulse". "Pulse" must mean "parasite" in Latin, because all it did was suck off FB, Twitter, and Blogspot feeds. Oh, you could add friends, too.

Then you lost the ability to actually, you know, CONTACT your friends! WTF? Then, not long ago, I went to check my Pulse page and saw that it had been replaced with some standard profile platform. All your friends were gone. Now they call it "Yahoo! Profile". Wow, what creative mind thought of THAT?

I'd call it, "Bland POS Yahsuck! Profile". Useless, like everything else on Yahoo.

You couldn't add friends. Just an info page. I went to my profile page and found that this stupid thing doesn't even completely work. When I clicked the "More Info" tab, it wouldn't open.

Unbelievable. No wonder other social networking systems are kicking the snot out of it!

Oh, and when I went to my profile from the YahSuck Messenger module, I had to sign in. I guess signing INTO Messensucker wasn't enough.

Fuck you, Yahoo. I hope you assholes go out of business. You're nothing but arrogant, know-nothing losers. Again, fuck you. Anybody who makes AOL look great in comparison is truly the bottom of the barrel.

When 360 was still around, I DID have one problem. You could post your own pick as the background. It was great. People loved it. And there was one of me I posted at a yacht club in Florida. It show a teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy bit of nipple. So they kept taking it off. Needless to say, this royally pissed me off. They gave me shit over another couple of pics as well.

So Teri put up a full frontal nude pic of herself for her background to see what they'd do. They never said a word. She had it up for like a year.

Unreal.

A month or so ago, the law office I run with an iron fist moved into a spacious new pad. A few weeks before we moved, one of the senior partners came into my office and said, "C'mon. We're going to the new place."

Fuck yeah. But why?

Boss In Name Only: We want you to pick your office.

Me: Why? You didn't already assign me a closet?

BINO: We don't want to hear you complain by choosing yours. We have two from you to choose from.

Me: Only two?
BINO: Uh huh.

Me: Okay, but Lindsay's coming with us.

BINO: We picked out her work area already.

Me: Lindsay's coming with us.

BINO: Fine. I apologize for not realizing this.

Me: That's okay.

Fucking bosses. They're like your parents: you TELL them, you don't ASK them. And you let them know that if they say no, you're going to do it behind their backs anyway, so they might as well just fucking say yes and spare themselves the headache. Seems simple enough to me.

So I went and grabbed Lindsay (she's my former assistant when I ran Accounts Payable/Receivable who now runs Accounts Payable/Receivable). I wanted her to have an idea of where she wanted what. I thought that was only fair.

Lindsay is another example of telling, not asking, your boss/bosses.

When I became the office manager, I wanted Lindsay. So when they asked if I wanted the "interim" taken off my title, I said sure.

Then I told BINO I wanted Lindsay to move up.

Me: Lindsay is taking my old job.

BINO: Lindsay hasn't graduated from college and she doesn't have enough experience.

Me: Lindsay is taking my old job.

BINO: No, Lindsay hasn't graduated from college.

Me: I can do this all day. Ask my husband.

BINO: Fine, as long as she finishes (her degree) this semester and you'd better help her learn the job. Anything to shut you up. We hate Ryan for recommending you.

Me: She will. I will. Get me some coffee.

See, it's important to repeat your demand. In both instances I did this. Sometimes they give up after you restate how it's going to be. Sometimes you have to work at it.

One warning: Don't do this type of thing if you suck at your job. If you're good at your job, most bosses will let you stomp on their heads and kick them repeatedly in the crotch because it's too hard to replace an effective employee.

Back to the new digs. There were two nice offices left. One would be mine, the other a mini-conference room. One was a bigger office that was really nice. The other was a corner office that was slightly smaller. I took the corner office. All the attorneys had some windows in their offices, by the way. I like it when things go my way.

Personally, I should've had the biggest office there, but being difficult to deal with can only take you so far.

Lindsay's work area met with my--and her--approval.

But me happy. Me like my corner office. Me deserve my corner office. Me is glad my bosses are afraid of me. Me like intimidation.

You.....got a problem with that?

Awesome!

2011-11-07T17:23:00.000-08:00

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 Night

2011-11-05T20:57:00.000-07:00

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!

Couple Days Off

2011-10-17T17:34:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2011-09-03T21:57:00.000-07:00

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....

Hello Again, Hello!

2011-01-15T22:52:00.000-08:00

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!

So What Is Up?

2010-12-16T00:02:00.000-08:00

Arghghggh! The Tampa Bay Bucs be sailin' towards winning waters again!

Ten or eleven fucking months since I made a non-sports post? What the fuck? Anybody still around? Anybody even care anymore? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, that's for sure.

Anyway, a few weekends ago, me, Shells, Mitzie, Janine, Kellie, and Nick were up at R & L's (or as we call it now, "The House"). During a break in the action, Mitzie, Alex, Shelly and I were bouncing ideas off each other about our blogs. Janine looked at us and said, "How about this? You guys actually MAKE an entry on your blogs! Helloooooooooooooooooooooo!"

And that's Janine. She's a nut. And honest. Don't ask her a question unless you want a brutally honest answer. Gotta love her. Great in bed, too!

She was right, of course. All of us chickie-boos have neglected our blogs, for one reason or another. Mitzie's been trying to claw her way up the corporate ladder, Shelly's been living the life of a happy-to-be free divorced woman, and Alex has been taking care of her own business (which thankfully includes me).

And me?

Congratulate my Irish ass! I finished up my degree! Woohooo! Finished up the end of summer! Finally, I can put that in my rear view mirror!

LMAO It only took sixteen years, classes at Florida State, the University of South Florida and the University of Phoenix....but it's finally fucking done!

And about work?

Well, when I started at this job (a law practice) a couple of years ago, it was a part-time position. I worked between 25 and 35 hours a week for several months. Then it shifted to full-time. It was a basic bookkeeping position, working with accounts payable and receivable.

I was working for a lady named Janet. She ran the whole department (which was her and me). Well, about two months ago, she retired. Guess who took her place?

Woohoo, I did! As Alex might say, "Yay for me!"

And I even got to hire my OWN assistant! I hired an adorable girl to work around 25 hours a week. She's an accounting student and so sweet and smart. I wish I didn't have to keep my hands to myself!

There are two types of employees: those that create headaches, and those that make your work life easier. She definitely makes things easier.

I've also been busy with a new guy. Well, not new. You remember that guy I mentioned in the last entry, the one that I slept with late last year? Well, shorty after posting that, we were talking on-line. He was interested in a repeat performance.

I figured, why not? Yeah, I wasn't overly impressed with our first meeting. But at first you don't succeed, right?

So at the end of January, we got together at his place. His wife and kids were away and Fucking A. He must've just had an off day, so to speak, the first time we met! He was awesome!

We spent the weekend together naked. Fucked in every room in the house. Fucked in the pool and fucked in the jacuuzi. By the time Sunday night came, I was exhausted. Exhausted but happy.

We've been meeting on a semi-regular basis since then. His name's Tom, and between him, Nick, my boyfriend and husband, I have four guys keeping me happy. Sure, one or two more might be nice, but shit, don't want to be greedy! LOL

Speaking of greedy.....

Shelly and I have gotten into a nice little routine. About once every month, month and a half, we hit a lez bar in the area and try to find a girl (or girls) to spend the night with us at a hotel.

Gotta tell you, I fucking love this.

We like My Sister's Room and Bellissima. And we've been lucky just about every time.

Our plan is pretty much the same every time. We go down, get a couple of drinks, and do some dancing. We scope out the bar and dance with different cute girls for awhile. When one of us feels that she's found a really nice, cute girl, she'll invite her to join us for a drink.

We talk for a bit and then make the offer. Sometimes the first one says yes. More often than not, we have to talk to a few different cuties. We haven't run into anybody that's been offended, though, so that's a good thing. But we almost always find someone.

Then we head off to a motel and have fun for several hours.

I love just picking up a girl--especially with Shelly--and just getting down and dirty and then saying goodbye when it's all over. Really reminds me of college.

I'll tell you this: you'd be surprised at how many married women we find. A lot get out when their husband's working or out of town or whatever. We met one lady in her forties who had been married, in her words, "forever." Her kids are grown and out of the house. She told us that she's been going out and picking up girls since her first year of marriage. LOL Hubby has no clue.

That kinda sucks. I mean, she isn't hurting him or anything. She just likes being with a woman on occasion. We didn't find out why she never told him. She turned down our invite but was flattered. She prefers one on one. That's cool. Before she left, she gave us her email. We've had lunch with her a couple of times.

LOL We've asked her to join us each time we've seen her. The last time she laughed and said we were persistent. Shelly said, "Well, persistence pays off!"

Before she left the last time, Cynthia laughed and said "Maybe next time."

Hey, check out the greatest remake EVER! Carlos Santana and Chris Daughtry covering Def Leppard's "Photograph".

Take it easy!

Thoughts On LeBron.....

2010-07-08T23:44:00.000-07:00

A pissy, myopic fan base loses an overrated player. I think you know how Buccaneer Lori is going to react.

BL Posts Again.

2010-06-20T23:12:00.001-07:00

There are just some things I don't get.....

BL Takin' Names!

2010-03-14T23:57:00.001-07:00

WHAT? BQ traded to Denver? The Glazers are idiots? I have no clue as to what this Buccaneer Lori chick is talkin' about!

Buccaneer Lori Returns!

2010-03-13T23:44:00.000-08:00

BL's boy, Derek Anderson, was released this past week. And he created a stir with what he said. Of course, BL totally agrees with him!

Note: Browns fans, you're probably too delicate to handle this, so scroll down and look at my lezzie bath pictures!

Heh.

Buccaneer Lori Pimps Kevin Kolb.

2010-02-09T01:13:00.000-08:00

So who is Kevin Kolb? Why should Cleveland fans be foaming at the mouth to get him? Why does Buccaneer Lori think he's a future NFL star? And how could Cleveland get him?

Don't ask me.

Ask Buccaneer Lori.

BL In Da House Agaiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn......

2010-01-15T21:58:00.001-08:00

Buccaneer Lori is back and rips Phil Fulmer a new asshole! If it's possible to rip a new asshole on an existing asshole.....

I'm Back!

2010-01-12T01:15:00.000-08:00

You good folks remember this pic from my Yahoo! days?

Good. I'll be posting more later in this entry. That wasn't the only pic that was taken that night!

Wow. Been too long. What can I say?

I hope everybody had a happy holiday season. Hubby and I traveled down to St. Pete and visited my parents. Two of my brothers and their families made it down as well! So great seeing them all again! It's tough when family is spread out across the country! I have four brothers and they're all over the place! Don't those guys know I own them and have since I was hatched?!?!?!?! LOL

My job's still going great. Now I'm pretty much full-time. There was this guy who came in the other day.....a client....man, I'd love to strap on my knee pads and.....well, nevermind. I do love my job. BF was awesome for getting for me! I'll have to reprint the entry I posted on Yahoo! about it.

We don't get to fuck clients. What kinda stupid rule is THAT?

Anyway, the group stuff has been slow, lately. That's how things go. People get busy.....spouses get suspicious (note to Bev and Ashley: learn to lie better! LOL). We're looking for some more get-togethers soon, though.

Shelly got divorced from her hubby last year. I never really got along that great with Brian, her ex. We were cool at the outset, but I think he thought I monopolized her time. Maybe he was right, but he was fucking a chick on the side, so I don't want to fucking hear it from him. Of course, Shells was fucking my b/f, so I guess it all evens out.

I mean, when we originally met, we were cool. He watched me and Shells go at it a few times (as did my hubby). But I think he had a real issue with the emotional ties Shelly and I developed. I mean, we really love each other. Last Valentine's Day, I sent her some flowers with a card that said, "I'll love you forever."

Shit hit the fan. His reaction totally shocked her, and me, for that matter. I mean, he knew I loved her. I've been seeing her since early 2008, for fuck's sake. We spend a ton of free time together. But he was pissed that I loved her. He's sticking his dick in some 20 year old chick with huge hooters, yet is upset that I adore his wife. Things started spiraling downhill from that point. I mean, that whole deal was symptomatic of the problems that were already there.

Imagine had he found out that she was into group sex. LMAO

I'll tell you this: he didn't mind stroking it while watching Shells and I going at it. I really didn't mind being watched either. Cool watching a guy cum while he watches you. And I liked the idea that she wanted him to see her like that. It was kinda like he was in the loop.

Apparently, not enough, huh?

Anyway, they got divorced and, like many divorced couples, mended their fences and became friends again. They even got together for a roll in the hay sometimes. LOL He ended up breaking up with Tootsie Big Tits and Shelly ended up consoling him. And for those of you that have seen Shelly's picture, you KNOW that she can provide some serious consolation! Then he met another girl and they stopped engaging in post-marital fucky-wucky.

But there were some tough days before all that. A lot of times I ended up at her apartment holding her while she cried. It tore me up that she was hurting so much. She's very sensitive and the whole thing really hurt her, even though she knew that they were doing the right thing.

She felt guilty about cheating (with my bf, she never considered making love to me cheating). She felt angry that her hubby cheated. She was pissed he had stopped sleeping with her for so long. It was just a big mess of emotions and I was happy that she chose my shoulder to cry on. As with any divorce, there was blame enough to go around (if blame must be passed around at all).

I did ask her at one point, though, if she was angry with me. I introduced her to my bf a few months after she and I met. I was nervous about this. I was the one who really initiated the threesomes we had in early 2008. I wouldn't have blamed her. She said she wasn't, and I was very relieved. I was selfish for doing that. But I loved the idea of my bf and gf in bed with me.

She could've been mad. Think about it. One day, she has a hubby and a girlfriend on the side. Then she has two people on the side. A few months later, she's fully involved in group sex almost every week. Huge jump for a girl without a past like....well, mine or Lexie's or Ryan's. Then again, Mitzie's girlfriend Kellie adapted to it pretty well and she had a pretty "clean" past.

Brian and I did mend our fences, though. Shelly didn't want any hard feelings between us. So Brian and I met for lunch a few months ago. As some of you know, he and my hubby became friends after Shelly and I met and I figured for the sake of my hubby, we should at least try and bury the hatchet.

We did. We ended up talking for a couple of hours and aired our grievances. I could see how I put him off. I can be disrespectful and mouthy at times and that got to him after awhile. I mean, honestly, I never meant to offend him. Sometimes my mental filter doesn't operate properly and I say shit I shouldn't. And he apologized for some of the things he said. He admitted that he had been threatened by Shelly's feelings for me. On some level I sensed that....and reacted rather snottily about it.

Divorce, American Style, truer than the red, white and blue-oo-oo-oo!

Been banging the bf quite a bit. Kinda like old times. LOL BF's wife, my baby girl Alex, has been fucking Nick quite a bit. I think she's wearing him out. LOL Of course, that leaves plenty of time for her hubby to take care of his main girlfriend, which is me, of course.

Some guy wrote me and wanted to hook up. He saw the blog. I was tempted. I mentioned this to Lexie, who promptly set me straight. If you haven't seen Lexie's blog, she's adamant about never meeting people off-line. Says it's too dangerous. She's right. But man.....dude was married, cute....

I was tempted. Really tempted. But decided that she was right.

Honestly, that's why I had so many hook-ups with girls in college. I rarely slept with guys I wasn't dating. Girls are safer. Now, I'd like to add that I did date quite a few guys in college. LOL

One question I get asked a lot is why I left Florida State after my sophomore year. That's a story in itself. No, there was no major scandal. I was just burned out. Well, and a few other things. Maybe for my next entry?

Speaking of college..........

I'm almost done! As Lexie might say, "Yay for me!" I've been taking on-line classes part-time at the University of Phoenix for the last couple of years. I'll be getting my B.S. in Bidness at the end of this year! Woooohooooooo! Okay, that's not really almost done, but close enough!

I did take one on-campus class last Fall. Met a cute married guy. Yeah. Ended up in bed with him. Not great. That's for another entry as well. Not horrible, not great. Quite forgettable.

I will say this, though: All sex is good sex? My ASS!

I get asked a lot of questions. I need to do an entry answering them all. Well, the ones that can be answered in a paragraph or less. LOL Some require their own entry!

Anyway, back to the pic. Yahoo gave me a ton of grief about it, to the point where I had to edit and edit and edit it to the point where, well, you couldn't see anything good! That sucks!

Anyway, the girl on the left is Mindy. I met her during my sophomore year at FSU. We really hit it off and one day after class she asked if I dug chicks. I told her that I definitely dug chicks and thought that she was super-cute.

She wanted to know if I wanted to get together with her while her b/f Bill watched. I was initially concerned, of course, but I did meet him and he really seemed (and turned out to be) really nice. So I agreed, but told them that I wanted to bring a gay friend of mine, Frank, with me the first time, just for my own piece of mind. They were both cool with that.

I had a great time with Mindy two nights later. She was definitely hot and knew how to please a girl. I really, really dug her tats.

Anyway, I hooked up with Mindy a few times and oddly enough, Frank showed up for a couple more, just to watch. He couldn't explain why he enjoyed watching, but he did. Frank was, of course, never really attracted to girls but "appreciated the beauty of the female form".

Exact quote.

I get that. I've gotten off while watching gay porn, myself. Maybe not exactly the same thing, as I like men, but you can't always explain why something turns you on. Sexuality isn't always logical, right?

Anyway, these were taken the fourth time, I think, I got together with Mindy. Frank was there, as was Bill. I definitely would've rolled with him, too. But they liked hooking her up with other girls and having him watch. I guess it was their "thing". Too bad. He was a cute guy. Eventually, they moved on to other girls. Too bad, again. Then again, I did leave FSU not all that long after I first met them. Mindy and Bill were really sweet. I don't know if they stayed together, but I hope they did. I could tell that they really loved each other.

So there are over 70 pics here. They were taken at our second meeting. Enjoy. I'm not editing out my face. It's been 14 or so years, so fuck it. LOL

Note: The pics aren't in exact order. I'm too lazy to figure out how to do that here. And really, do any of you care? Nah! Didn't think so! Another note: Yes, my nipples are pierced in these pics.

I hope everyone's doing well! Talk to you later! Or sooner, probably! LOL Remember: if you can't be good, be good at what you're doing that's bad!

"Duh."

That's Mindy's boyfriend, Bill, right behind me.

Beer and pussy? Sign me up for that anytime!

Love this pic. For some reason, it just strikes me as uber-hot.

Lovin', touchin', squeezin', anotherrrrrrrrrrr.......

"More beer!"

"Ooops! I did it again!"

Making sure my skin's still smooth. :)

"I shure likes beer....hic...."

My "O" face!

"Whoa, baby!"

I LOVED her ass and her tramp stamp!

I Have Herpes!

2009-10-20T18:17:00.000-07:00

Okay, how many of you guys believed that?

New BL Post

2009-10-07T22:02:00.000-07:00

Buccaneer Lori is back. And she's her usual self!

So What's New?

2009-09-21T01:37:00.000-07:00

So, you come to the original bad girl's blog.....to read an entry about health? LOL Bear with me.

In late January, I went in for my yearly pap smear (sorry guys, but it's relevant to the story). After checking my happy palace (snicker), the doctor started checking my face, my skin and my hair. She also noticed that I had lost some weight.

She then then asked me a host of other questions. She then said, "Lori, I think you need to get your thyroid tested."

Huh? Why? WTF?

"I think you might have a condition known as hyperthyroidism."
"Huh?"
"You're thyroid gland is overactive. I think."

So I made an appointment with our doctor at North Fulton Family Medical and went in. And he looked over the file my gyno sent over and did a TSH test (and all the blood work and tests, cuz no matter what you go to a doctor for, you get blood work done--got the trots? Blood work. Got herpes? Blood work. Ingrown toenail? Blood work.) A couple of days later, I went in and met with him.

"Dr. Traxton was right. You do have hyperthyroidism."
"How long? Do you know?"
"No way of knowing. Could've been years."

Wow.

So now I get to take medicine for it. The doctor also told me to severly curtail my drinking.

That's right. My bourbon. My precious bourbon.....my precious, wonderful, bourbon. But I knocked my drinking down by roughly 90 percent.

On the flip side, I feel a million times better now. The fatigue is gone, I'm eating better, and I've gained weight back. My hair is thicker. I feel so much better. Of course, knocking off the heavy boozing helps too, I'd guess.

And shockingly, I'm a bit less hyper. I've mellowed out a tad. I like that. I've always been somewhat high strung (shut up) and now I'm a little looser. Not all that much, but enough to notice a difference.

Buccaneer Lori has made an appearance and is venting her wrath on Bucs and Browns fans.

Trent Dilfer is still a douche, of course.

Lori's Back In Da Hizzy!

2009-09-05T21:15:00.000-07:00

Danica Patrick is H-O-T! I'd like to bury my face between her legs and...... step on the accelerator! Yeah!

Soooooooooooo......your rave-fave porn star ain't been on for awhile. I know, I know. Start a blog and then ignore it. Sure, I suppose I could be more attentive, like my girl Alex is with hers or my boyfriend is with his, but porn stars, by nature, aren't very responsible!

Boooyah!

So where were we when I was last here? Oh yeah, Nick.

Nick and I met a few times. The sex was fantastical. Is that a word? Anyway, it was great. I loved fucking him again. But he started feeling guilty and put an end to it.

Sheesh.

I mean, I get the guilt thing. I think. Yeah, I get it.

But why should he feel guilty? I mean, he's a great dad and a great husband. I know that sounds odd; a great husband who cheats. But he was only--er, yeah, "only"--cheating with me and the only reason he was cheating is because his princess of a wife wouldn't spread her legs for him.

Seriously, if a wife doesn't put out, that should give him the right to get relief elsewhere! And the same for sex-deprived wives!

I told Nick to give it some thought and if he changed his mind, we'd talk about resuming our fun. It's not an automatic. He's not going to call me every six months to get off and be done with it for another six months. I'm a porn star, not a hooker. There's a difference.

Anyway, if he changes his mind, I might require him to play with my girls at least once. Shelly, Lexie, Mitzie and Kellie (should the last two choose to join the group again) would enjoy him. I'd love to have two cocks at once (er, well, again that is) and so would they. Of course, boyfriend approves.

Whatever his girls want...they get! Lunch, movie, oral, guest cock....doesn't matter.

Back to Nick. Or, more specifically, his wife. Isn't not putting out a form of cheating in and of itself? If a spouse doesn't put out, then he/she is robbing the other of something important. When my hubby wants to jump on Lori's Wild Ride, he gets to jump on Lori's Wild Ride.

And a wild ride it is. I love it when he puts his E ticket in the slot. And he is this tall, so he's eligible to ride again and again......

There's still lots I want to do with this blog. I want to repost some photos I had on 360. Here, I can post them without having to edit every little fucking thing. Yahoo would just come and take down my pics, even if they didn't show any frontal nudity. I do enjoy the freedom that Blogspot offers its users.

One thing is I want to write up something about my boyfriend. Yeah, he wrote about me on his blog, but I thought it'd be fun to talk about it from my point of view. Gah. I hate to say it, but meeting him really was one of the best days of my life. And I hate saying it because I know he'll tease me about it. But meeting me was one of the best days of his life, so we're even.

I'd also like to do entries on Shelly and Alex. And Mitzie, too.

Oh, and another very important person.....my hubby. I'm sure some of you are curious about him. ;)

Anyway, I thought I'd repost an entry I originally did on Yahoo 360 (Originally titled, "Suck It, Sarah!") about an affair I had with a married man when I was 18. It was awesome. I got laid and got revenge on a horrible, nasty bitch of a woman at the same time.

I guess you could say that I'm a muti-tasker.

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Bad me. Bad Lori..... Bad, BAD, Lori.....

This is about a married guy I had an affair with many years ago. He lived and his bitch wife lived across the street. I was 18, he was 30. And Robert Redford handsome. They had moved in a few years earlier, not long after I started high school.

He was always pleasant and nice. But I hated the guy's wife, though. Total bitch. I don't know why she disliked me so much, but she wouldn't give me the time of day. And I mean from day one.

After I had JUST turned 18, I ran into their six year old boy. He waved at me from across the street and said "HI LORI!"

SO CUTE!

So I waved back and talked to the cute little guy. He was telling me about school and all that. So I was just saying, "Uh huh...., that's great" that type of thing.

So his mom saw me talking to him, shot me a dirty look and grabbed his hand. The kid started crying because he thought he was in trouble and even looked back and waved. I could hear that she was telling him something, but didn't hear what. Probably something to the effect of "I told you not to talk to her!" It wasn't because she thought he was wandering into the street, either. It was me.

What'd she think? I was gonna give her kid the clap just by talking to him? WTF? The wierd thing is, it's not like I had a rep or anything. I may have been promiscuous, but I was never the neighborhood or school slut. I dressed fairly conservatively (except in certain circumstances......LOL). I was pretty discreet. My parents never knew, how could she?

So anyway, the next day, Bill came over and apologized. I asked him why his wife didn't like me--I had never done anything to her. He didn't want to answer. "She thinks I'm a whore, huh?" He kind of nodded. I told him not to worry about it. I didn't care what she thought and that he and I were cool.

But as he left, I said, "Do you think that?" He said, "Think what?" "That I'm a whore." "No, I certainly don't." "Well, if you want.....we could get together sometime and you can judge for yourself." He looked at me with a shocked expression. I laughed and said, "You heard me. Don't worry. I'm legal. Barely." He laughed and said, "You're still in high school!" "Yah, so's my boyfriend. So what? You're cute."

So he just smiled and said, "Thanks....but....I can't." "Okay, that's cool. Let me know if you change your mind." "I won't, no offense." "I bet you will."

So I'm confident. What can I say?

I wasn't worried about Bill telling his wife. He was an easygoing guy who didn't want the headache of his wife storming across the street to tell my parents that I tried to nail her hubby. Besides, he did like me and thought I was funny, so I knew he'd be discreet. But really, I was out of line. Sometimes I cross the line from outgoing to obnoxious.

So when I saw him a few days later (I was washing my car--I like sports, hot women, clean cars, and red meat; give me a dick and I'd be a guy (which means Ryan wouldn't fuck me, the big jerk!) I decided to make amends.

It was 4 on a Friday afternoon and he got home a bit early. I had watched his wife pull out earlier, so I knew I could chat with him. So I waltzed across the street. So I said, "Hey, Bill?" Luckily he smiled. "Yes Lori?"

"You're not mad are you?"

"About the other day?"

"Yah, that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"It's okay. It just surprised me. You're a little forward, you know."

"Yah, Mom tells me that a lot. Actually she told me that I'm alot forward."

I still say "Yah" alot. Drives Boyfriend, Girlfriend and Husband crazy. "Hey, Lori, want dinner?" "Yah." "What?" "Yah. Yah. Yah. Yah." "Hey Lori, you think that chick is hot?" "YAHHHHHH!" "Hey Lori, wanna come down and have some girly fun?"

YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Yah, I'm like that.

So he was cool. I really wanted to take him to the side of the house and suck him off as a reward, but I figured I'd already pushed my luck. Besides, I didn't want to snack and get full before dinner.

Heh.

So we ended our conversation. I thought I'd better get out before Sarah the Bitch drove up and accused me of raping her husband or infecting her house with the herp. She'd probably call Haz-Mat over.

So I finished up cleaning my Toyota Corolla. My boyfriend, Troy, was coming over later to watch television (and fuck me, since Mom and Daddy were going out) and I wanted to wash up.

We had fun that night.

So Bill and I kept chatting over the next few months. I graduated from high school and took a summer job at Penny's. I fucking hate retail. I fucking hate dealing with assholes who can't even read a fucking price tag. I fucking hate the general public.

Troy and I broke up after graduation. We were both in it for the sex, and not much else. Cool guy though. We liked each other, but there wasn't much beyond that. And he was accepted to the University of Miami and left early to set up an apartment (Troy had no intention of living in a dorm, and his parents could easily afford it).

But I was double out of luck. I knew a girl from another high school and we'd meet every couple of weeks for fun. We had met at the beginning of our senior year at a football game. But she started getting....I don't know. I think she just felt weird about playing with another girl.

It wasn't anything heavy. Kissing, hugging, masturbating together, some oral. I wasn't chaining her to a sybian or anything or doing her with a strap on. But I respected her decision. She was nice and I think she had a hard time telling me that she wanted to stop.

Hey, I TOLD you I was a wild child when I was younger!

So a few weeks later....I'm friggin' horny. And I'm in no mood to hang around the mall and pick up the first guy I see. So why not try Bill again? Hey, his wife wasn't giving any ass up, well I didn't think she was. So maybe I could entice him. Over 18, out of high school......hot little Irish girl....

So I was pulling my car in one day after suffering through five hours of "Can I return this? ("This" being something worn and then damaged)....I see him working in his garage. No wifey in sight.

So I went into my bedroom, put on a tight pair of shorts (no underwear, of course)--that showed my ass hanging out a little. And I threw on a tank top (no bra, again of course) and walked over. "Hey!" "Hey sweetie. How you doing?"

Heh. He hadn't looked up yet. Lolita was in da house! Or the garage.

"Good. You?"
"Just fi----"
"What?" "Sheesh, Lori. My wife sees me talking to you dressed like that....."
"Oh, then I'll just say my clothes shrank."
"Lori...."
"What?"
"I thought we had put this issue to bed?"
"TO BED?"

That was it. I got the giggles. Then he got them too. "Okay.....okay, I thought we agreed that we wouldn't talk about this anymore." So I said, "Well, I didn't say anything but hello..... but I never said that I wouldn't bring it up again. I just apologized." "So what's changed?" "Oh, come on. Tell me you haven't thought about fucking me."

Hey, I really WAS forward, huh?

"LORI!"
"Deny it. Hey, I'm not looking to hurt you or your marriage. But I know you stare at me. You stared at my ass when I walked away after that apology."
"Looking isn't actually doing it."

Enough. Too many nights with Mr. Vibrator gets to a girl.

So I walked over to the switch for the garage door opener and said, "You have five seconds to tell me not to flip this switch. If you don't, I'm going to give you a blow job. Five...."
"Lori...."
"Four....just tell me and I'll leave.""
Uh....."
"Three....I can see you have a hard on...but I'll leave if you want. Just tell me to."
"Lori, go ho--"
"TWOONE!"

Sorry, Bill. I was faster. I flipped the switch and took off my top and walked over. Bill's mouth was hanging open. I said, "Go ahead....touch 'em." He did and I loved it. I won. He had given in. This would only be the start.

So I got on my knees and started licking and sucking and jacking his dick. He had been in dry dock far too long. And that was a HUGE shame for such a good looking guy. I had my hand down my pants and fingered myself while I sucked him.

I could feel him start to tense up and I knew what that meant. He took his cock out and pointed it away from me. I grabbed it and pointed it at my tits. I got a bath.

Yah! She shoots...she scores! Actually HE shoots, and I scored....or did he score? We both scored?

So I got up and kissed him on the lips and put my shirt on. Then I grabbed his hand and had him feel how wet I was--and I was soaked. Then I said, "Okay. I won't bother you anymore. It's up to you if you want to fuck or do whatever, okay?" He was drained. He hadn't cum in so long I think I wore him out! He said, "Okay honey."

As I left through the side door, I said, "I won't tell anyone about today either. It never happened. And don't feel guilty....I didn't really intend to leave no matter what you said. But next time, you have to ask--you have to come to me. I've done my part. But if you ask, I'll say yes. You can have me til the end of summer and then I go up to Tallahassee." "Okay." "And your wife's wrong: I'm not a whore....but I'll sure as shit fuck you like one."

Eeeeep! The words that came out of my mouth that day!

So I went home. Mom and Dad weren't home yet, so I grabbed Mr. Vibrator and had some fun. As I was about to cum, I tasted Bill's cum and that did the trick. I showered up and watched television the rest of the night.

I saw Bill on and off for a week or so. He'd wave and I'd wave back. He seemed like he wanted to talk, but didn't. Well, I had made the first move, so I thought he could come get me if he wanted to play. Of course, eventually he did.

About ten days after my oral conquest, I was washing my car (I REALLY llike clean cars) when Bill walked over. We made small talk and finally he said, "You wanna come over tomorrow?"

"Where's wife gonna be?"
"She'll be in Dunedin all day visiting her mom and dad."
"You're not going?"
"No, I have to work a couple of hours in the morning."
"Okay. I'll keep an eye out for your car and just come over."
"Can't wait."

Then to top it off.... "Oh, Bill? What I'm going to do to you tomorrow will make that blow job I gave you will look like a fucking game of checkers. So get your sleep tonight, cuz your dick is mine tomorrow."

And Ryan laughs and tells me I have a mouth NOW. He shoulda seen me back then!

But yes, I'm that good. Ask Ryan. He hasn't even looked at another woman since meeting me. Well, except his cutie-puss wife that I'm in love with.

So the next morning I purtied mahself ups and put on some shorts and a t-shirt, pulled my hair into a pony tail and waited. And finally around 11 Bill pulled in. I went outside and he gave me the thumbs up.

So I ran over and we went inside and I attacked him. You know those hot movie scenes where a guy and a chick are making out and stripping each other's clothes off at the same time?

Yah, that happened.

I got everything I wanted. I got eaten several times, 69'd, and fucked over and over. The first time he fucked me, I was bent over his couch and he took me from behind. Awesome. Honestly, I don't remember how many times he fucked me, just that we did it in just about every position.

He was sex-starved, and I was happy to serve up dinner! Pussy: it's what's for dinner!

At one point, between romps, he confessed that--as I had suspected--his worthless wife never spread her legs for him. I told him then he had nothing to feel guilty about with me.

Seriously......if you don't put out for your wife or hubby, don't complain if they get it from somebody else. This guy was so nice and so good looking that it was a waste. But good for me. The less hard ons she took advantage of, the more there were for me.

And there were plenty for me. I gave him something I rarely give men: a standing invite that says anytime, anywhere. When it got to be around 4:30, I got dressed and told him that all he had to do was let me know that he wanted to fuck. If I could, I would. The only other guy I've given that to is Ryan.

Needless to say, once that first Saturday was done, Bill took advantage of my offer as much as he could. We'd meet and I'd give him nooners during his lunch hour. I'd meet him at the fucking Wynn-Dixie parking lot at night. Like Shakira says, "Whenever, wherever." A few times, he snuck over when bitchy-pooh was asleep and we fucked in my car or in the garage.

My period meant a few days of blow jobs for Bill. I went crazy on this guy. Part of it was that I was really horny myself. I was 18 and in always in heat--you know how THAT goes. Another part was that I liked him--he was nice, and I like nice guys (if you're on my friends list, consider yourself a nice guy).

The last part?

That bitch. That worthless bitch who thought that I wasn't good enough to talk to her little boy. Fuck her. Fuck her for thinking I'd somehow corrupt a six year old. I've been called my share of names. I'm a big girl (well, not literally). I can take it. But nothing hurt me like that did. I love kids. Yet I was trash to her.

So school time arrived and it was getting close for The Queen to drive up to Tallahassee. Blah. Never should've done it. Loved the college (GO SEMINOLES!), but wasn't ready. How I made good grades for two years, I'll never know.

So after our last time, I thanked Bill for all the fun. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "I should be thanking you." And I told him that if he needed to find another woman, to do it and to never feel guilty for going out and getting what he needed.

I have no tolerance for spouses who withhold sex!

And I also told him that if he needed some attention during the winter break, I'd be glad for an encore. And if he wanted me next summer, consider it done. I also gave him my address and told him to call me and if he found himself up there, we'd have fun. He smiled. He liked that. But I think more than the sex, he just wanted to be close to a girl. His wife was so emotionally cold, I don't know how he could even stand her.

We did meet up on my winter break and had a couple of fun times. But in February, he called me up to say goodbye. He had gotten promoted and was going to be moving to Houston. I was bummed. He was so much fun. But I liked the fact that he thought enough of me to call to let me know and to say goodbye and to thank me and say I meant alot to him. Okay, THAT made me cry a little....I admit it. No, I didn't love him, but I would miss him. I hope he found a nice, sweet Texas girl to fuck. Heh.

As for YOU, Sarah.....

Fuck you. I loved screwing your husband and doing what you were too much of a selfish skank to do. I loved giving him not only sex, but affection and the self-confidence you eroded. I loved seeing him smile and have fun. I loved fucking him ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED with my head on your pillow!

I make no apologies for taking care of this man, even if only for a couple of months. Fuck, I'm proud of that summer. I'm proud that I made him happy. He made me happy, too.

Too bad for you, Sarah.

Cunt.

Glad I got THAT off my chest! I loved my fun with Bill.

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As true now as when I first wrote it.

My property...er, my boyfriend.....told me about a site where you can look people up. I did find Bill. He's still in Texas, and apparently still married to that hag Sarah.

Suck it, Sarah!

My only regret is that I didn't fuck him even more than I did.

I will say this: I don't know why Sarah disliked me so much to begin with. I was always nice to her. I was nice to the little boy. And I never flaunted my body. It's not like I hung out in the driveway in Daisy Duke cutoffs, and a wet t-shirt.

Maybe she was just jealous of every girl. I have no clue. But I sure as fuck didn't appreciate her or her fucking stuck-up attitude. What a miserable bitch.

She didn't deserve a guy as good as Bill. She never did and doesn't now. She never will.

BL Entry

2009-07-24T09:01:00.000-07:00

Buccaneer Lori is in da house, and she's sharing her thoughts on Ben Roethlisberger.

Buccaneer Lori Is Up And Running!

2009-07-20T21:23:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've finished bringing over Buccaneer Lori's 360 posts! If you like, you can check them out or just wait until she posts her thoughts on the Ben Roethlisberger situation.

And BL has plenty of thoughts regarding this bullshit civil suit that's been filed against the Steeler QB.

Her thoughts will please many Pitt fans, but that's just something she can't avoid.

Hehehehehehehehehe! Sorry, couldn't resist.

A Question to A Member Of Lori's Legion....

2009-07-20T10:04:00.000-07:00

Rich, are you the same "Rich/RK" from Yahoo 360? Just wondering!

Coming Attractions

2009-07-07T00:42:00.001-07:00

Buccaneer Lori, at your service!

For those of you that haven't thrown yourselves into a wood chipper......

I'm just checking in on my laptop here. Nice long Saturday at Ryan & Lexie's house. Everyone's passed out except for me. LOL We go at it pretty hard and really get our money's worth. And that's way sex should be, whether it's two or more people involved: intense and long. The more you cum, the better. The more times you make someone cum, the better.

My baby, Shelly, is in our room snoozing away and Mitzie's cuddled up between our hosts in their bed.

Me? I'm sipping on a Diet Coke and eating a sandwich. Alternative lifestyles allow for late-night snacking, thankfully.

If you know me from Yahoo!, you know I like food. I like food a lot. I'm grateful for many things. Sex, the people I love, my job, being multi-orgasmic, the Tampa Bay Bucs are all on that list. But one thing I'm also grateful for is having a very high metabolism. Without it, I'd be round.

Nick drove up a few days ago and took me to a hotel and we did an encore performance. It was great. The guy loves sex and I benefit from what his wife passes up. She's nuts. How she isn't interested in getting this guy's cock in her mouth and pussy as much as possible is beyond me.

Anyway, it was nice to fuck him in a bed instead of a car. Car sex is fun, but you're really limited in what you can do. You're worried about people catching you and let's face it: your body can only bend so many ways. Let's just say that doggy style is much easier done in a bed!

Anyway, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So I'm going to flatter my favorite married couple and their blogs. I'm going to create some "side blogs' (as Lexie would say). Not too many, but one on sports (cuz I'm the fucking queen of sports, baby), my friends, and a couple of other things.

So you don't have to add each to your list of blogs you are following or keep clicking the side blogs, I'll just post notice on this page which has been updated. Then you go, become amazed at how fucking brilliant and humble I am on everything and go back to the main page.

Boyfriend, of course, has been victimized. He had the perfect blog template for his side blog on yours truly. Well, I cried and whined and begged and bitched and he finally told me where to find it. This works on most things, of course. Usually he just gives in to shut me up.

Oh, okay, so I just asked him. He didn't make me go into my whiny girlfriend mode. This is a good thing. Of course, he had to find another template for his tribute to me, the second most important woman in his life, but he'll manage. I'm like "wife b" to him. And Lexie's the one who coined that phrase.

So he had to give me the template or I would've told Lexie and she would've come through for her raging favorite redhead.

Yeah, he's got it made huh? We torment him, you know. We make him buy us lunches, take us shopping, carry our bags, listen to us bitch and complain about stuff, etc....

It's really cool. We make him fuck us and then order him to make us dinner.

Imagine your wife....times four. That's kind of how we roll around here. He's definitely outnumbered. Poor boyfriend...sigh.....

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy......

Most of the first entries that'll be posted are the ones from my 360 page. I have to hurry my little ass over there and get them before 360 is flushed for good. When I've finished, I'll make an update here, so I don't bug you all with "hey, another post from 360". That could be a tad annoying. LOL

One of the other side blogs (fuck, Lexie, did you just make that up in your pretty blonde head--now I can't stop saying it!) will deal with my sexual preferences. That could be fun.

Another will be on my background and all that. I probably won't update that one for obvious reasons.

Oh, and one will be devoted to goat fucking. I know lots of people are into goat fucking these days. I blame it on the economy. I don't know why the economy should be blamed, but no matter what happens these days, people blame it on the economy.

"My car doesn't run. Must be the economy."

"I have the trots. Must be too worried about the economy."

"My fucking wife won't swallow. She must be concerned about the economy."

"Jay Leno retired. Must be the economy."

"My testicles fell into the pencil sharpener. Fucking economy."

"People won't pay 2,000 bucks for a seat at a Yankee game. Must be the economy."

"I gave my daughter the herp. Must be the economy."
"Tiger Woods missed the cut at the British Open. Must be the economy."

"Yes, I cheated, honey. But she was hot and remember, the economy is, well, you know."
"I was a stupid shithead who bought a Yugo in the '80s. I must've been worried about the economy in advance."

And on and on. So goat fucking it is.

Note for anybody stupid enough to look for a goat fucking blog: I'm not really doing a goat fucking blog.

The sports blog, though, is important to me. If you know me offline or from 360, you know that I'm a sportsoholic. I love sports times a million. And I love the Bucs, Rays, and Magic (I'm still hurting from that loss in the Finals--married couple I love is still thrilled to no end) the most.

And if there's one guy I just love to piss all over, It's Trent "Douche Bag ButtSmack" Dilfer. I don't do it too much, but I enjoy myself when I sink my teeth into the hide of this carcass of a former NFL "quarterback/great team guy".

Another target of mine are Cleveland sports "fans". I like the Browns and watched them a lot when I was a kid. But fuck if I don't against some fans there. This goes back to last season, when Browns quarterback Derek Anderson was injured and the fans cheered it. So if you're from Cleveland and have an issue with me having an issue with that, piss off and throw yourself into a wood chipper.

I'm the youngest child in the family. And I have four older sports-crazy brothers. Many Sundays growing up, I'd sit with my dad and brothers and cheer on the Bucs. Most of the time there wasn't much to cheer, but I've stayed loyal to this team (even though the fuckheads running it now are fucking pissing me off to no end this offseason) since the first Sunday I watched it. I didn't understand it, but hey, I was four years old.

Sigh....I wish they'd bring back the original uniforms.....

Oh, and I still am proud that I predicted--on my 360 page--that the Giants would beat the Pats in the 2008 Super Bowl. Boyfriend had to buy me a steak for winning our bet!

Another important note: When doing a sports entry, I morph into a different personality. It's kind of a "Hulk" deal, except I don't turn green and have huge muscles. No, I magically become attired in pirate chick clothes and find a sword in my hand. My titties get bigger too. I wish I could keep 'em when I morph back into normal Lori mode.

Another will be devoted to those I love: my "family", my hubby, and other friends. I'll give you some background on how I met each of these people. I'm looking forward to that.

So that's all I wanted to say. I'm going to join Shelly in bed.

I hope you all have a great weekend!

I Guess I Went Overboard....

2009-07-06T23:26:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that Fourth Of July post was a bit much. I'd like to offer the following apology to anybody that I may have offended. I mean, after all, we do live in a society of double standards, what with political correctness and all that. And it's important that we allow people who hate America the opportunity to criticize it constantly while remaining silent as they do.

Fuck that shit.

Here's my apology to anyone I may have upset. Go eat shit, bark at the moon, and throw yourself into a fucking woodchipper.

Heh. That work for you?

Happy Fourth Of July!

2009-07-04T18:00:00.000-07:00

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

Don't love this country? Then fuck off!

Today Was Fine.....

2009-07-03T19:43:00.003-07:00

After my blog entry last night, I downed a little bourbon and crashed. That was wild shit. How many people actually get to fuck an ex they always had the hots for? Well, two people did last night.

Now, aside from my playmates, I'm not that wild. I mean, I don't always go out and fuck in some parking lot. But sometimes you have to strike while the iron's hot. And you have to make the most of your opportunities.

I did that.

Man, did I sleep well. LOL And I pulled my butt outta bed around noon or so.

I opened my email and found an email from my boyfriend. As a safeguard, when one of us goes out to meet someone, somebody else in our "family" is notified. It's not a hard and fast rule, but a courtesy. So before I went out to see Nick, I emailed Ryan, just so he knew.

Well, I found out what HE was doing last night. Or WHO he was doing. LOL He had been working in his office when Mitzie did a little posing in front of her window and they ended up spending a couple of hours fucking in her apartment.

But he was cool with me fucking Nick. In fact, he told he that he was cool with it and that he loved me. I emailed him and told him that I'd be up around two for lunch and and his dick.

Sitting on top of the email pile was something from Nick. I opened it and he was telling me how great our lovemaking was, how he had missed that passion. How he wanted me so much.

Shit, who doesn't?

But it was a sweet email. And maybe I'll see him again, I don't know. I'm not fucking driving to Marietta every time I want a hard cock. I have my boyfriend for that. If Nick wants some of this, then he can drive up.

And that's IF I'm interested. I have a ton of shit going on in my life. I have four lovers. I have a job. I have a house and hubby to take care of. So I have to give it some thought. I could see fucking him every couple of weeks or whatever. That could work. Strictly physical. If Nick starts getting into an "I'm so in love with you..." mood, then it's over.

He's great in bed and makes me cum, so it'd be awesome if he could keep it strictly physical. And I could make him very happy every week or whatever. Man, I'd love to suck my boyfriend's cock while Nick drills my pussy. Then swap them off. Ryan could cum in me.....Nick could shoot his load on my tits....

I'd better stop. I'm going to soak through my jammies.....LOL

Anyway, I spent the afternoon fucking Ryan. He is a fucking MAN, kiddies! Made me cum more that Nick did. I love sex. I love him so much. Didn't get to see my girl Lexie because I wanted to get home and prepare dinner for my hubby who was due back from Denver.

So I got dressed and went shopping and by the time he got home, dinner was almost ready. He was thrilled to be home and after dinner, I had him shower up. And I joined him.

I sucked him. I kissed him. I jacked him. I rubbed myself all over his body. And then he took me to the bedroom and ate me out. And then he mounted me. He hadn't gotten to fuck me for almost a week and we made up for it. Between Nick, boyfriend, and hubby, I've lost track of how many times I've cum since last night. LOL

Finally, he fucked me from behind and filled me with his cum.

Man, I'm fucking wiped out right now. Happy....but wiped out.

No weekend fun for Shelly and me. Hubbies usually go to the NASCAR races every weekend. And that frees us up to visit Ryan, Lexie, and Mitzie. But they don't want to travel on a holiday and my hubby just got back. So Shelly and I will have some fun together.

It'll be nice for Ryan and Lexie. Mitzie has a girlfriend from Alabama over this weekend and they'll be holed up in her apartment. I think those two are falling in love. This will complicate things for Mitzie. She flat-out isn't ready to make any committments or stay monogamous.

LOL So I guess that leaves Ryan and Lexie to themselves. What will they do? LOL I'm thinking that they could use some alone, married couple in love time. Or they'll dial up one of her bi married friends and have a threesome. Probably both.

Shelly and I will also "perform" for our hubbies. They love watching us go at it. We'd love to do a swap with them, but haven't been able to convince them to go for it. I think we should just get 'em all hard from watching us and then drag their asses into bed!

Sharing is caring!

Wow.

2009-07-03T03:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, you don't get what you want.....but sometimes you do! I got fucked tonight. And it wasn't one of the usual suspects. LOL

An old boyfriend chatted me up on-line tonight. A sweet ex who was great at sex.

Now as you may or may not know, I'm already involved with one hot guy and three beautiful women sexually. Group sex, one on one....it's all incredible.

But hey, I had tomorrow off and none of my friends were around. I thought maybe I could pick up someone for phone sex. Hey, I was desperate. Hubby's in Denver till tomorrow night and I was in need of sex.

Boyfriend was busy. So was his wife. And my baby girl, Shelly, was too tired to fuck. So onto the internet I went.

So I signed onto AOL and after awhile got an IM from an old boyfriend named Nick.

I dated Nick for a bit back in 2003, when I was still single and in Florida. The fucking was always insane. He always made me cum a lot. And he was a pretty cool dude. But we never got serious. He wanted to, but I didn't. He wasn't a guy I wanted to spend my life with. But he had a nice, 8 inch cock and knew how to use it.

He got to fuck my pussy, my ass, whatever he wanted. Didn't matter--I always came several times. And boy, this guy could eat some pussy. Overall, he was just great in bed.

Eventually, we went our separate ways. He got married and I got married and all that. He has a couple of kids now (I don't have any). But we kept in touch on-line. Nothing steady, but off and on. When I got married, I emailed him, when his wife gave birth, stuff like that. Sometimes we'd see each other online and IM for a couple of minutes.

So he IMs me. "Hey Loir, what's up?"

We chatted and he told me that he just moved up from Florida a couple of weeks ago.

I could feel myself getting wet. No joke.

He told me that he was living in Marietta. Not too far from Alpharetta. Forty five minutes, maybe an hour. Not long.

We chatted for about twenty minutes and caught up on everything. It was fun chatting with him again. We talked about our jobs, marriages, old times and all of that. He was speechless when I told him about my sex life. LOL Then again, I can't blame him.

Nick has been on a more conventional path than myself. And maybe fidelity is boring, but it's also safe. But when we started talking about one night we fucked on the beach, that was it for me. And when he started talking about how his wife wasn't that much into sex after only a six or so years of marriage.....

Well, I had to offer, right? "Come on over. Let's have fun."

He was shocked. LOL Don't blame him. But the thought of fucking this guy again was driving me crazy. He said no, he couldn't.

"Yes, you can. My hubby's away. Make an excuse. Make love to me."

He said no again.

"C'mon Nick. She'll never know. I'll fuck you good. Remember how great we were together?"

He paused. I'm pushy. I know it.

"I'm wet."

I could tell that this was torture for him. I would've loved nothing more than to feel him cum in me one more time. But finally, I let up.

"Sigh...okay. I can respect that."

We chatted for awhile longer. Finally, he asked me if I had really, really been serious. I replied that I had. And he said it was a good thing that I was up in Alpharetta.

"I'll drive down. We can meet in the parking lot of Publix. We'll fuck in the back of the parking lot where it's dark. I'll suck you, you'll lick me, we'll fuck and you'll be home before your wife even misses you. Tell her you're going out to get gas or something."

He was almost mine at that point.

"Imagine how warm and wet I'll be for you. Imagine your cock sliding in and out. How close are you to that Publix on Johnson Ferry Road?"

He told me it was just a couple of miles. And he told me that his wife went to bed around ten.

"Let's meet there at 11."

That snack that was hooked onto that ring in the vending maching was about to fall.

"Do it. Fuck me. I've always remembered you....wanted you.....missed you...."

Now, for the record, I really didn't start hitting on him until I heard him complain that his wife wasn't putting out. Well, at that point, all bets are off. Sorry, if you don't put out for your wife or hubby....they'll get it elsewhere. My boyfriend has made a career out of providing this service. And to a certain extent, so have I.

We agreed to meet at 11. I was so fucking psyched up for him. I took off around 10:15 and had to keep myself from speeding. I was wet for the entire drive. I rubbed myself through my pants at a stop light and almost fucking came in my panties. When I hit the next red light several miles down, I flipped on the overhead light and saw that I had soaked through my jeans. I looked like I had pissed myself! LOL

He was parked a couple of cars down and made his way over. As he did, I checked my purse and got a couple of condoms out.

Our group (Ryan, Lexie, Shelly, and Mitzie and myself) has one rule: if you fuck outside the group, use a condom. We don't use them with Ryan and we're all on birth control. Ryan still fucks girls outside of our group and so do the rest of us (we're all bisexual). He uses condoms on those occasions, and I do as well. Lexie (Ryan's wife) and Shelly are way more into girls, so that rule is mostly for my boyfriend and I). There is the odd exception here and there of course, but that's rare.

When I put the condoms down, he was outside my window. Wow. Still looked fantastic. And so do I. I got out and we smiled, hugged, and said hello.

The store was just closing, and there weren't all that many cars in the lot, still......

"Let's go over there," I said, pointing to some of the smaller businesses to the left of the store. They were all closed and there weren't any cars. And it was darker over there--no store lights!

Yes!

He hopped in my car and I drove over to the side of the last business. Totally hidden. Kinda. Well, enough.

We started making out. I felt his hard cock thorugh his pants. This guy hadn't been with anyone else since he met his wife, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I got him out of the car and leaned him against the building. I then grabbed a couple of towels out of my car and put them down so I could kneel on them.

Yeah, yeah, I woulda been a great head nurse.....

I pulled his dick and and started sucking him. It felt sooooooooooo fucking good. It felt wonderful. I just closed my eyes and licked his big balls and hard cock. Oh fuck....Ryan baby....you would've been so proud of your girlfriend--watching her suck a guy like this....

Another group rule: no cum guzzling (anal is also prohibited outside of the group). So I knew this stud would be ready to release two months worth of jizz so I had to be careful.

"Don't cum in my mouth, baby....."

I sucked him for another couple of minutes. My hand were on his rock hard ass and my lips were wrapped tightly around his cock. Soon, I heard him grunt and he pulled his dick out of my mouth. I kissed his rock hard butt as his sweet cum hit the ground.

I knew his cock would get hard again in minutes. Yours would if you were with me. I'm a fucking porn star, baby. I'm that good, and I'm that fucking hot. Sorry, but if you could be with me, you'd jump at the chance.

He smiled and me and I smiled back. I then put my finger inside of my pussy and then put it in his mouth. "Taste me, honey.....do I taste good? Want more of me....? Want to taste more?"

He did.

We went back to my car and I laid down on the backseat and spread my legs. I was so turned on doing that--showing myself like that to him....giving myself to him.

Nick crawled up and we kissed some more. Then he kissed his way down to my wet pussy. He just breathed me in for a few seconds, just like Ryan does. Fuck, what a turn-on it is when guys do that.

Then his tongue hit my clit.....my pussy.....it seemed to be everywhere. Nick then slid his finger up my pussy and concentrated on my clit.

And fuck, I came. I soaked my backseat. I was wet down to the middle of my thighs. I was fucking moaning, gasping, and crying out for more. And he gave me more. My Nick....my wonderful former boyfriend made me cum again and again, just like he used to.

He finally pulled himself up and looked at me. We were both breathing hard. I smiled and told him how much I missed him...how much I loved fucking him.

At this point, even though we were about as secluded as could be, we were pushing out luck. His time was limited and who knows when the police would make a routine pass around the complex. I opened a condom up and handed it to him. And he wrapped up that fat cock and mounted me.

We kissed hard and passionately as we fucked. I cried out every time I came. All he could do was moan and grunt. After he had been pounding me hard for about ten minutes, he lifted his head and came.

He got off me and took off the condom and tossed it. We got dressed without saying a word.

After we were dressed, I drove him back to his car. He laughed and told me that he never could tell me no! In a minute, we were back at his car. I kissed him deeply again and we hugged. And I told him that if he didn't want to hook up again, it was cool and we could just be friends.

Sigh.....

He isn't sure, to be honest. He'll have to weigh how he feels today. I hope he doesn't feel guilty. I'd love to be with him some more. I'd love to see him fucking Lexie, Shelly, and Mitzie, too. He'd never be a full member....but a guy who could make the occasional guest appearance.

But if he doesn't....it's cool.

He did call me after I got home. He wanted to make sure I made it home safely.

And here I am at 3:30 in the morning. Exhausted....spent....and so happy and warm all over. I've masturbated twice since I got home and probably will again.

Welcome to Lori's Lair. It only gets wilder from here. Think you can handle it?

LOL

Friday Night

2009-01-28T21:38:00.000-08:00

No sex pics....but I hope you all enjoy! At some point, I'll create a slide show of Ryan and my anniversary pics from last year (I'll keep them on my 360 page as well).

If you'd like to see larger versions of the pics in this slideshow, just click on the slideshow and it'll take you to the gallery!

I'm such an attention whore. LMAO!