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Male Switch, 45, Houston, Texas

Male Submissive, 55, Davenport, Iowa

Male Submissive, 44

Another summer of love-finding. Happy Independence.

How time flies. Hello beasties.

Well, the weekend is almost over, it's just before dawn Monday and I'm just now getting to last week's journal, which is supposed to help manage my behavior. Better critically almost-late than actually late I suppose. I hope. My "Excuse" is that it was kind of a "nothing" week sandwiched between two more eventful Sundays. So this entry covers two weekends and the intervening week, since my last one was written before the weekend before last! Friday is the day I'm used to having my behavior review. So right after completing my review on the 14th, when I'd planned on going to bed early, all cleansed and everything, literally and figuratively, the phone rang with a temptation to trouble. It was my hiking-buddy. His call also came right after I'd written him off for the day; he was supposed to call much before, like from work. But since he isn't under supervision like me, I didn't bust his balls about it; in fact I let him talk me into going hiking THAT NIGHT. When all I'd been expecting was a discussion of our planned outing on Saturday, when I am actually permitted to go hiking. Operative words here are NIGHT and -day. The difference between being outdoors during the night or day, is like, well, you know... we quickly lost the light. The first trail we tried was washed out from the previous days' monsoonn. I was secretly relieved, because I knew I wasn't supposed to be there anyway, and anyway, I was starting to itch from the capri-line down from our having left the muddy trail for the denser ground-cover (eg. poisonous green things) in an attempt to get around a veritable lake which had surfaced on the trail. All I wanted was a bath and my bed, but instead when we finally broke free of the forest back to the grassy plain, I found myself rolling on the grass in a Girl-Scout-handbook attempt to clean the poisonous oils from my legs. Which actually worked! Enough to keep me at large anyway, so next, after agreeing to do some "reconaissance" in anticipation of the next day's planned hike instead of going straight home, I found myself starting up another trail. At 8:30. We quickly became lost. That boy really could use some supervision too! After a fun forty-five minutes and a terrifying fifteen in the encroaching darkness, the spiders taking back the forest and the skin of our faces, we emerged scrambling up a thorny road-bank not too far from the site of his truck. We came back home to examine the natural punishments to our hubris and poor judgment, and to celebrate being alive I made us green-tea Rice Dream soy-milkshake, which in a way, still blew my diet. Pretty rich, although with a hint of Playdough to them. As a result of all these misdeeds, despite being in bed by 11, I basically slept all day Saturday, setting the stage for being "topsy-turvy" during the week I'm afraid. Then on Sunday while doing my own laundry I discovered that two pieces of my boss's had remained in the dryer. Whoops. Not something I can wait till Friday to confess -- she might need them. So I got up my nerve to get on the phone. And she was fairly cool about it. In fact, she said she was taking some photos and I could come by and "help" and bring her clothes. She gave me forty-five minutes, which I took as forty-five to get ready, and exactly forty-five minutes I got out of the bath, put my hair up in a towel and my terry robe on, put some old maternity overalls on over THAT and ran out of the house. Perhaps that is when it started to feel, or perhaps sound to you, like a Penthouse letter, but strangely, it is all true. Especially when I slipped out of my robe and began modelling for her. And when I crawled up onto the futon and kissed her, she let me. I kissed a girl! And more. I got home at ten that night and to bed at eleven again, but all a-twitter from the evening's excitement, I left the tiniest light -- not even the 'official' dome-light -- but the little reader-light on the mirror on, and killed the car for the week. So having little to interest me on land anyway, I devoted myself to the study of film. Oh, Sunday night, I stopped off at the Bbuster on the way home.? Just to be somewhere where other fat girls could smell the sex on me.? I rented "Spider Forest." The perfect title, no? Not that I ended up seeing the boy again all that week, for his own reasons I suppose. He was here today, and we failed again to revive my car. Feeling magnanimous nonetheless, I treated him and two other ne'er-do-wells who I found napping in my living room to fancy drinks at our local Friends-y (minus the table service) coffeehouse. Three fancy "coffees" for $12 plus one more in the jar to make it lucky -- the most I've spent all week -- and another blow to my diet, a "chocolate-covered strawberry smoothie." In a way, these two anything-but-Lazy Sundays, and two suckable decadent confections, bookended my week. So that's it. Thank you for all for not reading -- no matter really: she who must, must -- and n'a we till next time.

I used to live with someone who kept a little book on me, and Friday Night was Punishment Night. Or Reward Night. Also sometimes Pizza Night. I guess I'm such a creature of habit that here I am on Friday with a sudden urge to make book on myself. I'll start on the 4th. I had a dumb little party. My gay (as in homosexual, not dumb!) post-college roommate came with his new hubby and outsized adolescent children. One of my old babysitters said she WOULD come, with her man, and my best friend said she MIGHT, with hers. Well, I can't say what I'm thinking now for fear I'd get my mouth washed out with soap again but suffice it to say they were no shows. So thank god for the gays, hip hip hooray, otherwise the food I'd prepared would have gone STRAIGHT to my hips. And thank god for oversized children too! And of course it's always a pleasure to serve. Day After the Fourth. Don't remember. Day After That, a.k.a., the Sixth. Don't Remember. Likewise, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. You can tell my weekends are thrilling. I think my boy friend (note the space) stood me up a couple of times probably. Sunday he finally straggled in in time for 'Entourage.' I'm worried about Vince and the boys. The Following Week finds me depressed, which appears as Angry to some I suppose, like my mother who asked if I was mad at her or my boy friend who asked if there was "something on my mind." Monday evening I skipped meeting a school chum at the library, skipped a birthday party which might have involved me in some karaoke unpleasantness. Just slept and slept. It's creepy to say I have no memory of Tuesday. Wednesday I went to see 'Dr. Doolite' with the above-/too-often-mentioned boy. Not the Eddie Murphy musical, a real live live touring show with talking animals! God I sound like such a child. This is what years of ageplay will get you, kids. So I must confess I had too grown-up decadent drinks of my own invention: first, margarita mix & vodka, which I will call a 'Gimlet, I,' and then at the interval, a pre-fab iced mocha with Rumpleminz, which I call Just Plain Delicious! Thursday I stayed home. I left my keys in the ignition and just the little buzz that is supposed to remind you to take them out ran down the battery. However, I really recharged my batteries exploring a loverly deranged site that I will now henceforth plug called www.superstories.net/cahinsman. It really tapped into a lot of my fantasies. I will come there again, I'm sure of it. And now it is Friday. I fear to think what Mme. Aimee would make of the book of my week. No pizza for me I"m afraid. At least I spent today catching up on work. I've started a very interesting assignment for an out-of-town client who wants to expand to my area. I slogged through some typing and proofing today but still have a lot of research and report-writing to do for her. And something else, which slips my mind at the time. I should have also remembered to tie a leather string around my finger or lock a cuff on my wrist or something.

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