My distributor was here today. " oh by the way you have a credit, the driver left some of your stuff in the truck and didn't notice till Denali. "
The driver would never do this. He is good at what he does.
I was a distraction. I make him want me.
This week will be tough. The holiday will make them need to be back early.
Amazing sex this morning. Leaving your cum in me so I can feel and be teased by you all day.
Still shaking. I would like to thank all my mentors and advisors. ... Same sassy girl. Advisor to all Tom. Sorry if I am missing anyone. You have all contributed to the fantastic blow job I gave this morning.
Shower, get 35 lb roast in oven, start cleaning because last nights guests would not leave and the house is a mess. At least all the rooms have been made and cleaned up. Laundry is done.
So then I slip into my silk flimsy blouse....... and wait.
I hope he comes early. So we have time. Like 15 minutes.
Summer is the hardest due to the influx of guests.
The green house is slow this year because it has been cold. The tall sun flowers and corn of last year ..... we could slip in between the rows.
It's me. I am coming in the morning to take care of you."
Who is this?
It was the truck driver. He bad never called on the phone before. His voice was charming and sweet. I had never know that.
Maybe my long trip to Valdez was impressive. Maybe the licking and teasing of his ass was enough to make him need more of me.
I think there is also something about not texting not Facebook liking. The freedom to know I am here. Without insecurity.
I like that. It just is.
It exists on it's own merit.
How did I miss that? What I thought was he had one large ball ...like they were glued together or something.
He had just come out of the shower steamy and dewy. I love a naked man answering the door.
I just stood there taking him in. He stood ready and confident.
He asked me in.
He towel off and slid into some shorts.
I must have been nervous. ..
He said "yes it is different to be completely alone. No one walking in on us."
It certainly was. That intensity of fucking in random places. ..The kitchen counter, a table in the banquet room with cathedral ceilings and large open windows. The sitting room burrow wood card table
And across the couch in front of the fireplace.
In the hotel room it was plain vanilla and over too quickly.
We talked afterwards.
Family stuff. The scars on his body.
Nothing real deep.
He seems to think having a son addicted to drugs is easier.
He commented.
"I thought my lot was rough, glad my kid isn't transgendered."
Well what ever. I don't think it is that big a deal. If it made him feel better about his dilemma all the better.
I was not invited to spend the night. The whole thing lasted an hour and a half.
I need something more.
The truck driver passed my friend in the hallway of the hotel.
" I hope my radio didn't keep you up last night?"he said.
What a sweet thing to say I thought. But then my mind wanders " what noise was coming from his room?"
Clearly it was more. Just covering his tracks I suspect.
I am hurt only by the lie "you are the only one except my ex wife"
He is mearly a touch stone I carry in my heart to stave away the loneliness of this cold dark life.
One day it will no longer be needed. I am hoping soon
Not much going on. Stuck at home with the husband. Mesquetoes are terrible.
No new lovers in the wings. I might want to behave myself since I am more in tge public eye than the small fishbowl I usually swim in.
I was just interviewed by an ex lover's daughter. She never met me or knew about me.
I think I have to be the most out there candidate Alaska has seen in a while.
I have a band named after me and it is "Naked....my name"
I posted a naked picture of myself on facebook.
I am honest and out spoken.
Oh and I fuck....a lot
I have been so busy and life is just crazy.
The husband is home and that sucks pretty much.
Finally just started telling people he has told forever that our marriage has problems that he likes the sympathy and for people to feel sorry for him. He needs and has needed for me to be the bad guy for 12 years.
Pretty sick of it.
In his garden. It's the little things.
I just like him. I don't care that he loves his wife. Who he is not living with.
But I would like them to just be hapy. They have so much to be together for.
I would love to have that.
He is a good man.
It's better. I just like him. It's unexplainable.
I don't need any more than what it is.
The husband comes home tomorrow then I get to go to Valdez for some fishing and hanging out with friends.
The truck driver will be there. But I will be very busy and that would look bad.
Valdez is a very small town.
The kid my son made that I just found out about turned out to be a real problem.
I don't know what he was thinking sending her up here. Her family caused so much drama it was unending.
The threats and bad treatment of me and my family were just unbelievable.
I could have do b e without it all.
Granddaughter leaves tomorrow.
Her family created a shit storm and now she is leaving.
It isn't fair.
I may never get to have sex again.
It was supposed to be just for the summer.
Then it was suppose to be till school started.
Now it could be this fall and spring.
It is not that we don't get along. We finish each other's sentences.
People call her mini me.
I just think I will be snuffed out.
