Sorry I've Been Away

Cover of The 33 Strategies of War

     It's been a long week of helping to take care of my friend with the brain tumor, on top of all the work I've been doing. A friend of mine gave me a book called "the 33 Strategies of War" by Robert Greene. It's part of Robert Greene's trilogy of book of strategies & rules; this one about war, one about power, & the last one concerning seduction (political & social, not sexual).

     These books are of the self help variety but are not your typical Tony Robbins psycho mumbo jumbo about inner peace & stuff. These books are more a kick in the ass & more reality based. So far, it's a great book & one where I find myself reading every paragraph 2 or 3 times in order to digest it all. That would explain why it's taking me forever to read it.
     My favorite passage so far (I'm only on strategy 5) is this one: "It can be valuable to analyze what went wrong in the past, but it is far more important to develop the capacity to think in the moment. In that way you will make far fewer mistakes to analyze.
     Think of the mind as a river: the faster it flows, the better it keeps up with the present & responds to change. The faster it flows, also the more it refreshes itself & the greater its energy. Obsessional thoughts, past experiences (whether traumas or successes), & preconcieved notions are like boulders or mud in this river, settling & hardening there & damming it up. The river stops moving; stagnation sets in. You must wage constant war on this tendancy in the mind.
     The first step is simply to be aware of the process & of the need to fight it. The second is to adopt a few tactics that might help you to restore the mind's flow."
     There's something to digest to a little while. Of course, I would've put it another way: JUST DO IT.

Carpe Diem

Most people sleepwalk through life. Like rats in a maze, they follow along a path trying to find cheese that never exists. I bring this up because a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine almost died, through no fault of her own. One minute she was fine. The next minute, she had massive headaches & started throwing up. She was taken to the hospital, where the doctors sent her to emergency surgery. It turns out, she had a tumor lodged in her brain that moved into the wrong spot.


Now, she didn’t know she had a tumor. After all, it’s not something that usually shows up in your regular physical. The bad news is that it’s in a part of the brain where they can’t completely get at it to take it out. The good news is that it’s noncancerous.

The doctors moved it back so that it won’t bother her & the prognosis looks good for a full recovery. However, think about it. One minute, you have your life in front of you. The next minute, you’re being rushed to possible life ending surgery. Think about what you would give at that moment to do things better in your life. Think about the dreams you would give anything to have a chance to fulfill. How would you live your life, if given a chance to live again?

Now, she’s been given the chance to find out. I hope she takes what’s happened to her as a sign to finally live her dreams. There are no do-overs in life but most people live their lives like there are. Most people are like rats in a maze. Don’t be. Never give up on your dreams. If you don’t like your situation, change it. If you think it’s too tough, it’s because you’re limiting yourself. Changing your situation takes guts.

Most people are slaves to their past. There’s nothing you can do to change your past so get over it. There’s only the present & the future. Only one of those is guaranteed & that’s the present. The future never is. Life is precious & every day is a gift. Use the gift wisely. Use every day wisely. Carpe diem. Seize the day.

College Town Mall: Another Man's Girl Part 1

     I admit it. I enjoy have sex with other guys' girls. I don't initiate it but when it's offered, I indulge. There's some sort of perverse pleasure of knowing that a woman wants you to fuck her because her man isn't taking care of business.
     The first time I knowingly had sex with another man's girl was with a woman named Dotty. She used to come into the store a lot. She was a short redhead with a really tight body. Sometimes she was with her man; sometimes, she wasn't. One time, we struck up a conversation about a movie that had opened up. I asked her if she wanted to go. Surprisingly, she said yes.
     We went to the movie, then came back to my place. We sat on the couch & started watching tv. Dotty put her head on my shoulder. That's when I knew it was time to make my move. I lifted her head up & stared into her eyes. My index finger traced a pattern on her lips. I moved in & gave her a long kiss. She didn't flinch at all. After a few minutes, I stood up, reached down, picked her up, & carried her to my bed.
     I laid her down on the bed & started removing her clothes. When I got to her panties, she whispered "we can't. I have a boyfriend". Now, in my brain I'm thinking "well, if your boyfriend were that important, you wouldn't have gone out tonight & you certainly wouldn't have let me get you undressed this much".
     I could've done the right thing, let her get up, & walk away. Instead, I continued taking off her panties, split her legs apart, & started licking & sucking her clit. Funny how she didn't worry about having a boyfriend at that point. I kept up my attack on her pussy, licking her pussy lips & sticking 2 fingers into her. I wanted to prep her pussy for my cock. She moaned & thrashed while I worked her like a technician. Her juices flowed as she screamed & bucked her way to an orgasm.
     I stood up & took off my clothes. Standing by the edge of the bed, I grabbed her legs, pulled her towards me, split her legs, & grabbed her ass. Lifting her hips, I positioned the head of my throbbing cock next to her pussy lips. Pulling her hips towards me, I guided my cock into her & started moving her hips back & forth on it. The blood rushed to her brain as her body was arched backwards.
     She was mine to play with. I didn't care if her boyfriend ever found out. At that moment, all I knew was that this girl was mine & if I did her right, her pussy would always be mine. Even if I never fucked her again, her pussy would be wet at the very thought of me. She'd always compare her lovers to me, no matter what. My ego took over with those thoughts. My mission was clear: to give her the most erotic fuck of her life.
     I fucked her in that position for a while. Then, I stopped momentarily & pulled out of her. I flipped her over onto her stomach, split her legs again, pulled her towards me, lifted her up, & pushed my cock back into her. Her blood was still rushing to her head, since I had her sloped downward yet again.
     After feeling her pussy muscles tighten as she came, I went into overdrive. I put her stomach first flat onto the bed, then arched her ass up. Putting one knee onto the bed, I split her legs yet again & guided my cock into her. Arching one of her legs to the side, I grabbed her hair & yanked her head backwards. Using that as my brace, I pumped her hard, with everything I had. Her screams became deafening. Her will was gone. Her body was putty in my hands. My cock imposed its will upon her pussy, making her cum time & time again.
     We fucked for a few hours. Then, she had to get home to her man. The next day, I went into work to see a note in my work box. It was from Dotty, saying that the evening was fun but that we could never do what we did again. I figured I'd never see her again. I figured wrong....