The Beautiful Kind

B Diddle’s take on our night at the pub…

I get the address and head that way after work. I am going to meet the Wild Woman after much poking and prodding via text over the World Wide Web. I have heard much about her and she about me.

I walk in to find TBK and WW facing me - they are so cute sitting on the same side of the table. I greet them with warmest regards and take a seat across the table. It is a nice dark pub where plenty of scandalous shit could go down. From the stories I’ve heard, it had a while back…

I am well aware that I am being felt up here.  Who am I?  What am I about?  Am I real?  My scotch blend arrives and we begin. We engage in some “get to know you” banter.

A couple of drinks in, I stand up and fill the space between them; a hand on TBK’s stool, a foot on Wild Woman’s. WW and I poke at each other a bit. All in good fun and I can feel a connection. Every once in a while she lets her Witching guard down.

She is as TBK has described her… absolutely stunning in all ways I have seen thus far. I can tell there is some devil inside of her. I play with TBK a bit, pushing her buttons, thus pushing Wild Woman’s. She is in Mother Mode now.

After a playful pat on the cheek of TBK, Mother seems a bit put off. Another round of drinks.

WW suggests I might switch to what she is drinking and I relinquish her that. I am thoroughly enjoying myself. The physical gestures begin to linger. She touches my arm and my hair. I touch her thigh, shoulder and hand. Things are loosening. I catch her eyes and keep them until she breaks the stare. I see a yearning in there.

I want to go in and get it.

TBK scurries off to the bathroom without warning. WW and I are standing now. She is as tall as I am it seems. She gets close and tells me that I can’t resist her. I infer that she is mistaken.

I pull her in and she comes to a crashing halt at my chest. We are nose to nose, eye to eye and she connects us at the lips. She leans back bit. Looks at me and then… she is gone.

They emerge from their time of rest and we walk outside. A meaningful salutation and all are off….

The Queen and the Red Witch disappear into the unwelcoming vagueness of quidam. I think to myself…

Come Again.

What, if anything (aside from condoms), do you take to dinner at your ex-wife’s house? This will be an interesting evening to say the least….

Here are a few of my favorite quotes from the trip:

“Yeah Baby I like it RAAAAAWWWW!!”-Me, frequently. (And annoyingly.) (Parenthetical statements are added by Beau.)

“Did you know that the Grand Canyon was created as part of the New Deal in 1933.”-Beau, as we walk up to the Grand Canyon for the first time on the trip.

“Holy Fucking Shit Bro!!!! That lady just wiped out right in front of you while you were on the phone and you didn’t even notice!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”- Me

“Let’s see who’s down with some DP!!” -Beau, as we leave the Hotel to walk the strip.

“I can cut this bread with my laser eyes…..my laser eyes…..my laser eyes…”-Me, when I couldn’t find a knife, in reference to one of the most ridiculous sounds that I have ever heard come out of the radio. Most Unfortunate Link

“I can walk up these stairs without my feet….without my feet….without my feet…”-Beau, referring to the same stupid song.

“I’ll kick your ass in two weeks.”- Beau, to me while he was dreaming evidently.

“I would like to see her “O” face.”- Me, in my head about every woman I saw.

“I would definitely show her my “O” face.”- Me, in my head, about every hot chick I saw.

“Show me your “O” face.” - Beau, to me when he was taking my picture.

“Hey, wanna be a finger puppet?”-Beau, about how we should attain some topics for the blog.

“Ahhh…sure”-Penn Gillette, (annoyed) after I asked him to take a picture of Beau and Myself. (The crowd around him laughed.)

“I hate to say it, but I’m starting to CARE about your finger puppets.  I want to protect them.” Beau - (to which he responded with excessive laughter.)

I do have a couple for more verses for the book of head that I need to get to. In fact, wait…..I am hearing something…..what’s that?…..A NEW chapter may be written this evening………..Praise Monster!!!!!…..Someone must be looking down on me…….or is that UP at me?

I am about 18.  Once again I find myself riding in a van, only this time it is a fifteen passenger.  I am in the second seat from the front.  It is early evening and the only two people awake aside from me are my friend (who is one seat ahead of me)  and the driver.  The three of us are talking a bit about Blue Grass because we are driving through Kentucky, on our way to Hazard County.  We even talk about Dukes of Hazard of course (look at them Girls with the Daisy Dukes on..).  The girl who is “sleeping” with her head in my lap underneath the blanket has gotten quite frisky.  My zipper starts to come down on my jean shorts.  She reaches in slowly and pulls my cock out.  It is a bit uncomfortable as it is against the zipper.  I ask about the tall structure out of the van window up ahead and to the right.  My two conversing buddies are distracted for a second and I stand up slightly leaning forward and take my shorts down a bit.  Now she has my cock in her mouth and is giving me head at a wonderfully slow pace.  I now have my knee up, tenting the blanket in the hopes of hiding the worship ensuing underneath.  The driver speaks of the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s a bit.  My friend mentions West Virginia.  I am thinking about how to cover the inevitable release…SHIT…Oh FUCK……I sneeze hard…twice..

The Driver says, “Bless you”.  After all, he was the Associate Pastor/Youth Minister.  I was on my way to serve the Community in Kentucky and West Virginia.  and how about that…I got served too!!!!

My daughter just turned two years old. One day she told me she was hungry while we were driving. I told her I was sorry I didn’t have anything for her to eat right now and that she would have to wait until we got home. “It won’t be long, and since you have taken your shoes off again, why don’t you eat your toes for now?” She tried it and laughed hysterically. Thus began the game of us telling each other to “Eat your toes”. It is a fun game although she is the only one who actually can get her toes into her mouth.

I was changing her diaper the other day and told her I was going to eat her toes. “No Daddy,” she said with an inviting smile and a grasp of her feet. I grabbed another diaper and placed it under her bare bum. I said, “Okay…..then I will eat your tummy.” I did and she laughed. “Eat My Toes,” she said. I did, more laughter. “Eat My Tummy,” I did and more laughter. “Eat My ‘Jina.” Game Over.

I am 17 riding in the back of a Ford Aerostar Van. The trip will take approximately two hours. She is 17, redhead, small tits, dayglow bush and a virgin. We are sitting in the back seat of two bench seats. It is dark and the occasional headlights doppler by offering brief spits of illumination. She lays down with her head in my lap. The driver and I are talking about my schooling, his job and I am bullshitting with him about sports. He likes sports and I don’t care much for them aside from soccer. The three of us had just been to a college basketball game. She rubs my dick as the conversation continues. It is a shark swimming just under the surface. I feel the heat of her breath through my shorts as I am starting to reach concrete status. She lifts my shorts up and makes love to my cock with her mouth. She has gotten so good at sucking dick. When I met her she had nothing going on. Her pussy had only been touched once, and not very well. She was really eager to please and learn, so I gave her constant feedback when I could. She didn’t need that feedback anymore. Her saliva was extremely slick and thick. It reminded me of the slime that results when Okra is not prepared properly. The driver asks if she is asleep and I say yes. He begins speaking of his time in Vietnam and I relate to him by explaining my Grandfather’s status as a World War II veteran. I look down occasionally when the cars are rushing past to catch glimpses of her working me over. God she loves my cock. Here I go.. how am I going to deal with this???? I turn my head to the side and cough into my fist a few times while I explode down her throat. I pardon myself to the driver as he was in mid sentence when I erupted. He and I continue the conversation for a few more minutes and then it trails off. My cock is wet..

Our chauffeur that evening was her father.

Yours in Sweet Reverie,

B Diddle

Here is a snipit from an email I sent to TBK. She had wondered about a running theme of pain in a number of songs and lyrics I sent her…

……………..the pain thing is definitely a running theme. I have probably felt more pain in the last 7 months than I can ever remember feeling. [Beau] wonders if I am self medicating with the whiskey. I think the end of the semester stress is certainly getting to me. This year has been nuts and one I will never forget. The good and the bad. New people and old. You and them. Me and her. Them and Me. You and I. Transitions, stagnation, deception, realizations… Love..Loss…Lust.. Music has been my Jesus Christ a lot of time. I look to it and know that I am not alone in how I feel, and I am often reassured that what I have felt doesn’t stand up to what a lot of people have gone through in their lives. The long and short of it is. I LOVE LIFE and LIVING. Regardless of what I am faced with. Like I said before. I like to wink at the past and look to the future. Of course I have to wallow around with the past sometimes, but I try my best not to dwell. I have been able to deal with the pain pretty effectively and for the most part don’t actively feel it. But I do remember it and sometimes enjoy doing so…………..

Thank you for reading me while Beau was gallivanting in the Orient. He has some great stories to tell……and I will be around..

Lovin’ It!!!!!

B Diddle

I don’t know about you, but music is an integral part of my life. From listening, discovering, performing, composing and teaching I have learned a number of things. Today I speak of the therapeutic, comforting and portal aspects of music. There are a few songs that I listened to on many a night from October-February that caused me everything from anger to comfort; pain to relief; a singing rage to silent reverie. This is the first time that I created a playlist on my iPod for pure and selfish emotional stimulation. The playlist is titled “Letting Go” and here it is:

A Change is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke

Scars by Papa Roach

Drops of Jupiter by Train

Round Here by Counting Crows

I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco

Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

I Go Back by Kenny Chesney

Angel by Sarah McLachlan

How To Save A Life by The Fray

Harder To Breathe by Maroon 5

Here’s A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares) by Travis Tritt

Thanks For The Memories by Fall Out Boy

Live Like You Were Dyin’ by Tim McGraw

Used To Love You by John Legend

Liar by Profyle

So Sick by Ne-Yo

My Little Girl by Tim McGraw

Creep by Stone Temple Pilots

Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle

A Long December by Counting Crows

Rooster by Alice in Chains

A Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams

Don’t Take The Girl by Tim McGraw

Fire and Rain by James Taylor

Photographs and Memories by Jim Croce

Lullabye by Billy Joel

I still have the playlist and the songs mean a lot to me. They were with me all of the time and will stay with me forever. I have started compiling a much larger list of some of my all time favorites. I can’t begin to think of a top five, right now it is up to 88. I have started sharing some music with TBK and it has been very rewarding for the both of us. I am so happy that I now have the chance to share some of this with you.

Thoughts?? Additions?? Questions??

We talk for a bit. We talk about what turns us on and our fantasies. I get her some water and she starts grabbing my cock. It is not fully hard, just heavy dick at this point. She mounts me and starts pulling at my jeans. Once again I notice how great she looks. It is a nice night and the couple of windows that are open are illuminating her perfectly. She falls down on me and kisses my neck. Still pulling at my pants, she notices that I am not helping her with them. She asks why and I tell her again that I am not going to fuck her tonight. She is totally confused as to why I won’t have sex with her. It seems clear that she is quite perplexed and even slightly offended by my stance. I can feel her heat as she rubs up and down my dick.

Shes gets a little pissy with me and says, “Okay, why don’t you want to fuck me?!?!?!” I look at her and tell her that it’s not that I don’t WANT to, I am just not going to. I don’t give her a reason and she says, “Well that’s just fucking weird.”

I explained my perception of the difference between weird and not normal and then say, “but I AM getting ready to make you cum again.” I toss her off, get behind her and pull her vertical. I place my right hand around her neck and my left snakes around to her pubic bone. I pull her so close it feels like she is going to pass through me. I thrust my dick into her ass and pull her head back exposing her neck and shoulder to my mouth. I suck her neck just below the jaw line. I sway her clit slowly back and forth with just enough pressure to feel it flop out at the end of each pass. I force her face to the ceiling and take as much of her neck into my mouth as possible. I increase the hand speed and begin to feel her pulse. I insert my fingers slowly and keep pressure on her clit with muscle at the base of my thumb. She grabs my hand and pushes it deeper and it goes a bit further than she expected. She moans loudly. I continue manipulating her until she erupts. She quivers, shakes and screams my name. After a few more slow strokes she grabs my forearm with both hands tightly and tries to pull it away from her pussy. I take my fingers out of her but I don’t move my arm. I whisper in her ear, “Relax”. She does and I lay her down. We lay without word for what seems like ten minutes. She whispers, “Well, I guess that is one benefit of having big hands.”

I think we slept for an hour or so. The sun is coming up and the birds sing to us. She finds my dick with her thigh and rubs slowly. We start talking a bit about music and how it has been therapeutic for both of us through some rough times. She is flat on her back and I am laying beside her. Her breasts are naturally beautiful. I include them more and more in my caress, which is now spanning from just above her knee to her eyes. She mentions something about needing a “boob job” and I disagree with her. I start talk about my disinterest in fake tits, but then decide to convince her another way. I add that she might lose some sensation in them.

“You might not be able to feel this as much.” I take her nipple into my mouth, gently turning it with my tongue. “That would be terrible because I love it when my tits are kissed and sucked.” she says. I treat both of them with equal time. I love the sides of breasts as well and so does she. It seems that they got exponentially more sensitive as I went on. Her nipples are rock hard. My hand finds her pussy again and she is so wet. I turn her over. She loves it from behind.

I give her one good smack on her ass. “Do it again.” she whispers. “Say please.” “Please.” I do it again….and again….and again. I show her hand to her pussy. This time she fucks herself and I spank her into oblivion. She cums hard and long. I tell her that I have to start getting ready for work. “Can I just lay here and recover until you have to leave?” “Of Course.” I take a shower, return some phone calls, check my email and get dressed. I get her up, watch her get dressed and we say our goodbyes. I wonder what it will take to hear her new safe word……………………….

A woman and I have been talking off an on for a while. Lately she has been sending the “you can fuck me whenever you want signals,” so I had her over…

We sit down on the couch and she scrolls through my music collection (my computer is hooked up through the TV). She is amazed at the scope of my collection. We have some drinks and play some familiar tunes. We have a nice time chatting and I begin to notice her hands staying on me longer. She would touch me (thigh, arm, back,etc.) early on to accompany her laughter, but after about twenty minutes her hands would stay. They were cold. I took them in mine under the pretense of warming them up.

After a jaunt to the kitchen for refills, I came back and she was laying on the couch with her legs invitingly spread. She beckoned me to lay in between them and I obliged. Nice tits. She stroked my hair for a bit and we chatted some more. We kissed a couple of times and switched positions. Now she was laying across my lap with her chest to my thighs. I moved her shirt up slightly to reveal the small of her back and the top of her G-string protruding from her jeans. I circled around her back with my fingers, into the top of her pants, then up her back to her shoulders for a while. Alternating between the lightest of touches and a good amount of pressure.

Then out of nowhere, she jumps up, strips from the waist down and is back in the same position, only now her ass is up in the air. The circumference of my exploratory finger circles get wider and wider until I feel the heat of her pussy every so often. I notice her leaning toward my hand every time I get close to it. I go one knuckle in and she pushes for two. I have my left hand by her face and neck. I squeeze her neck a bit and she gasps. I am two fingers full knuckle fucking her now and she is sucking the shit out of my other fingers. She sits up and says….”Okay. Let’s go to bed.”

I stop in the kitchen for a refill. When I get to the bed (King Size) I see her back is inviting me to spoon. She is lit by the light in the hall and looks amazing. I lay down with her and match her contour. I place my left hand on her bare hip and my right arm extends under her head, cradling her cheek on my bicep. We small talk a bit, all the while she keeps pressing back against my now rock hard dick. I am still fully clothed and she is naked. I can feel the heat of her through my pants as she forces into me.

She asks if I have condoms. “Yes but that doesn’t matter because I am not going to fuck you tonight.”

I push her on to her stomach and her ass raises like a garage door. I slam my fingers into her. She moans loudly and practically sits on my hand. I force her back down with a hard thrust and her neck falls into my other hand. I squeeze it and she gasps. My hand covers her her throat from ear to ear. She likes the pressure around her neck and I turn her head side to side at will. She screams my name and cums hard. After a couple of minutes I check with her to see if she is okay, “Fucking Amazing” she says. She goes on to explain that no one has ever figured out that she likes to be restrained and manhandled as quickly as I did. I ask her if she has a safe word. She doesn’t, so I give her one. She asks is she will need it and I told her she might.

To be continued…..

Here is something that I wrote on New Year’s Eve of last year:

I have read some great writing by way of blogs this year. I am by no means suggesting that this one will come close or be in the least bit interesting to you. But here goes…

September- Suspicions Arise, Truth Surfaces, Disappointment, Disrespected, Betrayal, How can I recover from this???, The story doesn’t make sense, My children, Commitment

October- Counseling, Guilt, Revelation?, Self Blame, My Children, Self Loathing, Depression, Happiness, Hope, My Children, How can I fix this?, Disrespected, Offense, Lawyer

November- Moving Forward, Looking Ahead, My Children, Dealing with lack of rational thought presented as an argument to stated facts. The situation makes no sense.

December- Holding her accountable. Realization has fully set in that this is not my fault. I have done nothing to deserve this. I have been and currently am a good person, friend, man, musician, confidant, son, brother, uncle and most of all a great father.

Happy New Year…….. I am looking forward to positive change and a new sense of direction.

If hind sight is 20/20, I feel like I can see into the future!!!! So many things have become clear to me now. I certainly don’t want to bore you with all of the ins and outs of this process, but there are a few things that I share with people that seem to paint the picture pretty well.

1. I filed in mid-October. I had struggled with when to serve her for a number of reasons. At the time her mother was in town for three weeks (which was another totally fucked up situation) and her dad was coming for the last week of that (which certainly added to the fucked-up-ed-ness), so I wasn’t sure if it would be best to serve her after her support group left or before. I was still worrying about how to be the “nice” guy I guess.

So one evening, she wanted to go out and discuss some stuff. We put the kids to bed and headed out to a local sit. Right after we sat down, she pulls out a large yellow note pad and begins to tell me what we need to get figured out. She starts telling me what our options are, how this divorce thing works, what needs to be done right away, etc. She says that she has seen a lawyer and it is clear that she aims to edify me. So about ten minutes in to her speech, when she is in all of her glory, I interrupt her, “Well that’s not how it’s written.” She says all knowingly, “Written where?”…………..”In the divorce papers [bitch], I filed two weeks ago.” Silence, followed by the sound of sails falling to the deck as the wind has been taken from them.

The only response she made that I thought was a little out of the ordinary and warrants a mention here…”I wish you would have told me you were filing for divorce”.

2. Here is a transcription of a conversation that occurred about two weeks into the splitting-up-of-ten-years-of-shit process:

SW- Are you going to keep the ceiling fan?

BD- I haven’t really thought about that.

SW- Well we spent a lot of money on it.

BD- It is bolted to the house. It is the light in the bedroom that happens to have a fan on it.

SW- Well, we spent a lot of money on it.

BD- Are you saying you want to take the ceiling fan?

SW- Well, if you’re gonna keep the ceiling fan; then I’ll take the laundry basket.

3. One morning in January, after she had gone out dancing again, I woke up at about three o’CLOCK to her tugging on my COCK.

4. I got this text about three weeks before she was set to move out: Still want to go through with this? There are so many things wrong with a question like this coming to you in a text message!!!! If you mean a question like this, truly mean it and ask me while looking at me. My response…Yes.

5. We had sex every night for that last week and a half she was in the house. She came every time but only cried twice. I was proud of her.

Wow this has gotten long and holy fuck I could write a lot more. I am calling it quits for now, after all I am only a guest Blogger here (They are doing fine in China by the way) and I don’t want to over stay my welcome.

I am in a much better place in my life now. I feel liberated. Of course the change has been stressful but the most important thing is that the kids are adjusting well. We have such a great time when they are with me!!! Thanks for reading and I look forward to any thoughts you have!!

OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT!!!!! I was at a wedding recenlty. A woman, whom I hadn’t seen in years, came up to me and gave me a hug. She inquired about my family. I told her the kids were great but, I didn’t have a wife anymore. She said Oh what happened?!?! “She died.” I let her gasp, cover her mouth and apologize profusely for a few seconds and then told her that I was kidding. When I relayed this story to someone the next day, they said “Oh My God you killed her!!!!!!!”

I am Axel Rose.

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