I'm moving out

No, not from the house! I'm making a jump to wordpress, which will allow me to do a few things with posts and pages that blogspot just doesn't understand.

Here's the link to the new digs:
http://sailordlv.wordpress.com/

Hope to see you there!

Dave

Tammy and Dan

A fantasy I wrote the other day, first time I've really felt like I "had" to write, in a while. Don't read if you don't like erotica though, it's one of those things.

Tammy and Dan
I was sitting at a table with my back to the wall, so I could see the bar in front of me, and the door as well, when I saw the tall redhead walk in. Her fair skin was flushed as if she'd just been exercising, or was angry; the dusting of freckles stood out clearly, which made her look even more lively than her walk, which was in long strides with a pleasant spring to the steps. She went directly to the deserted bar and called out to the woman serving, “I need a drink, let me have a Corona with lime, please.”

Pulling the bottle and opening it with a deft twist of her wrist, sliding the lime into the neck and handing it to her, the bartender asked politely, “Bad day? Or celebrating?”

“Bad day, just hectic and people in my face, all day long. How much?”

I spoke up then, across the quiet floor, and said “Let me get it. I've had one of those days, too, and would like to make yours a bit better.” I stood and handed Lisa, the bartender, a twenty; “Keep a buck for yourself, okay?”

“I can't let you do that,” the woman protested, “You don't even know me.”

“I'm Dan,” I said, “And you're not having a great day, what else do I need to know?”

“Well... thanks, Dan, I appreciate that. I'm Tammy, and it's nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, and I took it gently, feeling her soft cool skin in my hand, shaking it politely. I didn't want to let go, but I managed to do so, but I sure was hoping to get to know her better.

“You're welcome, very much so. Want to talk about it? I was sitting over there,” I said, indicating the table.

She hesitated for a moment, then with a why not shrug, said “Sure, I'd like that.”

We sat, and she started telling me about her day; apparently, people had been bugging her for silly little things that they should have been able to handle on their own, all day, off and on; and since she managed a sizable group of people, it got frustrating when she needed to deal with the little things, and wasn't able to focus on the bigger tasks that she really enjoyed.

We spent the next few minutes talking about our jobs, finding that we had similar experiences- some days were great, some awful, and most were just okay; we moved on pretty quickly though, to more interesting topics. Things like family, ages (she's about four years younger than I am), and hobbies (We both adore photography) were much more fun to talk about than work. After a couple of hours we were laughing and carrying on as if we'd known one another for years, instead of minutes.

When I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat, I wasn't quite sure if she'd agree or not- but she did, immediately, with the only stipulation being that since I'd been buying the drinks, she got to buy me dinner.

“You have to let me, you've spent way to much on drinks already,” she told me.

“No, don't be silly, I'm having fun, it's the least I can do for you brightening up my day,” I answered.

“No way. You've bought me at least four beers, and that's too many.”

“Well, what if I have ulterior motives?” I couldn't believe I'd asked that; I thought for sure she'd get offended and leave, but she had had just enough to drink, or something, because all she did was grin an impish, teasing grin.

“Well, what if I happen to like a motivated guy?” She asked, and then blushed beet red- her fair skin showed that off, quite nicely.

“Umm, maybe we should eat,” I said, “Or we'll get even goofier than we are, on empty stomachs.”

We laughed and chattered all through dinner, cracking ourselves up with inanities that seemed the height of humor in our giddy, semi-buzzed state, until it was time to get going home. Reluctantly, as if unwilling to part, we walked slowly out, wandering down the street together, toward her car. When she stumbled a bit on the curb, I reached out and steadied her with my hand on her arm, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to take my arm and hold it as we walked; soon enough, we were hand in hand, feeling an odd but comforting sensation of being much much closer than we should be.

“Listen, Tammy,” I started, as she spoke too:

“Hey, Dan,”

Laughing, “you go first,” “No, you”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath, “I like you, and don't want to say goodnight.”

She was flushed again, turning her head slightly away and down, not meeting my eyes as we paused on the sidewalk. I looked at her, and said softly, “Tammy. I like you too, and agree with you. What are we going to do about that?”

She looked into my eyes again, “I don't know. What do you think?”

“Tammy, I think I'd like to see you home- or, have you come over for coffee, whichever you'd like.” I blushed myself at that, sure she'd take offense, that she'd not really thought about what she was saying, and leave me standing there. I was very startled, but pleased, when she squeezed my hand and said,

“Let's go. I'm only a five minute walk from here.”

She turned, and without a word we started walking as she indicated, as she again took my arm and we pulled together, walking closer still. I found her walk marvelous, her long legs swinging freely, her casual blouse and skirt showing off her lovely figure.

When we arrived at her place, she had me sit on the sofa, and offered to make coffee. While it brewed, we simply sat, and enjoyed being still and quiet for a few moments. When it was ready, we toasted one another with our mugs: “Here's to new, instant friends,” she said and took a sip. I watched her lips on the rim of the mug, and wanted so badly to taste them, that as she set her cup aside I gave in to temptation, and leaned in slowly.

Our lips met, and she didn't pull away, but instead leaned into my mouth, pressing gently against my lips with her own. We kissed softly, tasting one another gently. I could feel her soft exhalations on my cheek, as our kiss deepened and slowly gained in intensity and warmth.

When her mouth parted slightly, I gently slipped my tongue to hers, tasting the beer she'd drunk, the more recent taste of coffee, but mostly tasting her sweet soft mouth. I carefully set my cup aside as well, and took her hand in mine as I leaned back and looked into her eyes.

“Tammy, I want you,” I said simply, “But don't want you to think I'm just taking advantage of you, or anything.”

“Dan,” she said softly, “It's not, technically, taking advantage if I just let you.”

“Ohhh, lord,” I sighed, and leaned in again, more insistently this time, finding her eager mouth meeting my passion equally. We kissed and held one another for a long time, holding each other closer and closer; gently but firmly, I started to move my hand along her arm, around and up and down her back and side, finding her toned and firm.

“You work out,” I whispered at one point, stroking her and caressing her gently.

“Yes, a few times a week with a personal trainer,” she answered, “I have to exercise or I feel icky.”

“You feel anything but icky to me,” I grinned, and she laughed delightedly saying:

“Good, I'm glad, I don't want you to think I'm icky.”

We stopped speaking then, as I started to kiss her once more, but this time moving my lips along her jaw, around her neck and under her ears; down her neck, tracing the collar of her blouse, and up the other side of her chest. I moved one hand to the buttons of her blouse and opened the highest one that was fastened, moving the material aside to kiss and give little lip nibbles along the newly exposed skin.

“I'm sure you've heard it before,” I told her, “But I love to connect the dots with my tongue- hope you don't mind.”

“No, I don't mind,” she breathed, as she moved her own hands lower, stroking my chest through my shirt, “It feels nice. You have a nice kiss.”

I lowered my head again, and this time moved more quickly, teasing and tracing patterns between the lovely freckles that sprinkled the tops of her breasts and chest, reaching and unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, slipping it aside to reveal the lacy bra she wore.

Impatiently now, she tugged my shirt from my pants, pushing me back as she pulled it over my head, tossing it aside; at the same time she shrugged her blouse off, and we sat looking at one another a moment; eyes roaming over each other, visually exploring this new territory. Her breasts were lovely, even covered by her bra; the tops were exposed, soft and silky skin, the line of material accentuating her curves, showing me a perfect amount of cleavage.

She didn't seem distressed at my own bare chest and stomach, as she ran her hands along and through the hair, teasingly soft. I reached out, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, and ran my fingers under the curve of her breasts, undoing the clasp and letting the bra fall to each side; she moved her arms back again, letting it fall behind her, and sat before me, looking at me, watching me look at her and enjoying the pretty sight in front of me.

“You're lovely, Tammy, just beautiful,” I said, looking into her eyes, “I think you're gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she said, “I like to look at you, too.”

We sat a moment, the two of us, just watching the other, running our eyes over each other. At one point, she said “How come it's so comfortable to have you just look at me like this?”

“I don't know. Maybe another quick connection between us? I guess something like that, because it's not bugging me to have you looking either, and I'm usually self-conscious about it.”

We grinned at one another, enjoying this quick similarity as well as the fast enjoyment of our company, and started to kiss again.

Once again, the passion level stepped up; once again, we were more involved, more vigorous, both of us touching, caressing and moving with one another. At some point, we lay back on her sofa, and squirming around, managed to lose my pants, and her skirt; shortly after that, there was a decided lack of panties and boxers, which made access to touches so much easier, and the touches so much warmer.

Her hand was warm and soft on my hardness, stroking and playing, as I slipped one, then two fingers across her lips, with my palm on her clit; pressing firmly, wriggling fingers against her opening, feeling her inner lips swelling and opening to my touch, I finally, slowly pressed my middle finger into her. She sighed, and spread her legs more, and stroked me harder as I did. “Oh, that feels so nice, don't stop,” she whispered urgently, squeezing herself around my fingers, “God, I love that feeling, keep pushing on my clit, push into me.”

I could feel her juices flowing around my fingers, as I obediently pressed harder, feel them running more freely around my fingers and onto the knuckles, down her ass, alongside the pucker of her asshole; tentatively, I pressed a fingertip against her asshole, and was rewarded with a further opening of her legs, spreading herself wider for easier access. I wet my third finger in her sopping pussy, then gently pressed that fingertip to her, rimming as I continued to fuck her with my hand. At the same time, she was stroking my cock, the pre-cum running freely, swirling it around the head with her thumb, making me slippery and glistening with my own juice.

I kissed her hard then, leaning over her and feeling the warmth of her skin on mine, her breasts smashed into my chest, hard nubs of her nipples teasing against me, our breath coming faster as we stroked and pressed, my fingers matching her hand's rhythm on my cock.

Briefly, then, she spasmed, her hips rising, pressing against my hand, and I could feel a tell-tale flutter deep inside her pussy as she came around my fingers, her juice feeling thicker and more slick now, as my own arousal grew stronger. She moaned, a cross between a groan and a growl as she came, and let her legs collapse back down. Moving her hand slowly, she looked at me, and said “We might be more comfortable on the bed.”

“Oh yeah,” I muttered, “Good plan, but we should probably hurry, or-”

“Come on then,” She interrupted, “Let's go.”

Not releasing her hold on my cock, she pushed my hand from her pussy, and swung onto her feet. She led my by the cock to her bedroom, where she climbed onto her bed, and drew me up with her.

“I want you inside me,” she commanded, “Do me from behind.”

She turned and placed herself on her stomach, raising her hips by bending her knees; with her head down on the mattress, her arms folded, and her hips and thighs lifted for me, I was entranced by just looking at her. I could see her open wet pussy, lips swollen and red and spread wide, and the tiny pucker of her anus. I knelt behind her, running my hands up her thighs, across her ass and onto her back and waist, as I moved closer. She reached between her thighs, finding my cock and guiding it to her pussy, then moving it away as I pressed the head to her opening sex.

Pressing into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate my cock, the wonderful feeling of sliding deep into her wetness, was exquisite pleasure; trying to keep my overheated cock and balls from coming immediately was exquisite torture. I managed, somehow, to slide all the way into her without losing control, feeling her sweet wet pussy squeezing around my shaft, as I pushed to drive into her as far as I could.

“Oh god, that feels so good, you are so wet and hot,” I moaned, “Tammy, I can't last very long.”

“That's fine,” she said into her arms, as I felt her fingertips moving on her clit, underneath my cock inside her, “Don't worry about it, we have time.”

With those words, she squeezed herself tighter, and thrust back into me, pressing her pussy and ass into my body as I knelt behind her, pushing into her. “Dan, come, fuck me fast and come, and we'll do it again and again.”

Hearing that, feeling her around me, looking down the length of her back with the soft spill of her hair around her head and on the bed, sent me immediately to the brink, and over. I pressed into her as far and hard as I could, hands on her hips and pulling her onto my cock, shooting hot come deep inside her as she moaned again, as my own groan of delighted release mingled with hers.

She continued to pulse and squeeze my cock even as I stopped coming, using the powerful muscles inside her pussy to milk my cock of all the come I had; then, her hand dropped from her clit and I leaned over and kissed her back, softly planting kisses everywhere I could reach. As I slid back, I could see my come in her open pussy, starting to ooze out a bit. That temptation was too much so I leaned over, and lowered my face into her crack, and ran my tongue up her opening.

She jumped, and gasped, and moaned at the touch of my tongue, and when I had run my tongue from her clit to her anus, she rolled over and drew me up to her, swiftly, and brought her mouth to mine. Kissing me hard, she used her tongue to taste our mingled come, running her tongue all over my mouth, sucking the mixed juices from my mouth to hers.

“God, that's so hot, I love that,” she said into my mouth, never breaking contact, “Jeez, how did you know that would drive me crazy?”

“I didn't, I just know I like it, and thought you wouldn't mind,” I answered with my mouth full of her tongue, “I'm glad you're so much like me, though.”

As we relaxed, I lay next to her, holding her close, kissing her deeply but with less urgency; more passion, but less immediate needs, and we cuddled and stroked one another. As she fell into a doze, I watched her breathing slow, the rise and fall of her breast becoming more gentle. I tucked her against me, holding her close and warm, feeling sleepy myself. As I too drifted off to sleep, I was looking forward to making love to her again, and wondering how I'd gotten so lucky as to meet someone that would take advantage of me, as thoroughly as I'd taken advantage of her.

6 Word Memoir

So, I'm happily enjoying my Panera Bread soup and sandwich today, and catching up on blog reading when I see that Therese has tagged me to play the 6-word Memoir meme.

This has gone all over, apparently. In her post, Therese mentions that Silent Male traced it back to the starting point: bookbabie.

I thought it would be more difficult than it turned out- as I was thinking about it, this jumped into my head and wouldn't leave. I figure *that* means it's supposed to be said, so here's my six-word memoir:

In despair, darkness; In Love, Light.


So there it is- at the moment, the three most important things to share with you.

Now, I have to find five bloggers to tag, so I tag:

Aughra

So Gone

Melissa

RedHeaded Tomboy

Redhead Editor


Of course, if you've done it and I missed it, just give me 30 lashes with a wet noodle. Here are the rules:
Here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible, so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere
4 Tag five more blogs with links
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

Contradictions

This poor flower was loving the sun and almost 50 degree weather yesterday, when I walked by it the first time.


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Originally uploaded by sailordlv.

Today, it was shivering under it's snow blanket, struggling to stay upright as best it could.

Heavy, wet snow here in Salt Lake City, but sure good for the skiers. For the flowers? Not-so-much.

Hang in there little flower, spring is coming fast and the big, bad snowflakes wont squish you anymore.

*Click the picture for full-size on Flickr*

Salt Lake City- Or, A Tale of Travel Adventures Pt. 2

In which a visit is made to slippery slopes; elegance is found; of Olympics, and downhill racing; and it is determined that one can go down, while going up.

Wednesday, March 26, 0700-2300 Mountain

So, once again we rise and face the day, fortified by much coffee. Oh, and a small amount of protein and french toast, and/or eggs, and/or cereal, and/or fruit. Really, it doesn't matter, I only mention it to show that even I eat breakfast once in a while.

Today, we ventured to Snowbasin, which is slightly further out of the city than we've been, but still an easy drive. This resort is interesting; it really was a second-rate, out of the way place, until the winter Olympics of 2002 were being prepped. At that point, "Earl" (Earl Holding) decided to dump some of his gazillions into making the resort an appropriate venue for some of the events. The mens and womens downhill races were held here, and I'm not sure what else; but I do know that the rustic chalets, the high-speed gondolas, and the incredible coverage of snowmaking equipment is mucho amazing. (Yes, snowmaking in an area that has an annual average snowfall of 500", go figure).

Anyway, it's another very elegant location, for a ski resort. Gold fixtures, carpeted(!) floors (skiboots are not gentle things, lol); huge fireplaces, monster timber supports, floor to ceiling window walls- and the ceiling is 40' tall, in places. Yes, ol' Earl did himself proud.

Not to mention, some great terrain, for the skiing portion of your day. When we arrived, though, the snow wasn't great. Remember the heat from Monday? Well, all that softened snow froze, over the next day and night, and so we were skiing on crusty hardpack. That, is tolerable although not the most comfortable; however, we also ran into lighting that was so flat, you couldn't see any variance in the surfaces.

That's not so fun.

Skiing along in white-outs, is what we refer to as "sporty", in my family. Other families may call it crazy, but that's okay- we have fun anyway.

Besides, it was softening throughout the day, so by lunchtime it was back to the fantastic Utah snow we've been experiencing, in most places. So that all worked out well, right?

Oh, and after lunch, was even better- the boys, all three of them: Jeremy, Rob and Nick- decided that they needed to, they were required to ski the downhill run that was the Olympic course. Naturally, I said "Go for it." So naturally, they did- although, we found out later, that was the only run they did after lunch. We'd been skiing hard all day, anyway, and they were wiped out after that run.

We didn't know that till later, though, because there were other adventures about.

I mentioned the gondolas, right? If you don't know what they are, they're a covered, enclosed car that rides on cables, and carries the skiers to the top of the mountain so they can ski down. The ones here at Snowbasin hold eight; or, in one very particular case, the car held two.

Lynn was working on Beth and my Dad like crazy, after lunch, (with very enthusiastic help from me) in order to get them either in before us, or in a lift without us for one ride. Basically because, when we arrived at the area in the morning, she took one look at a gondola and looked at me, with the smoldering in her eyes that only she can do, and winked, and said "Soon. In one of those. Today."

Soooooo, the maneuvers were strategic, and well executed tactically, and it transpired that we rode up in a gondola car named for "Somebody-or-other Sailor", an Olympic Champion skier. I can't remember his first name, perhaps Anton- but we only noticed, because as we cleared the base of the loading station, and Lynn started unzipping my pants, she said something about how it's appropriately named, as my nickname for blogging and photos is Sailor;

Yeah, the fantasy fulfilled, that I didn't even know I had. Nor did Lynn, as she'd never used a gondola-type lift before, was to experience (or give, in her case) a moving, sexy, loving and hot and exciting blow job, as we rode the lift up the mountain.

So she did; I did; we laughed, at ourselves, at the mess, at our outlandish behavior, and at the fact that we can still be silly and adventurous and in love and want each other.

And had a fine last run down, to meet up with the rest of the gang, and head back to the hotel for dinner and a bookstore run and bed.

What a great vacation this is!

Salt Lake City- Or, A Tale of Travel Adventures Pt 1

In which various people begin travels via various means; arrive at an interim point and are surprised; reach the final destination and miss somethings; through several compromises manage to be hot in the snow; are reunited with comfortable feet; find the snow again; and avoid conversion although have conversation with sundry Mormons.

Saturday, March 22, 0350-2400 Eastern; The alarm, evil thing that it is, manages to wake us up in spite of exhaustion and illness. Not the greatest beginning to the trip, with Lynn and myself both tired, cranky, and in her case not feeling great. However, we did get the kids up, and got all six of us into the Pacifica, with the roof-rack loaded and skis and bags and carry-ons inside.

The drive to Kennedy, while uneventful, was as always a pain in the but. We have to leave our house a full three hours before our flights are scheduled to leave, in order to get to the airport, park and shuttle to the terminals and still manage to schlep six people and all our luggage through check-in and security. Granted, it's getting easier and easier- the kids are great and handle their own bags now. Everyone is allowed one duffel, for all the clothes/ski wear, and one carryon for important things like cameras, computers, books and snacks. The skis combine into four bags, two doubles and two singles, so we check ten and carry six- and so far, we've not forgotten any of the children anywhere.


We arrived in Minneapolis on time, and found my dad in the gate for the next flight. This was fun, because the kids didn't know we were on the same plane for that part of the flight; so they had a lot of "Wow!" "GRAND-DAD!!!!!" And grabbing and hugging and laughing going on- which is always a blast.

The flight to Salt Lake was also uneventful, just a bit of musical seats as the kids swapped around to sit by dad.

However, once we'd arrived, the inconvenience began. Thank you, Delta, for sending a duffel to timbuctoo. Or somewhere. All of Rob's clothes, toiletries, ski wear, etc were nowhere to be found. Worse, in terms of the skiing portion of the trip- MY ski boots were also in that bag. Which truly, utterly, completely sucks. It was okay for Rob, because he was going to rent anyway, because he's been snowboarding the last few years he doesn't have equipment of his own. But dang it all, those boots are custom-fit, Solomon boots that I love.

So after fussing with Delta for a while, getting a claim filed, etc, etc, we made our way to the Hotel. Where they managed to put us into two rooms that each had a king-size bed. Nice for Lynn and myself, but not so great when we have to share with the kids and dad, though. So, a room swap or two later, and we're in the originally reserved rooms with two queens each. With the convertible sofas, we have enough bed space for the seven of us.

That night, we took the UTA Trax train, and attended the Easter Vigil service at St. Mark's Cathedral. What a beautiful service that was, very very well done. The building, in this state and city that is so dominated by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is not a particularly imposing structure externally; but the inside was fantastic, and the choir and music was great.

Finally, dinner- and back to the hotel, to fall into bed. Wheew!

Sunday, March 23, 0700-2300 Mountain; No alarm, but we're all up easily, mostly because of the time change. Breakfast at this hotel (Embassy Suites, nice place) is included in the room charge, but it's more than just the cereal/juice/rolls of some. Here you can order a couple of eggs, omelets, bacon or sausage or pancakes, as well as the cold cereal type stuff- which is great.

SO then, Rob, dad and I walked to the local ski shop, all of 2 blocks. Rob rented a package for the week, and since they refused to adjust my bindings to their boots, I decided to skip renting for that day, and see if the ski area would do so; at least this way I could try to use my good skis.

Luckily, Brighton did allow me to do that, so I rented boots there.

And, Finally- let the fun begin!!

Oh WOW. What an incredible, wonderful ski area. Salt Lake's ski areas average around 500" of snow annually; and this year they've been getting more than usual. We had perfect snow, perfectly clear skies, perfect temperatures. It was around 40, that first day, and what a blast. I haven't skied in the Rocky Mountains for waaay, waaay, too long; I know, I knew I loved them, but what a piece of heaven on earth. I miss "My" mountains, more than I realized.

Just to see the terrain, the majesty, the peaks, makes me homesick; and, I've never lived here, or in the mountains, only vacationed, but still- I love them.

Dinner that night, was delivered pizza and salads from a bag. No one had the energy to get out, so it was a quiet, early night and to bed with all.

Monday, March 24, 0700-2300 Mountain; HOOORAY!!!
The bag was found, and delivered to the Hotel at 0200 this morning. Cheers, instant thrills and (no, I didn't orgasm over them, but I did pet them) my boots are here!

Monday, we headed up- up the canyon, up the "POSH" scale, to Deer Valley. Known as the poshest ski area around, I can believe it; where other areas use industrial chrome plumbing, Deer Valley pays for the less durable brass; where concrete steps and walkways are enough for strength and utility elsewhere, Deer Valley lays down garden pavers. And replaces them, as needed, for ski boots are not known to be easy on brick.

A second perfect day of skiing, oh my. Temp again to the 40's, perfectly clear blue skies, snow that is deeper than needed everywhere, and nowhere scraped to grass; superb!!!!

The only drawback- the heat. We were all so hot, that we were finding different ways to try to lose layers. For me, luckily, my turtleneck was an old ratty one- so I didn't have any qualms tossing it in the garbage; in fact, it would have prior to the trip, but I was thinking I'd need all I owned.

There's something decadent about skiing in a t-shirt, and for a bit without that, no gloves, hats or goggles, no sweaters and down jackets- just boots, pants and sunglasses. Gotta love that! ROb took a picture with his camera, and I'll get that posted at some point, but still wonderful.

AND- My feet didn't kill me all day. Yes, renting boots is a fine expediency when needed, but oh man, did my feet hurt at the end of Sunday. I was so pleased to have my good boots back, I suspect my family is just as happy- cuz I stopped whining!

Dinner in again, and early bed- not much happening on most of our evenings, we get pretty tired and try to sleep early.

Tuesday, March 25, 0000-1700 Mountain; Grrrrrrr.
What did I say about trying to sleep? Well, no one had a great sleep, except dad. Perhaps altitude, perhaps something else, but I was up all night, Lynn slept about an hour, the kids were up and down as well. So we decided to take a sight-seeing day, in the interest of not hurting ourselves.

Two boys opted to stay back and read and watch movies, so Dad, Lynn, Beth, Rob and I all headed to the Union Pacific Terminal, which is the gateway to an outdoor shopping plaza. Just wandering, and taking photos- I'll put some of the Olympic Memorial Musical up too-

And then, into the jaws of the lion. Or, in this case, into Temple Square, for a thirty minute tour with the missionaries there. It's an interesting history if nothing else, regardless of your opinion or beliefs regarding Joseph Smith and the Mormon Church; and yes, we managed to escape with our "Episcopalian-ness" intact.

Whew!

So, for later- dinner out, probably something simple like Olive Garden, and then tomorrow- Alta, or Snow Basin.

Wow, this got long- so, I'm done for now, but rest assured, I'll be back to bore you more later in the week!

Fantasizing

Just some thoughts when I couldn't sleep, the other night.

I lay back, holding her in my arms, pulling her close to me as she put her head on my shoulder and slid her hand across my chest. I moved my hand down to cup her breast, teasing the nipple lightly and causing the soft skin to crinkle and bump around the nipple as her breath changed ever so slightly. Her fingers started playing with the hair on my chest, teasing it and tickling it with just a bit of pressure, just enough to let me feel her warm hand on me.

She sighed, and tilted her head back, and our lips joined. Sliding her tongue into my mouth, I could taste her, feel the warmth and soft, oh so soft pressure of her tongue. Slowly, gently, she moved her mouth on mine, pressed herself against me as we kissed, her soft warm breasts and skin touching mine, leaning into me and warming me. Gently, she slid her hand lower, across my stomach, still playing and teasing the hair, following the line it makes, down to my crotch.

Teasingly, circling around and around, moving her hand so close but never grasping me, lower and under my balls, back up and around- exquisite torture, as she kept her lips locked to mine. My eyes were open, although hers were not, but I so love watching her as we touch and caress and tease one another. I moved my own hands then, sliding across her breast, down her waist and pressing in between her thighs. She sighed into my mouth, lifting her leg to allow my fingers to move to her center.

She was wet already, the moisture just starting to seep out from within the soft warmth of her lips. I used my fingers to open her more fully, gently probing, pressing slowly inside her.

We broke the kiss then, leaning back a little, and looking into each other's eyes; hers tend to darken as she gets aroused, which never fails to increase my own excitement. At this point, they were almost black, deep pools that reflected her excitement.

Moving more rapidly now, her hand started to stroke me, grasping and drawing as I hardened in her hand. I too, moved more quickly, stimulating her clit and pressing into her wetness, adding a second and then a third finger. I began to roll my hand around, pressing against the outer walls, watching her face as she felt that motion, felt the arousal building within her.

"Now", she whispered, releasing her grip on me, and tugging to move me over her, "Now please."

I moved to lay above her, sliding myself into her, feeling that wonderful stretching tightening as she opened and accepted the pressure; watching her face, her eyes closing, feeling her deep breath under me as I slip inside her, both of us loving that first warmth of entering.

We stayed still for a long time then, just feeling one another, as close as we could get; feeling her tease, occasionally tightening around me, making it hard for me to stay still. I squeeze now and then, to move myself against her, press gently against her clit with my pubic bone, trying to make her feel the same excitement as I am.

Eventually, we couldn't stand it- we had to move, and so we started to thrust against one another, pressing and releasing, pushing in and drawing out. Faster, and deeper, until she lifted her legs up over my shoulders, changing the angle as I pushed into her. "So much deeper, so different," she whispered once, looking deep into my eyes.

We finished together, spasming deep inside her, as she pulsed around me, and when she lowered her legs I collapsed onto her, both of us breathing fast, hearts racing and bodies hot together.

A couple of "I love you" whispers, and we slept, still joined, still feeling the warmth and love.

Some Assembly Required

So, I did it. Lynn and I headed into New York City this afternoon, because she needed oil retouching paints for her black-and-white film class. I went because I'd been drooling over some of the equipment that's available at the B&H store for a long time.

Wow. That's all I can say, is wow. We found the store okay, even parked on the street for free, which is just plain lucky. We walked down three blocks, and Wow.

Did I say Wow?

It's like a candy store, for people into photography, videography, home theater, lighting, sound-

Wow.

Picture your hardware store, but two stories tall. The customers wander around picking out what they want, and the clerks then ring it up as an invoice. Then, your items (if small enough) are placed into a carrier tote, which speeds your purchases to the merchandise pick-up-area.

You are free to continue shopping at that point, and any further items will just be added to your invoice and sent over to join your first batch. If you're done, you get to go to the check-out person, who will ring you up from the invoice, and after you've paid, you make your way to the merchandise pick-up to be reunited with your selections. (Or, in our case, the oversize pickup, heheh).

Once you've got your greedy little hands on your new toys, you get to leave and go play. With, of course, a stop for Thai food, since you're right there, and there are not just ONE but TWO Thai restaurants between you and the car.

Finally home, you get to open your boxes- and pull out your Impact lights. All three of them, with stands, reflectors, umbrellas, and carrying case. Having been looking at reviews of the items, I knew that there were no instructions included, and that several people had found it difficult to get it all together. I dove in bravely, however, figuring that "forewarned is... well, in this case, forewarned is forewarned, and not much else".

However, with some trial and error, and who knows if it's 100% correct, I did indeed get everything up and lit. Since that's the goal, I figure I'm well on my way.

So, now the trick is to figure out how to get it all back in the carrying case, which is trickier than it seems, but I'm sure I'll get it sooner or later. Meanwhile, there's nothing wrong with a photo-studio in the living room or bedroom, is there?

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Lighting

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I love the way this turned out, the whole set is pretty good- even if I'm saying so myself.

I've been working on my lighting a fair amount, lately, and yesterday I took hundreds of photos. The set that we did with a black background really pleased me, because the whole "floating against black" really turned out okay.

Especially, since the backdrops and supports are just improvisations. I was telling a friend that wal-mart sheets and craft-store silk flowers, are your friends, if you want to have inexpensive but fun ways to modify backgrounds and pick up silly props.

Have I mentioned before, that I LOVE this camera? Oh, I have? Must be senility that makes me repeat myself- but I sure do love this camera!

Love my darling model, too, I'm thinkin' that that's part of why these work.

*Click the photo to see the rest of the set on flickr*