September 12, 2005
Ok so I managed through my mini depression and didn't take the time off that I said I was going to. Of course my meltdown started with the devastation of NOLA. Then all the crap afterward with everyone trying to blame the Mayor of NO and Governor of LA. Blame, blame, blame when the fact of the matter is that our idiot of a President cut funding for the levees system in NOLA which would of prevented them breaking in the first place. HELLO! It doesn't cost all that much to spread chunks of old concrete across the earthen area's that support the cement levees. Hell practically everyone in Michigan that has water front property does this to prevent erosion, and it works quite effectively.
Second, if Louisianna's National Guard hadn't of been in Iraq they would have been at the Superdome the next day if not before the hurricane making sure there was adequate water and instant food packs. That's the whole point of National Guard isn't it...to guard our Nation....
Anyway...Red worked on Wednesday and before he left he asked if I had a date. "No" I replied and "I really wasn't up to messing around with anyone, that I was too depressed." Then that night after I got out of work one of our friends was over and I just came in loaded the dishwasher, took a couple of Xaxax and went to bed. Red came in and asked if I was ok and I told him that, "I wasn't up to socializing, that I just couldn't fake being happy when I'm not".
Thursday morning I go and do my house cleaning job, come home and lay on the couch and then it finally hits me and I started to cry.
I cried for,
the flooding in NOLA,
the people who drown,
all the displaced people and pets,
for our friends down there that we hadn't heard from yet,
and especially for the old people they had just found at St. Rita's Nursing home.
My crying finally subsides a little and the doorbell rings. Scooby goes to see who it is while I compose myself.
Its the policeman.....
My eyes are all bloodshot from crying, he says I look tired, I just say that I've been working alot lately and am a bit tired. "You guys wanta play?" he asks. "I look at Red and then back at him and say, "Sure, what the hell". So we go into the bedroom and he starts telling us to suck each others cock. We obey. This goes on for a while, me sucking the bf and then the cop back and forth. Me and Red then blow our loads all over each others mouths as instructed, then the cop blows his load. We get dressed the cop leaves and I feel much better. A good cry and a couple of cocks is the best remedy for a sad mood.
Then Red's been telling me for a few weeks that Sugar Daddy's coming up. "When" I ask, but all he can remember is Saturday, doesn't know what Saturday just that he's coming up on a Saturday sometime before my birthday. So this Saturday we're working on the fucking house like we normally do on our days off and we go to take a break for awhile and the doorbell rings and it's SD. And he's bringing me birthday gifts, YES! Ok for those of you who are just tuning in, if it wasn't for SD I wouldn't get gifts for my birthday other than the $20 bucks Red's mom gives me. Red only works enough to keep himself in "smoke" but he did plan on spending his last $30 bucks on me, bless his heart. As for my family they don't do gifts, cards yes, gifts no. So this was a pleasant surprise. SD ended up giving me a new porn tape, a cool black t-shirt with skeletons in all kinds of sexual positions, cigars, a fifth of fancy vodka and two "fucking" hundred bucks! Then he takes us out for dinner, another thing us po folk don't do very often. What a fucking sweet day. It ended with us watching porn, me taking turns blowing SD and Red, Red and I having a cock fight in SD's mouth and then me blowing SD till he was drained.
I'm a whore when it comes to gifts...
So then Sunday rolls around and we had a planned date with this other poz guy whom I've had a crush on for about ten years. French and furry... just the way I like em. He shows up that afternoon and Red and I fucked the hell out of him. We took turns suckin him and fuckin his mouth and ass. It ended with him blowing on his chest while I blew up his sweet hot ass and Red blowing on his chest also. A great time was had by all...
I'm in much better spirits after this sex fest. I mean come on, how can't I be in better spirits, 3 threeways in 4 days, I'm indeed a happy dog. Again thanks to everyone for your words of encouragement on my last post. Luckily my down time is minimal but it tends to hit with a punch. But I am back on my feet or down on my knees for that matter.
Ok so I managed through my mini depression and didn't take the time off that I said I was going to. Of course my meltdown started with the devastation of NOLA. Then all the crap afterward with everyone trying to blame the Mayor of NO and Governor of LA. Blame, blame, blame when the fact of the matter is that our idiot of a President cut funding for the levees system in NOLA which would of prevented them breaking in the first place. HELLO! It doesn't cost all that much to spread chunks of old concrete across the earthen area's that support the cement levees. Hell practically everyone in Michigan that has water front property does this to prevent erosion, and it works quite effectively.
Second, if Louisianna's National Guard hadn't of been in Iraq they would have been at the Superdome the next day if not before the hurricane making sure there was adequate water and instant food packs. That's the whole point of National Guard isn't it...to guard our Nation....
Anyway...Red worked on Wednesday and before he left he asked if I had a date. "No" I replied and "I really wasn't up to messing around with anyone, that I was too depressed." Then that night after I got out of work one of our friends was over and I just came in loaded the dishwasher, took a couple of Xaxax and went to bed. Red came in and asked if I was ok and I told him that, "I wasn't up to socializing, that I just couldn't fake being happy when I'm not".
Thursday morning I go and do my house cleaning job, come home and lay on the couch and then it finally hits me and I started to cry.
I cried for,
the flooding in NOLA,
the people who drown,
all the displaced people and pets,
for our friends down there that we hadn't heard from yet,
and especially for the old people they had just found at St. Rita's Nursing home.
My crying finally subsides a little and the doorbell rings. Scooby goes to see who it is while I compose myself.
Its the policeman.....
My eyes are all bloodshot from crying, he says I look tired, I just say that I've been working alot lately and am a bit tired. "You guys wanta play?" he asks. "I look at Red and then back at him and say, "Sure, what the hell". So we go into the bedroom and he starts telling us to suck each others cock. We obey. This goes on for a while, me sucking the bf and then the cop back and forth. Me and Red then blow our loads all over each others mouths as instructed, then the cop blows his load. We get dressed the cop leaves and I feel much better. A good cry and a couple of cocks is the best remedy for a sad mood.
Then Red's been telling me for a few weeks that Sugar Daddy's coming up. "When" I ask, but all he can remember is Saturday, doesn't know what Saturday just that he's coming up on a Saturday sometime before my birthday. So this Saturday we're working on the fucking house like we normally do on our days off and we go to take a break for awhile and the doorbell rings and it's SD. And he's bringing me birthday gifts, YES! Ok for those of you who are just tuning in, if it wasn't for SD I wouldn't get gifts for my birthday other than the $20 bucks Red's mom gives me. Red only works enough to keep himself in "smoke" but he did plan on spending his last $30 bucks on me, bless his heart. As for my family they don't do gifts, cards yes, gifts no. So this was a pleasant surprise. SD ended up giving me a new porn tape, a cool black t-shirt with skeletons in all kinds of sexual positions, cigars, a fifth of fancy vodka and two "fucking" hundred bucks! Then he takes us out for dinner, another thing us po folk don't do very often. What a fucking sweet day. It ended with us watching porn, me taking turns blowing SD and Red, Red and I having a cock fight in SD's mouth and then me blowing SD till he was drained.
I'm a whore when it comes to gifts...
So then Sunday rolls around and we had a planned date with this other poz guy whom I've had a crush on for about ten years. French and furry... just the way I like em. He shows up that afternoon and Red and I fucked the hell out of him. We took turns suckin him and fuckin his mouth and ass. It ended with him blowing on his chest while I blew up his sweet hot ass and Red blowing on his chest also. A great time was had by all...
I'm in much better spirits after this sex fest. I mean come on, how can't I be in better spirits, 3 threeways in 4 days, I'm indeed a happy dog. Again thanks to everyone for your words of encouragement on my last post. Luckily my down time is minimal but it tends to hit with a punch. But I am back on my feet or down on my knees for that matter.
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