Kim, Kumming Bi, then running away
My Philip K. Fantasy almost came true yesterday, when Kimothy rang the doorbell, 5:00-ish; I bade her go because the rice & sauce mix for our Chicken Helper needed to be thrown in the pot at the same instant. I almost invited her in; should've & just had her eat with us, or at least stick around for the 25 minutes it took to cook our cheesy chicken enchilada. I told her "back 5:00-6:00", but she never reappeared.
We started without her, & all my fantasies were Taylor Maid. Black chicks turn me on so bad. Trish came home from work all bubbly about her new friend, angry when I spilled some coffee grounds (we transferred from plastic to metal to give Trish a grease pan), then radiant when Kim rang at a bad time.
Before that, Car-girl & I went to the Food Bank to pick up our 2nd of the month. We had a referral on the first. Lots of goodies, including hamburger -- hence the argument. Fred came over around 1:20, & fixed the shower curtain (now I don't have to hear Trish whine about it), then played Light My Fire with me -- the notes to the intro aren't hard, but the rhythm's tricky.
Followed shortly by the return of the Bumble Bee Girl, then some visiting until time to start supper. Kim. Enthused, Trish laid off her cleaning chores, but nobody Kame. Finally took my Viagra at 8:30, lesbian portion of a porno-vid. Almost shot the orgasm-life during BJ, instead required an extra hour to climax.
I know how hard this is on Trish; the 2 hour erections that ultimately don't lead to climax. I'd really like to go off the Risperdal, & may have to if I start to show success as a writer -- the cheap stuff would be all I could afford.
So after over an hour trying for the Kingdom, I took my meds & settled in for the night. Woke up around 7:00, took my Abilify (another expensive one), & then tormented my electronic device.
When Trish took her Synthroid at 7:30, she complained of racing thoughts keeping her awake until 1:30. If this continues, I'll call down to Electric City & see about doing something with my wife's bipolar -- note that she went from fear & loathing of Kim to wanting to carry on. Sounds symptomatic, will be passed along as much as possible to the doctors.
As for Taylor; yeah, I want a black woman for a friend. I'm glad Trish met her, & we'll see what happens when we actually do meet.
We started without her, & all my fantasies were Taylor Maid. Black chicks turn me on so bad. Trish came home from work all bubbly about her new friend, angry when I spilled some coffee grounds (we transferred from plastic to metal to give Trish a grease pan), then radiant when Kim rang at a bad time.
Before that, Car-girl & I went to the Food Bank to pick up our 2nd of the month. We had a referral on the first. Lots of goodies, including hamburger -- hence the argument. Fred came over around 1:20, & fixed the shower curtain (now I don't have to hear Trish whine about it), then played Light My Fire with me -- the notes to the intro aren't hard, but the rhythm's tricky.
Followed shortly by the return of the Bumble Bee Girl, then some visiting until time to start supper. Kim. Enthused, Trish laid off her cleaning chores, but nobody Kame. Finally took my Viagra at 8:30, lesbian portion of a porno-vid. Almost shot the orgasm-life during BJ, instead required an extra hour to climax.
I know how hard this is on Trish; the 2 hour erections that ultimately don't lead to climax. I'd really like to go off the Risperdal, & may have to if I start to show success as a writer -- the cheap stuff would be all I could afford.
So after over an hour trying for the Kingdom, I took my meds & settled in for the night. Woke up around 7:00, took my Abilify (another expensive one), & then tormented my electronic device.
When Trish took her Synthroid at 7:30, she complained of racing thoughts keeping her awake until 1:30. If this continues, I'll call down to Electric City & see about doing something with my wife's bipolar -- note that she went from fear & loathing of Kim to wanting to carry on. Sounds symptomatic, will be passed along as much as possible to the doctors.
As for Taylor; yeah, I want a black woman for a friend. I'm glad Trish met her, & we'll see what happens when we actually do meet.
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