tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58169192011-04-21T21:04:56.938-04:00Peter's POVSexual exploits and frustrations, pure and simple. Welcome to the world as seen from Peter's POV.Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comBlogger1351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1106078862299290022005-01-18T15:06:00.000-05:002005-01-18T16:08:56.240-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
The Flooded Dock on the Great Lawn
Weight: 246 pounds
Listening to: Little Sister by Queens of the Stone Age
Time, time, time/See what’s become of me. I think that’s what the Bangles sang on Hazy Shade of Winter. Time is what’s keeping Marie and I apart, however in the last two weeks, she gave me two astounding blowjobs.
Now I’m assuring her that I want more than Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1105477586405048302005-01-11T16:03:00.000-05:002005-01-11T16:06:26.406-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Two benches on the flooded Great Lawn
Weight: 247 pounds
Listening to: The Payback by James Brown
Well, my city is starting to flood. No, that’s not quite accurate. The river that my city hugs is flooding. Nothing huge, I guess. The experts expect a crest at 5 to 10 feet above flood stage. But as you can see in the picture of the day, the Great Lawn is already Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1104789099331695962005-01-03T16:48:00.000-05:002005-01-03T16:51:39.333-05:00Peters Picture of the Day
KICC, facing South
Weight: 247 pounds
Listening to: Say Yes by Floetry
Okay, keeping a diary is a little difficult during the holidays, but I'm finally through that. Actually, the problem is, since I do this from work, and we were away from work for a while, it makes it difficult to put anything into this form.
Not that there's much to report. I've slept with my wifePeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1102972064203773262004-12-13T16:06:00.000-05:002004-12-13T16:07:44.206-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
4th Street Pony
Listening to: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear by Yolanda Adams
As far as my weight listing, I figured that as long as I keep it under 250 for the holiday, I can start losing after January 1st, if I make it that far. I’m still batting .1000 with She Who Must Be Obeyed and Marie got sick on our appointed meeting date. Sigh. Such is sex.
The ex looked Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1102627928655570622004-12-09T16:29:00.000-05:002004-12-09T16:33:39.806-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Autumn Color in Downtown
Listening to: 5 Guys Named Moe by Louis Jordan
Tried to get into She Who Must Be Obeyed’s panties last night. No luck. She said she was feeling bad and just wanted to go to sleep. A far cry from the last few nights when she was feeling restless and didn’t want to come to bed when I did. I tried not to let my sigh sound quite as defeated as I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1102370561184438082004-12-06T17:00:00.000-05:002004-12-06T17:02:41.183-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
4th & Oak
Weight: 244 pounds (okay, at least it’s going down again)
Listening to: Stray Cat Strut by Stray Cats
We’re still walking on eggshells over her oldest and his recent diagnosis. A positive development, at least I think, is the fact that his father came and picked him up and spent a little time with him. When they came back home, I could sense tension, but Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1102108488063792592004-12-03T16:12:00.000-05:002004-12-03T16:14:48.063-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
The Benches at Aegon Center
Weight: 248 (are you kidding, again?)
Listening to: Scars by Papa Roach
She caught me masturbating last night. She is She Who Must Be Obeyed, my wife. By the time she knew what I was doing, I was too far gone to stop so I was way past shame. In her sleepy haze she asked what I was doing. I demurred, instead concentrating on the stroking.
Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1101851714304685322004-11-30T16:52:00.000-05:002004-11-30T16:55:14.303-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
The Clock Outside of the Brown Hotel
Weight: 248 pounds (what????)
Listening to: Fly Like an Eagle by Seal (love his new Greatest Hits CD)
For once, the tension in the house hasn’t been caused by or blamed on me. She Who Must Be Obeyed just found out that her son is bisexual. For her it was a startling discovery because even though he’s a teenager, she thinks of him Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1101764570852412862004-11-29T16:39:00.000-05:002004-11-29T16:42:50.853-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Crabby Apples - I don't know if that's what they are, but that's what they look like
Weight: 245 pounds
Listening to: Someday At Christmas by Stevie Wonder
Last Wednesday was going to be the last day I could see Marie before the holidays and this put a bit of desperation in her voice that morning. She wanted to see me on Monday and could find me. I told her I didn’t Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1101300008285606612004-11-24T07:37:00.000-05:002004-11-24T07:40:08.286-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Slow Night at the Body Shop
Listening to: Killer by Seal
She Who Must Be Obeyed started her period yesterday and she seemed to be very happy about that. However, she gave me a half-hearted “sorry” anyway. It’s strange because she was also quite smothering last night, making sure I didn’t have a chance to spend a few minutes alone to take the edge off.
And we’re Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1101127592325682412004-11-22T07:44:00.000-05:002004-11-22T07:47:03.283-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Crossing Muhammad
Listening to: Find A Way by Dwele
Can I just say that guys hate to shop.
Now, can someone tell She Who Must Be Obeyed. I’ve been dragged hither and yon in an attempt to “spend some time together.” Apparently her idea of this time together is looking at clothes I can’t afford and debating presents for the kids, even though there’s enough already in Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1100780995132145912004-11-18T07:27:00.000-05:002004-11-18T07:29:55.133-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Department Store in the Hood. Around the Corner
Weight: 242 pounds
Listening to: Goldeneye by Tina Turner
Okay, I officially don’t get it.
Just a couple of days ago, I was complaining that I wasn’t getting laid and here Marie pops up and calls. She had been upset with me for some reason she couldn’t even fathom, but apparently it was bad enough for her to Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1100692928580963012004-11-17T07:00:00.000-05:002004-11-17T16:30:59.546-05:00Peter's Picture of the Day
Yes, they still have payphones
Weight: 244 pounds
Listening to: Breakdown by Handsome Boy Modeling School
Lately, I’ve been feeling depressed. Not in the clinical sense of the word and I wouldn’t presume to know what that feels like because I’ve never been that route before. No, I’m just down on myself because I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything, at least not Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1100611446041671092004-11-16T08:22:00.000-05:002004-11-16T08:24:52.983-05:00Where ya been?
I took a few weeks to myself to kind of regroup and figure out what I’m trying to say with my blog. The original intent was to chronicle my wildly fantastic sex life because I was getting it from all sides. As soon as I started writing, my sex life seemed to have dried up.
It remains that way to this day. However, I’m a huge fan of blogs and blogging in general so I will continuePeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1098988022279891012004-10-28T14:24:00.000-04:002004-10-28T14:27:02.280-04:00Listening to: Night Time is the Right Time by Ray Charles
I’m thinking about taking a hammer and chisel to my skull to open up a hole to let the pain and pressure out. If I ramble more than normal, blame the migraine. Well, the coming migraine, that is. When it hits, I won’t be very functional.
From those of us who get the genuine migraine let me say this. If your head hurts a little bit, don’tPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1098818750470456892004-10-26T15:25:00.000-04:002004-10-26T15:25:50.470-04:00Listening to: Chakra 4 by Mannheim Steamroller
My resolve involving my weight had been wavering until today. My mind was telling me that this is my natural weight and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve fought it all my life and this is just the way it is.
Then the wife called, complaining that her cell phone just got shut off. I asked why and her answer was a simple, “because I didn’t pay Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1098387150932351932004-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:002004-10-21T15:32:30.933-04:00Weight: Too depressed to check today
Water: 46 ounces
Steps: 2805 (lots of outside work today)
Listening to: What I’d Say by Ray Charles
I was watching the game last night after I took a nice long shower, hoping She Who Must Be Obeyed would get the hint. I lay in bed while she worked on the computer (or played, most likely). I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I know, I wake up at 2am, Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1098298260735723472004-10-20T14:50:00.000-04:002004-10-20T14:51:00.736-04:00Weight: 250 pounds (at last check)
Water: 60 ounces
Steps: 1,849 (as of this writing today)
Listening to: Far Away by Kindred the Family Soul
Yeah, I have my cheapie McDonald’s stepometer that I forgot that I got with my lunch one day during the summer. I dare not take it home because She Who Must Be Obeyed might think I’m trying to better myself, which would, in turn, make her sabotage my Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1098210137146970302004-10-19T14:21:00.000-04:002004-10-19T14:22:17.146-04:00Weight: 250 pounds
Water: 24 ounces
Listening to: Mr. Brightside by Killers
Ten months ago, I made myself promises like we all do at the beginning of the year. Lose weight and have porn star sex. I have done neither and I feel like I am the blame.
The weight issue is killing me because sometimes I think it’s about self-control. Then, I recently did an audit of what I was eating over the last 2 Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1097259369350622332004-10-08T14:15:00.000-04:002004-10-08T14:16:09.350-04:00Listening to: Leave Me by New Edition
Finding time to write has been especially rough this week. Suffering through computer upgrades, with all their fits and starts has made sitting at my PC difficult. I’m glad it’s Friday, that’s for sure.
The wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, has been upset with me over child rearing issues. My kid from a previous marriage has a social life and hers doesn’t. Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1096568778019829252004-09-30T14:25:00.000-04:002004-09-30T14:26:18.020-04:00Weight: (never mind)
Water: 36 ounces
Listening to: TKO by Le Tigre
Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted by real life? Oh yeah, I was making Marie discontinue the suction on my cock before our interlude came to an abrupt and messy end. Actually, part of me wanted her to continue because I have this intense urge to cum in her mouth all the time. However, I wanted more.
She crawled up Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1096310993886924052004-09-27T14:49:00.000-04:002004-09-27T14:49:53.886-04:00Weight: too scared to get on the scale at this point
Water: 45 ounces
Listening to: Knockin’ the Boots by Candyman
The world is back to being a beautiful place. In other words, I finally got laid. How long has it been? At least, the way I want to do it? I would go back over the journal but I don’t want the depressing parts to remind me of how long it’s been.
You see, Marie planned something forPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1095795889263256242004-09-21T15:44:00.000-04:002004-09-21T15:44:49.263-04:00Weight: 250 pounds (according to the doctor’s scale – liar)
Water: 64 ounces
Listening to: You Had Me by Joss Stone
Can you ever really hold your own? That’s the best way I can describe my life. I’m holding my own. I’ve missed out on working with a couple of models because the wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, objected on the basis that they were female. Working as a photographer is hard as hell Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1095359304456452862004-09-16T14:24:00.000-04:002004-09-16T14:28:24.456-04:00Weight: 245 pounds (sigh)
Water: not nearly enough
Listening to: Storm by Lenny Kravitz and Jay-Z
Mood: bleh
I’m in a weird place right now. No nookie from my wife or the woman I was fooling around with. Actually, I don’t know if we still are. We haven’t talked or e-mailed since Monday, when she blew me off again. She asked about seeing me Tuesday, but I had a shoot then and told her I doubted Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1094755923794270072004-09-09T14:51:00.000-04:002004-09-09T14:52:03.793-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: what’s water?
Listening to: Shake Your Booty by KC and the Sunshine Band
Well, the action hasn’t exactly been hot and heavy these days, but I’m doing okay right now because I’ve just come back from an “adventure in park sex.”
Apparently, Marie is still afraid that someone will come home these days because her daughter is kind of working and kind of not, so she Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1093890761050889832004-08-30T14:32:00.000-04:002004-08-30T14:32:41.050-04:00Weight: 245 pounds (the scales is back)
Water: 20 ounces (what am I doing?)
Listening to: Love’s Divine by Seal
Still mopping my ego up from the floor. Sometimes the people we’re around can make sure you feel like hell. She Who Must Be Obeyed is the worst at that. There are times I honestly think she doesn’t know when she’s hurting someone’s feelings. There are other times; I feel it’s on Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1093291751783495322004-08-23T16:08:00.000-04:002004-08-23T16:09:11.783-04:00Listening to: Golden by Jill Scott
I’m putting myself on the injured reserved list. Somehow or another, I managed to do something to my knee, quite out of the blue, and it’s swollen and painful and makes me walk like a woman who’s lost the heel to her left pump. The swelling reached its apex yesterday and seems to be subsiding, but it hurts like hell.
Otherwise how are thing? Well, I got laid Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1092767538389826472004-08-17T14:31:00.000-04:002004-08-17T14:32:18.390-04:00Listening to: Survival of the Sickest by Saliva
Is it strange to dream about your mistress having a gangbang? I wondered that as I was jacking off immediately after I woke up. My cock was straining and needed release right then and there.
Somehow it was a gift for her: a four-man gangbang. In the dream, she was fucked hard, she sucked cock, masturbated two others and her ending came when the Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1092689069485324162004-08-16T16:38:00.000-04:002004-08-17T08:47:20.076-04:00Listening to: September by Earth Wind & FireFor the life of me, I won’t get it. On Friday, I was running around for work like the proverbial KFC chicken that had been slammed against the wall. On that day, I talked to Reba. She was regaling me with stories about her new house and that I should come see it, even if it isn’t in the most savory neighborhood.This from a woman that I thought had givenPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1092079544926949592004-08-09T15:25:00.000-04:002004-08-09T15:25:44.926-04:00Listening to: Stolen Car (Take Me Dancing) by Sting
I give up. What makes a woman go from cold to “if I don’t see you today, I’m going to die?”
After some rather cool conversations with Marie, all of a sudden, she needed to see me on Thursday. Urgently. Of course I agreed because she suggested the park. The park means blowjob and I’m always down with that. The last few weeks when we talked she Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1091558436469429672004-08-03T14:39:00.000-04:002004-08-03T14:40:36.470-04:00Listening to: Vibrate by Petey Pablo
The blow off continues from Marie these days. I don’t get her, but I guess I’m not supposed to. She’s having all sorts of problems with her hubby regarding money and I know she’s not spending it on me so it makes me wonder what else she’s got going on. Not that it’s any of my business. The original reason we got together was for no-strings sex. At least I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1091212846478623812004-07-30T14:40:00.000-04:002004-07-30T14:40:46.476-04:00Listening to: Sweet Grapes by Marion Meadows
My surly mood continues and I don’t know why because I was able to seduce She Who Must Be Obeyed last night. It was a little out of place, too. Last night, I put some time in on our clothes horse/treadmill and came up sweaty and out of breath, but feeling pretty good because I finished 30 minutes.
After a shower, it was late and I came to bed. She Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1090953894251571412004-07-27T14:44:00.000-04:002004-07-27T14:44:54.253-04:00Listening to: Hole in the Head by Sugababes
It’s been a trying weekend and first of the week. She Who Must Be Obeyed and her mother aren’t getting along and when they don’t get along, the entire house doesn’t get along. It’s amazing how much alike they are in their whining as they accuse each other of whining. No matter. I do my best to stay out of the way when it happens.
That’s been easy withPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1090524915377445702004-07-22T15:34:00.000-04:002004-07-22T15:35:15.376-04:00Listening to: Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson
The rejection in my life is palpable. Hell, my scale doesn’t even work anymore so I don’t know how much weight I’ve gained since New Orleans. Not that it matters. My wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed absolutely will never let me join a gym. According to her, my weight can be controlled through strictly diet. Usually, she says that while she’s frying Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1089746613501557782004-07-13T15:23:00.000-04:002004-07-13T15:23:33.500-04:00Listening to: Don’t Mess With My Tush by Rockin’ Sydney
I made it.
The Big Easy was incredible and I realize now that I’m one of the New Bohemians, Edie Brickell notwithstanding. I’m going back again and again. My own city has an area of town that calls to me. New Orleans has the French Quarter.
No, not the Quarter for tourists, though that’s certainly fun, too. No, I mean like Royal Street onPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1089033277791302592004-07-05T09:14:00.000-04:002004-07-05T09:14:37.790-04:00Heading for the Big Easy. See ya in a week.Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1088621847636037172004-06-30T14:56:00.000-04:002004-06-30T14:57:27.636-04:00Weight: 243 pounds
Water: 45 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Listening to: I Wanna Thank Ya by Angie Stone and Snoop Dogg
Just days away from a vacation in the Big Easy and I feel like hell. The doctor gave me some nasal steroids today in order to try to clear me out. I should go through 4 or 5 days of hell and come out the other side feeling better. On the other hand, with these steroids, I’m sure I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1088533917584823862004-06-29T14:31:00.000-04:002004-06-29T14:31:57.583-04:00Weight: 243 pounds
Water: 65 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: Call My Name by Prince
Exactly one week away from vacation. It’s the first one I’ve taken from my day job in 4 or so years. I’m looking forward to it, even though I have to check in at least once a day by phone to make sure everything hasn’t blown up or anything.
Meanwhile, the wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, is struggling through a Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1087844209696739122004-06-21T14:56:00.000-04:002004-06-21T17:09:24.403-04:00Weight: 243 pounds
Water: 24 ounces (that’s sad)
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: Break Beat by The Roots
No bloggage in a whole week. That’s not like me. However, it’s also not like me to not at least have some sexual activity. But that’s what’s been going on. Last night, I keep having dreams about fucking my ex. The dream started out differently every time, but it always ended up with me in her mouth Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1087239513045886722004-06-14T14:54:00.000-04:002004-06-14T14:58:33.046-04:00Weight: 244 pounds
Water: 64 ounces
Orgasms: 2
Listening to: Don’t You Wish You Were Me by Fozzy
What is that cliché? It never rains but it pours?
Thursday night, one night removed from me blogging my frustration, I lay next to my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, drifting in the nebulous territory between sleeping and waking. Perhaps a dream state had already started because I put her hand on my Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1086807821938911522004-06-09T15:03:00.000-04:002004-06-09T15:03:41.936-04:00Weight: 245
Water: 36 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: 99 Problems by Jay-Z
Frustrated.
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid. Complicating matters is the fact that I have a shoot tomorrow with a very sexy model and I’m going to have to jack off right before we shoot so I can take the edge off. If I’m thinking about how great the twins look, I won’t be able to make good pictures.
And I’ve Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1086374245707696172004-06-04T14:36:00.000-04:002004-06-04T14:37:25.706-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 45 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Hold Me Down by Toshi Kubota
We were lying there and I moved her hand to my cock. It was hard before she touched it and she stroked me in the darkness. I groaned softly at her first touch of my masculinity in too many days. Running fingers through her hair, I resisted the urge to push her head down. She won’t do what she won’t do.
Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1086117121238246532004-06-01T15:09:00.000-04:002004-06-01T15:12:01.236-04:00Weight: 246 pounds (well, it was dropping at one time)
Water: 66 ounces (good)
Orgasms: 0 (sadly)
Listening to: Fight the Power by Public Enemy (in an old school mood)
Time to do some housecleaning, though I’m not looking forward to it. The housecleaning of which I speak is my blogroll. Several talented writers have, for their own personal reasons, decided they were closing down or taking hiatusPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1085768699407160912004-05-28T14:24:00.000-04:002004-05-28T14:24:59.406-04:00Weight: 246 pounds
Water: 52 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: The Gas Face by Third Bass
What? Finally some sex to talk about? Who would have ever thought that would happen in a blog dedicated to sexual activities? I’m flabbergasted.
Of course, it took me practically attacking my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, in order to get some. Methinks she took pity on me because we were lying in bed and my Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1085165613010366082004-05-21T14:52:00.000-04:002004-05-21T14:53:33.010-04:00Weight: 246 pounds (at least it’s going backwards again)
Water: 60 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Freak-A-Leek by Petey Pablo
Well, that was interesting. Talked to Marie for the first time in ages. She’s been having problems with her hubby and she’s had her period and she said she didn’t want to inundate me with all that. I told her I appreciated her concern, but I also told her that I thought Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1084995687452518972004-05-19T15:40:00.000-04:002004-05-19T15:41:27.453-04:00Weight: 247 pounds
Water: 46 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Scream by Michael Jackson
Listening to Jacko’s song about pressure suits me on a week like this one has been. I missed a picture assignment because my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, pouted because our baby-sitter crapped out on us and she couldn’t come. I told her I was going anyway and she threw a hissy. I knew it was coming, but I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1084476036388066752004-05-13T15:19:00.000-04:002004-05-13T15:20:36.386-04:00Weight: 247 pounds (yikes)
Water: 40 ounces
Orgasms: 2
Listening to: We Came To Party by Skinny Pimp
It’s been an interesting night and day in the life of Peter. Last night, my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, was feeling somewhat frisky. Yes, I know it’s probably temporary, but who am I to argue. It started with a simple kiss goodnight which she let me increase to deep kisses and slow body rubbingPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1084218705886545272004-05-10T15:50:00.000-04:002004-05-10T15:51:45.886-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 36 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Cold Hard Bitch by Jet
It’s been an odd week. Okay, odder than normal for me. Work has been increasingly on edge and it makes me wonder if the company is close to tanking. I’ve always been told that the kind of micromanaging they’re doing now is never a good sign. It’s almost as if they know what the problems are and they won’t tell Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1083608980089192322004-05-03T14:29:00.000-04:002004-05-03T14:32:38.340-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 20 ounces (holy cow)
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Check It Out by the Beastie Boys
What a rare lunch. For the first time in forever it seems, my wife and I had the house to ourselves. I looked at her and said, “let’s fuck.”
I think our aloneness hit her, too and she agreed. We were naked in seconds and kissing and groping. My lips were all over her neck and mouth while my Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1083179532993693122004-04-28T15:12:00.000-04:002004-04-28T15:15:18.326-04:00Weight: 244 pounds
Water: 55 ounces
Orgasms: 0 (boo)
Listening to: Holla by Ghostface
The only action I’ve gotten over the last few days is on the phone. Peaches called as she was running errands on her day off. We talked about my recent Atlanta visit and how she said I should have told her about it. Last time we talked, I think we talked about that and I mentioned how she would have had to be Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1083006037332126102004-04-26T15:00:00.000-04:002004-04-26T15:03:40.826-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 45 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Love of My Life by Erykah Badu and Common
Marie and I saw each other on Friday, but it wasn’t the anal sex extravaganza that we had previously planned. The day before, it seems that her husband came home early (luckily, we didn’t make plans for that day). The entire time on the phone, she complained that he only did that sort of thing Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1082571877306645252004-04-21T14:24:00.000-04:002004-04-21T14:27:35.420-04:00Weight: 244 pounds
Water: 35 ounces (I need to do better)
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Musicology by Prince (yeah, he’s back)
Late last night, and I mean late, I seduced my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed. I think my insistence and softness stopped her complaints about the lateness of the hour. Years ago, one of my best friends decided to teach me how to orally please a woman. She was in a same-sex Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1082141897089229532004-04-16T14:58:00.000-04:002004-04-16T15:01:09.733-04:00Weight: 244 pounds
Water: 29 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Sunday by Lo-Pro
Timing is everything, or nothing. In my case, it ended up being both. Marie’s husband finally went out of town like he’d been threatening to. She calls, though, and is grumpy. Aunt Flo has come to visit, regular as an old man drinking Metamucil. I told her that her hubby counts on that when he leaves town so she can’t Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1081969210795140592004-04-14T15:00:00.000-04:002004-04-14T15:03:02.216-04:00Weight: 244 pounds
Water: 66 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Paul Revere by the Beastie Boys
Okay, what the hell is going on? How on earth did I get laid last night?
That’s right. Horny Peter got his rocks off with another person present in the room and without the assistance of AstroGlide. Who knew?
I was lying in bed with She Who Must Be Obeyed, talking about the day’s events and dozing herePeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1081795677814082152004-04-12T14:47:00.000-04:002004-04-12T14:50:46.576-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 40 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Listening to: She Wants To Move by N.E.R.D.
I couldn’t get laid last week at all, so I’ve decided to kick up the weight loss a bit. I know, I haven’t lost an ounce, but starting today, I’m going to rededicate myself to it. I thought I could control it through diet, but that’s not working. Much to She Who Must Be Obeyed’s chagrin, I’m going toPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-108144991540001782004-04-08T14:45:00.000-04:002004-04-08T14:48:00.360-04:00Weight: 245 pounds
Water: 45 ounces
Orgasms: 0 (dammit)
Listening to: Stacked Actors by Foo Fighters
Oh well, so much for best laid plans, or best plans for getting laid. Tuesday was a bust for Marie and I because her husband wouldn’t leave when he was supposed to. We knew we had limited time so it was going to be a blowjob situation, but we were okay with that because we were going to meet Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1081191294302295382004-04-05T14:54:00.000-04:002004-04-05T14:57:35.950-04:00Weight: 245 pounds (ate myself silly)
Water: 50 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: KinkyNasti by Five Deez
For those who follow this blog, I offer apologies for not updating. I was called out of town by my company and spent some time in Hotlanta. They had us hemmed up for training the whole time, so I didn’t get a chance to get out in the city and act buck wild. However, I ate more than I care to Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1080243788421814792004-03-25T14:43:00.000-05:002004-03-25T14:45:39.233-05:00Weight: 241 pounds
Water: 66 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Listening to: Practice What You Preach by Barry White
Another eventful day on the phone, but nothing translating to real life. Earlier this morning, I talked to Reba who was with her friend Adore. It was Adore’s birthday and as she approaches 30, she’s getting depressed. I assured here that 30 wasn’t old, but unless you’ve been through it, I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1080072922882891402004-03-23T15:15:00.000-05:002004-03-23T15:17:52.170-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (this is going the wrong way)
Water: 66 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Karma by Alicia Keys
Well, Marie’s husband is off on his week out of town and work is bearing down on me more than ever before. Fuckin’ figures.
Budgets are tight and tension is high, so all the underlings are being leaned on even more so that the big shots can maintain their mansion mortgages and Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1079639436307966732004-03-18T14:50:00.000-05:002004-03-18T14:53:00.826-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (geez, what do I gotta do?)
Water: 56 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: What You Are by Audioslave
Weird day. I talked to Reba briefly this morning while at work. She asked if I could get away and at that time, I could not. She and her dancer friend Adore wanted to get some coffee with me. From our conversation yesterday, I wanted to spend some time with her, but she picked the Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1079552811283555972004-03-17T14:46:00.000-05:002004-03-17T14:49:14.233-05:00Weight: 241 pounds
Water: 30 ounces (eek)
Orgasms: 2
Listening to: Tipsy by J-Kwon
I meant to check in with you yesterday, but I ran out of time. Turns out Marie had a minute for me, but Aunt Flo was visiting so she said I’d have to be satisfied with a blowjob. I assured her that I was good with that.
As soon as I got to her house, I tried taking her top off, but nothing doing. Meantime, I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1079387064150899912004-03-15T16:44:00.000-05:002004-03-15T16:46:46.310-05:00Here’s the poem I wrote for one of Reba’s dancer friends. I had more inspiration before Reba dashed all my hopes of being with her. I think it turned out pretty good, but I have no reason to continue editing. I don’t feel it right now because I feel that my muse has abandoned me to an extent.
Graceful One
You are a wraith
Occupying space in the murky volume of black light and neon.
I notice Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1079122328162526832004-03-12T15:12:00.000-05:002004-03-12T15:14:26.500-05:00Weight: 241 pounds
Water: 64 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: Roses by Outkast (“I know you like to think that your s*** don’t stank…”)
Reba set me straight this morning.
Last night I was supposed to go see her dance but she called me and told me that she was going to leave the club early because she wasn’t feeling well. That was okay by me. It was another excuse I didn’t have to make up. But I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1078777405433998152004-03-08T15:23:00.000-05:002004-03-08T15:25:39.670-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (yeah, it’s coming back)
Water: 30 ounces (that’s probably why)
Orgasms: 0 (today)
Listening to: Ay, Ay, Ay by Tony Touch
It’s been an eventful week in the time since I’ve blogged. I got a chance to see Marie twice. Once for a quick blowjob in the park. That was Tuesday. Her hubby had the day off, but was off doing whatever it is he claims to do when he’s not home, but he Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1077910358933322892004-02-27T14:32:00.000-05:002004-02-27T14:34:42.903-05:00Weight: 240 pounds
Water: 45 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Listening to: Love by Musiq Soulchild
Fortunately, I don’t have kids that run away from home. Unfortunately, I have a mother-in-law who does. Or at least she did yesterday. I was at work and she and my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed got into some kind of argument, like they do on a regular basis. However, instead of letting it go, my mother-in-law Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1077738786425358672004-02-25T14:53:00.000-05:002004-02-25T14:55:08.123-05:00Weight: 240 pounds
Water: 60 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Listening to: Caribbean Breeze by the Rippingtons
I went to see Reba dance over the weekend. To catch up, Reba is one of the few women who understand me and my passions. She shares some of them, but she doesn’t act on them. Not for lack of want, but for sheer laziness. Still, I love her to death and she thinks we’re going to end up together.
AnywayPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1077566292413856262004-02-23T14:58:00.000-05:002004-02-23T15:00:12.076-05:00Weight: 241 pounds
Water: 26 ounces (woeful, to say the least)
Orgasms: 2
Listening to: Red Light-Green Light by LimpBizkit and Snoop Dogg
Thursday was eventful. I called Marie to find out what was going on. As soon as she said “nothing,” I told her to get undressed and that I would be there in half and hour.
I was prompt because I caught her getting out of the shower and putting on her comfortPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1077143338647352522004-02-18T17:28:00.000-05:002004-02-18T17:30:53.920-05:00Weight: 240.5 pounds (hey, I’ll take half a pound)
Water: 55 ounces (slacking a bit)
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Listening to: Hey Ya by Outkast (and shakin’ it. Fuck Polaroid)
Spoke with Marie briefly today. Her husband left to meet someone down the street and she didn’t have much time to chat. She was worried about her alluding to the other man. All this time with her hubby and the way he mistreats her Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1077050146741421522004-02-17T15:35:00.000-05:002004-02-17T15:37:40.890-05:00Weight: 241 pounds (won’t budge)
Water: 55 ounces
Orgasms: not many lately
Listening to: Voodoo by Godsmack
It’s been a hodge-podge week, followed by a long weekend in which I could not blog. Too dangerous to take the chance from home. Last Thursday was eventful from the standpoint that I finally talked to Marie and she assured me she wasn’t avoiding me. Then when I asked if I could see her, shePeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1076354426425634622004-02-09T14:20:00.000-05:002004-02-09T14:22:12.483-05:00Weight: 241 pounds (another one gone)
Water: 68 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (with the wife)
Listening to: Send For Me by Atlantic Starr
My head has been aching for about a week so doing this is difficult. The white screen, the fluorescent light and the sick building are all adding up to misery for me. I can’t wait until I can take a vacation just so I can get out of this building. I took a sick day last Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1075750993600705932004-02-02T14:43:00.000-05:002004-02-02T14:44:52.340-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (this is freakin’ hard)
Water: 66 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Listening to: The Beautiful Ones by Prince
Marie and I made up via phone on Thursday and made plans to see each other on Friday. Then we got a snowstorm, which wasn’t much of one, but it did cancel school for the day. So Marie got a house full of kids and Peter had a dry cock yet again.
Our next scheduled try is Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1075402946708594932004-01-29T14:02:00.000-05:002004-01-29T14:04:02.000-05:00Weight: 242 pounds
Water: 60 ounces
Orgasms: 0
Of all the numbers I hate at the beginning of my entries, the “orgasms” number hurts the most. That means no one even left me alone long enough to do it myself. Sounds typical of my house these days.
My wife is still after me to give up photography, but I cannot. Creating visual art that way is part of me. Even when I’m shooting a portrait, I take Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1075318762659223222004-01-28T14:39:00.000-05:002004-01-28T14:40:56.606-05:00Weight: 242 pounds
Water: 55 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
Life. To paraphrase Prince, it means forever and that’s a mighty long time. The days are going by slower and slower as I try to make sense of it. How could a man as sexually oriented as I am be having no sex at all, except with myself.
Marie has been avoiding me since last Thursday. Her husband had some days off, then we had a crippling ice Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1075145037251478222004-01-26T14:23:00.000-05:002004-01-26T14:25:29.246-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (geez…)
Water: 68 ounces
Orgasms: 1
Actually the orgasm count is 2 for the weekend. The make up sex has begun and I don’t expect it to last long, but I’m making due. Saturday night, I went to bed exhausted and depressed from the arguments of the days before. My wife kept asking me what was wrong and I kept saying, “nothing” because I was afraid I was going to blurt out “you Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074879916342600862004-01-23T12:45:00.000-05:002004-01-23T12:46:45.000-05:00Weight: 242 pounds (this is hard)
Water: 62 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
She Who Must Be Obeyed let me have it the last couple of days, decrying my photography because I’m taking pictures of beautiful women. It makes me wonder what kind of models she thought I was working with. I briefly thought I should advertise for ugly models, but I started wondering who would take me up on it.
Last night, I Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074712148478345442004-01-21T14:09:00.000-05:002004-01-21T14:10:35.686-05:00Weight: 243 (I’ve been eating badly lately)
Water: 65 ounces
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
It seems that my pattern has returned. The wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, has PMS again. I think her monthly has started getting reversed. She’s at the point now where every 28 days she’s nice. I know, I know. I married her. Believe me, when I complain about it, that’s usually the response I get from people.
So there Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074550631459471902004-01-19T17:17:00.000-05:002004-01-19T17:18:36.700-05:00Weight: 242 lbs (slowly dropping)
Water: 80 ounces (yeah, I’m bad)
Orgasms: 1
Happy King Day. Let me start out with that because I would feel remiss if I didn’t recognize the holiday and the reasons behind it. However, this is not a political blog so I won’t go into the wheres and whyfores.
Instead, let me tell you about She Who Must Be Obeyed on Saturday night. I went to bed dog tired and thatPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074284798726762472004-01-16T15:26:00.000-05:002004-01-16T15:28:00.826-05:00Weight: 242 lbs (no longer stationary)
Water: 55 ounces (c’mon, I can do better)
Orgasms: 1 (yeah!)
I would have written this yesterday, but I was pressed for time. It came from me giving in to the temptation of having Marie give me one of her fine hummers. We were trying to schedule something more engaging, but I got a surprise meeting called on me. I called her and she suggested that I could Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074110831820475162004-01-14T15:07:00.000-05:002004-01-14T15:08:32.280-05:00Weight: 243 lbs (go away!)
Water: 66 ounces (goal plus 2)
Orgasms: 1 (and not solo)
I didn’t want it to seem to obvious when I came to bed last night with She Who Must Be Obeyed. She wanted to talk and I was nuzzling her neck. I talked and kissed and finally I must have gotten through to her with what I wanted because she didn’t back me off. She responded.
My hands roamed over her ass and back Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1074022299445421992004-01-13T14:31:00.000-05:002004-01-13T14:32:58.496-05:00Weight: 243 lbs (damn Steak ‘Umms for lunch)
Water consumed: 62 ounces (almost there)
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
No exciting sex tales today, however the wife is hinting around at wanting some tonight. It won’t be porn star style, but I don’t think she’ll ever do that with me. I’ve tried and she just looks at me like I’m crazy or something. Hell, I can’t even convince here that I really, really like Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073936142243362812004-01-12T14:35:00.000-05:002004-01-12T14:37:00.390-05:00Weight: 243 lbs (that’s deceptive. I had pizza for lunch so it’s going back up)
Water: 75 ounces (they sell water bottles that measure this now)
Orgasms: 1 (solo)
For once, my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, may have been ready for some naked fun, but my son had other ideas. Nightmares had him in our bed and that was the end of that. I got up and went into the home office saying that I couldn’t Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073677934521578142004-01-09T14:52:00.000-05:002004-01-09T14:53:30.140-05:00Weight: 244 lbs (shouldn’t this be going about now?)
Water consumed: 56 ounces (gotta get better)
Orgasms: 2 (1 with wife, 1 with Marie)
Where was I? Oh yeah, Marie was riding me and working her wet pussy in incredible ways. When I had come to the point where I was nearing orgasm, I flipped her off me and made her get on all fours. At first, I put my cock back in her mouth because that’s our Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073591186805742652004-01-08T14:46:00.000-05:002004-01-08T14:47:40.716-05:00Weight: 244 lbs (yikes)
Water consumed: 60 ounces (borderline good)
Orgasms: 0 (that’s okay. I had 2 yesterday)
“I want some pussy,” I said to Marie yesterday. When we knew we only had a limited time to go anything, she had made up her mind that she would just be giving me a blowjob. However, since she and her hubby had gotten the hot water heater fixed, I’ve been looking forward to something Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073509110153089782004-01-07T15:58:00.000-05:002004-01-07T15:59:42.950-05:00Weight: 244 lbs (1 down, a gazillion to go)
Water consumed: 60 ounces (just short of my goal)
Orgasms: 2 (1 solo, 1 while thrusting into a partner)
Okay, I know. I need to wipe the grin off my grill. Sorry, can’t. It’s been a long time since I’ve had “porn star” sex and dammit, I’m proud of myself.
Marie and I have been trying to get together since before the holidays and today, we finally madePeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073420292054779882004-01-06T15:18:00.000-05:002004-01-06T15:23:27.403-05:00Weight – 245 pounds (ugh)
Water consumed yesterday – 80 ounces (that’s superlative)
Orgasms – 1 (alas, solo)
Thank you for all the nice comments and e-mails regarding my return. Cat, Just Me, Cookie and Jaded especially since I enjoy your blogs so much. Welcome back yourself Cat. And Jaded, I absolutely love TMI. Keep that one going.
Getting back into the blogging swing wasn’t hard at all, Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1073329422728203472004-01-05T14:03:00.000-05:002004-01-05T14:04:54.186-05:00New Years Resolutions. We’re all supposed to come up with them, but the ones we talk about are unachievable. I want to lose some weight. I want to save money. Whatever.
My resolutions are as follows:
1) More “porn star” sex. For whatever reason, I think that’s what I would consider my fetish or kink. When I have sex, I want the woman as naked as possible with no obscuring of the action. I want Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1071083779368484382003-12-10T14:16:00.000-05:002003-12-10T14:17:04.950-05:005 days since I’ve blogged and I’m going nuts. I’m a hopeless, helpless addict for airing my soiled hamper in public. But things are just so crazy with work and all. Plus I’m doing lots of shoots for personalized Christmas cards and several models that want to wear nothing but a Santa hat and candy cane. Have I ever said that I love taking pictures?
Oh, and the personal life. My wife, She Who Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1070651783281408142003-12-05T14:16:00.000-05:002003-12-05T14:17:03.950-05:00Just a quick note. Thanks to those of you who have written wondering where I’ve been. Well, work has been kicking my ass, plus with my photography side project, everyone wants Christmas pictures done. Funny, I suggested that people who want their holiday shots done should do them in early November. I guess there’s no urgency until you’re only a few weeks head of the holiday.
Nonetheless, that’s Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1070308486714318262003-12-01T14:54:00.000-05:002003-12-01T14:55:22.950-05:00The holiday. I’m not sure I have much to say about it other than the fellowship with family was nice. Both my mother and father have extended families due to an early divorce so we’ve got people spread out all over the place. The attempt to bring all of them together was noble, but not everyone could make it. Still, it was a good event with all the food, noisy kids and reminiscing.
It didn’t Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1069793606041552912003-11-25T15:53:00.000-05:002003-11-25T15:53:57.170-05:00When I walked in the bedroom, Marie already had the vibrator on her clit and she was beckoning me to get naked. I stripped, keeping my eyes on her mostly naked body. With her index finger, she adjusted the speed of the toy to get it perfect and was moving it up and down her slit, making sure to keep the right pressure on her clit.
Naked, I joined her on the bed, stroking my diamond-hard cock andPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1069708266316976602003-11-24T16:11:00.000-05:002003-11-24T16:11:36.250-05:00Not much to report from the weekend. I had a shoot on Sunday with Reba’s daughter. Now Reba hasn’t called me in ages so I was surprised to hear from her daughter, but she needs some professional shots to see if she can get some modeling gigs. Of course I discreetly asked about her mother and she said they were doing okay.
Of course, at this moment, I wish Reba would call me and tell me she was Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1069454198487425392003-11-21T17:36:00.000-05:002003-11-21T17:37:05.140-05:00Is it time to start worrying about myself? Check this out.
Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... CategoryYour Score Average Self-Lovin'31%When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself 65.1%Shamelessness40%Puts 'em on the glass 79.3% Sex Drive 44%I got needs, baby, you gotta unnastan'!77.7%Straightness3%Knows the other body type like a map 45.1% Gayness 100% 83.3%
Fucking Sick81%Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1069281025690819652003-11-19T17:30:00.000-05:002003-11-19T17:30:50.576-05:00Maybe things are starting to look up. I don’t know if I want to articulate that because of the way life has been lately. But the brakes on the car are fixed so that I’m not driving a death-trap waiting to happen. That’s usually the way it goes at my house. She gets the new car and I drive the leftovers. Hopefully, the leftovers survive a little bit.
It’s strange because I get what she doesn’t Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1069193391074035662003-11-18T17:09:00.000-05:002003-11-18T17:10:15.153-05:00I’m still working on fixing my karma because apparently it’s still broken. For the two or three of you that have been following Peter’s POV, you know the situation with the cars, the house, the tree, my brother-in-law and all that. I keep telling myself the situation will improve. After all, the holidays are coming.
Hopefully we’ll all make it to said holidays. However last night my sister, the Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068845113058478272003-11-14T16:25:00.000-05:002003-11-14T16:25:33.076-05:00My karma is so far out of wack that I don’t know if I can ever get it straight.
Last night was uneventful, thankfully. Thank you for all the kind wishes and words that readers e-mailed me and also those on my comment log. Those are greatly appreciated.
This morning, I talked to Marie and she suggested that I come over and have some stress relieved. Of course I quickly thought of an excuse and Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068755364402253202003-11-13T15:29:00.000-05:002003-11-13T15:29:43.280-05:00Well life certainly sucked yesterday
I got home from my 12-hour day to hear She Who Must Be Obeyed say that she had to go out and she was taking her mother with her. She said that she knew that I had worked all day without a break, but could I please cook for the kids, watch after them, bathe them and keep them entertained until she got back. No problem, I said. I love the kids even though only Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068662500914524572003-11-12T13:41:00.000-05:002003-11-12T16:21:41.903-05:00Some of my favorite bloggers are taking breaks, relocating or just stopping all together and, feeling selfish, I hate it. They all have their reasons and I will never begrudge them that, but I felt good learning about them and their lives, particularly the sexual parts of their lives.
I guess that’s the voyeur in me coming out. And it just stands to reason. I enjoy watching people fuck, I love Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068493425758323392003-11-10T14:43:00.000-05:002003-11-10T14:43:43.036-05:00I’ve come to a theory about my wife and sex. She apparently thinks giving me sexual pleasure grants her a license to complain. I’m still trying to figure out the amount of payback I’m obligated to, but I’m trying to quantify it.
The situation yesterday was that the youngest was down for his nap and her other kids were with their dad. My daughter was with her mother and I decided to take Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068244950137044402003-11-07T17:42:00.000-05:002003-11-07T17:42:27.996-05:00Spoke to Angel yesterday. For those that don’t know, she was my hottest, most passionate love affair. She experimented with me and helped me discover my true self while I helped her discover hers. The thing that split us up was that she was ready to marry and I wasn’t.
It could have been the differences in our age. She’s 10 years older than me, but in many ways, I was sexually more progressed Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816919.post-1068149327586129862003-11-06T15:08:00.000-05:002003-11-06T15:08:45.893-05:00What an odd night last night. I’m almost sure I know why. After dropping my daughter off, I had to deliver some prints to a model that was entering a contest. When she answered the door, she was wearing a cut off wife-beater and a white skirt. Her hair was in pigtails and she was in full makeup.
I asked what was going on and she said she was trying to make a video of her as a cheerleader to Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14296429646175992954noreply@blogger.com