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7:23PM - Monday August 2, 2004 We went to Coyote's, though we managed to miss our first bus and so had to travel down to the waterfront to catch a different one. Goddamn the tourists like those Tall Ships something fierce. After transferring onto our bus and travelling for maybe five minutes, here's our conversation: Kryptonite: Jeez, are we in New Brunswick yet? UberWench: Yes, actually. Kryptonite: Is there beer here? UberWench: No. They were bad and god took it away. Kryptonite: Whoa! They better shape up! That's harsh! A short time later... Kryptonite: You know, other people aren't as sarcastic as us. UberWench: Really? What do they do for fun? Kryptonite: Who knows? UberWench: When we get there, want to tell everyone we just had a terrible fight and look really grim? Kryptonite: That may be hard to keep up. UberWench: Yeah, I'd have a hard time staying grim around you. Beer and Sangria were drunk, this time in moderation by me though Kryptonite got a little toasty. Toasty enough that we had drunken sex for an hour when we got home and his cock was sorely chafed. Poor man. It's always the same side, so we're thinking it might actually be my outer labia ring that's irritating him. I'm going to take it out for his next visit and see how it goes. However, we've had plenty of sex on other weekends, been careful with the lube application, and had no problems. So, I blame the liquor dick and the prolonged bout of drunken sex. Still, he was a trooper and took it like a man the next morning. Heh. What a guy. I took pity on him Saturday night, anyway--we were tired, and he was sore, and so I left him alone. Saturday afternoon Butch joined us when we went to see I, Robot, which was a very fun film. It was much smarter than I thought it would be, and Will Smith was actually pretty good in the role. I liked it, even though I'm a die-hard Asimov fan and have been since the afe of twelve. Eee! I just remembered I have Sweet Factory Amaretto and chocolate swirl fudge in my purse! Eee! Ahem. Afterwards Kryptonite and I went for a walk in the Public Gardens, then went and had gelato at Dio Mio. Mmm... It was his first taste of gelato, and he picked mango for his flavour. We ended up getting a large and sharing, so we got mango for him, pumpkin pie for me, and blueberry sorbetto. I think he liked the blueberry best, and he says taht with repeat visits he's sure he'll find the magical gelato combination that will knock his socks off. While we were sitting there, he mentioned that it might have been nice to have the gelato in the public gardens, or maybe a picnic lunch or something. "Of course, we don't have that. I'm always full of bright ideas after the fact." Then we wandered down to the grocery store, decided that we wanted some nasty ass burritos for supper, got some pepperoni, cheese, and a ginger beer. On the way home we passed by the Casino: Kryptonite: Hey, the Casino. We should have gone there today. UberWench: Yeah! We should have, I like the Casino... Krytponite: ... UberWench: Almost as much as I love the Tall Ships! Kryptonite: Wow, you had me going there for a moment. UberWench: Burn! We ate some cheese and pepperoni and nearly had a nap, but then we got up and ate some supper and Butch invited us over to watch SWAT on digital cable. Over the course of the evening, he threw a tantrum just for her and she missed it. It was a two-fister, even! I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe and tears were rolling down my face. We're retarded. And also twelve years old. That fart joke is never going to get old. The silly continued when we went to bed--we were debating the merits of laying down and possibly having sex and then getitng up to brush teeth, etc. He decided that he should brush his teeth and get ready for bed, because then he wouldn't have to get up again. I'd pounced on top of him at this point, and so I politely let him up so he could go. He crawled off the bed, grabbed his toothbrush, then kind of half-collapsed on the rug. I laughed at him and then told him he was too slow and tackled him, and he proceeded to beat me off with his toothbrush. All the while we're laughing our asses off, I'm sure the Roomie must think we're nuts. Or twelve. We actually went to sleep, and woke up slightly crabby on Sunday morning, really squabbly for no good reason. However, we realized this and just laughed at ourselves because it was almost real fighting, not hte play fighting and breaking up we do all the time. He distracted me with sex, which, uh, always works. Heh. Here's my sex tip for the day: When dealing with a chafed cock, a mouth is nicer than a hand, and being selfish is a good thing. Take all the manual orgasms you can stand, make out a lot, suck his cock, make out some more and then climb on top and tease the life out of the man. Rub his cock along your pussy, letting it bump into your clit making you come some more, then let it slide in on its own. I swear, at that point it's ten strokes or less, which is good for his poor abused cock, and also cool for you because you've already had plenty of orgasms yourself. Works wonders. Of course, all this takes quite a lot of time, so make sure that you have the breakfast showering/eating routine down pat. Kryptonite was thinking of taking today off, and contemplating staying a little longer, but then decided that he needed some time to himself because he and a co-worker were going to Lunenburg for a few days this week. He's a man who likes his alone time. When asked what he was going to do, he said, "I'll probably just go home and miss you." Comment over here if you like.
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