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[Cthulhu1138]

You two have a lovely day together.

You are forgetting my mother in law, who is visiting us for the week.

I really enjoy her company, but it can be tough adjusting to house guests.

I always need help with the leftovers!

Happy Thanksgiving to all the lovely folks on this thread!

I will see what I can do about coming by for a snack.


I hope that you all have a fantastic, restful Thanksgiving!

(I am thankful that y'all stopped by to spend your time with me)

 

[Deeannamontana]

Agree!

Oh my oh my!!!! Mmmmmm....very nice. Thank you very much!!!! But I do have to agree with Sassy on this....you look wonderful in uniform but you look even better out of uniform. I love to see your uniform nicely folded over a chair and you in my bed. Just saying.

I have to agree with this comment!
Gorgeous pics!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Thank you!

Such high praise from such a sexy, popular girl!

I will make no promises, but I may try to honor that pic request (it may very well be beyond my skill levels but I want to give the ladies what they want).

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Growing season

This is not the post that intended to write, nor the photo I originally intended to share.

The pic is of something little, so small you might miss it, but still remarkable, still a thing of wonder.

This summer I killed a plant I bought by giving it too much attention, so I stopped paying attention to another for fear of another premature death.

Thankfully, all that occurred were some brown, shriveled fronds, and tonight, looking over the damp soil I saw new growth that made my heart sore.

In this time of long, dark nights and so many things coming to an end, it was a sublime joy to see new life rising through to take its place in the world.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

End Of Days

Today was our last day of tours. We canceled them early due to the mist which turned to rain which turned to snow and the winds which turned from a gentle breeze to half a gale roaring out of the north.

We broke down the boat as best we could and put away the gear we used on the dock. We put her in her winter berth and scrambled about in the rain setting lines for months of disuse

My gloves are soaked through and my fingers are soaked through to the bone and have been caked in dirt and leaves and muck. My boots and socks are soaked from standing in the rain.

I feel chilled all the way through and long for nothing more than a hot shower and to don some warm wool clothes.

On my bike ride home I could feel my ears burning from finally feeling warm under my muffs.

My fingers, for so long dull and aching no burn as blood and warmth returns to them.

My head still feels muddled, sad at the end of the season, anxious about the winter, stuffy and cold from being outside for hours.

I feel like the bell on my bicycle that I tried to use a few minutes ago.

After sitting in the rain, it barely rings at all; just a full, cold ding in the damp night.

 

[MadameSarcasm]

Sounds like an excellent night for a bowl of beef bourguignon, crusty bread hot from the oven and a glass of red wine to open up your capillaries and welcome you back home (after you shower, of course.) Bonus points for a roaring fire and an affectionate lady on your lap to make sure you get warm all the way through!

I used to live about 90 minutes west of Chicago. I remember those abrupt transitions from fall to winter all too well. Shudder!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I heartily will accept any and all of those things!!

When can you bring them by?!
I had a tasty curry pot pie and a gulp of leftover wine, and my dogger is snuggled against me, so I had a version of those delicious items.


I am now left wondering why so many amazing women keep moving away from Chicagoland and why I was not lucky to meet them when they lived so close...

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

You need a long bath...and don't get skimpy on the water or temp! You need a soak to warm yourself up properly. Have a cup of tea while you wait for dinner. Baby yourself a bit tonight, sweetie. Ya need and deserve it.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

You need a long bath...and don't get skimpy on the water or temp! You need a soak to warm yourself up properly. Have a cup of tea while you wait for dinner. Baby yourself a bit tonight, sweetie. Ya need and deserve it.

I have taken one bath in the past eight years. I rarely have the patience to run a bath, let alone lie in it.

As for tea, I will take some warm cider (preferably with a healthy helping of rum) instead.

In fact, rum sounds like a wonderful idea....

(Thank you my beautiful, kind friend)

 

[MadameSarcasm]

At Maison d'MadameSarcasm, we specialize in catering to gentlemen with discerning palates. Whether you wish to try our boeuf bourguignon, coq au vin or a rustic quiche, we can certainly find a tempting morsel or two to bring a smile to your lips and a satisfied glow to your face.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I am a bit surprised to find that this is a French restaurant, although the "Madame" moniker should have been a clue.

I do love boef bourguinon, and who does not like chicken?

I will pass on the quiche and see if a special order o lamb and mushroom hand pies could be arranged, for a modest fee.

As for the tasty morsels gracing my lips and having a satisfied glow, well I now have several delicious thoughts that involve fun activities in and outside of the kitchen...

 

[Sugartitties]

Looking good, ol’ Friend. I miss our talks.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Looking good, ol’ Friend. I miss our talks.

Hello my beautiful, sexy, wonderful friend!

I miss our conversations too.

I figured that you were too busy being deliriously happy to chat(something with which I have not problem, since I want you happy).

I hope that you are well.

 

[talikat]

This is not the post that intended to write, nor the photo I originally intended to share.

The pic is of something little, so small you might miss it, but still remarkable, still a thing of wonder.

This summer I killed a plant I bought by giving it too much attention, so I stopped paying attention to another for fear of another premature death.

Thankfully, all that occurred were some brown, shriveled fronds, and tonight, looking over the damp soil I saw new growth that made my heart sore.

In this time of long, dark nights and so many things coming to an end, it was a sublime joy to see new life rising through to take its place in the world.

I love when plants fight their way back, great shot!

Today was our last day of tours. We canceled them early due to the mist which turned to rain which turned to snow and the winds which turned from a gentle breeze to half a gale roaring out of the north.

We broke down the boat as best we could and put away the gear we used on the dock. We put her in her winter berth and scrambled about in the rain setting lines for months of disuse

My gloves are soaked through and my fingers are soaked through to the bone and have been caked in dirt and leaves and muck. My boots and socks are soaked from standing in the rain.

I feel chilled all the way through and long for nothing more than a hot shower and to don some warm wool clothes.

On my bike ride home I could feel my ears burning from finally feeling warm under my muffs.

My fingers, for so long dull and aching no burn as blood and warmth returns to them.

My head still feels muddled, sad at the end of the season, anxious about the winter, stuffy and cold from being outside for hours.

I feel like the bell on my bicycle that I tried to use a few minutes ago.

After sitting in the rain, it barely rings at all; just a full, cold ding in the damp night.

I personally love winter, it's good snuggle weather! Need a warm up?

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I love when plants fight their way back, great shot!

Part of me wonders if, given when he was replanted and brought home if he thinks this is spring time (which would be fantastic!) or if it simply a function of providing the water and attention he needs.

I personally love winter, it's good snuggle weather! Need a warm up?

I would absolutely LOVE spending the day snuggling with you! What time are you coming over?!

 

[MadameSarcasm]

Um, another member of the harem would like a snuggle when you two are done.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Um, another member of the harem would like a snuggle when you two are done.

My dear Madame, I would happily snuggle with you!

However, I must correct you that I have no "harem," and have no intention of having one.

As much as I enjoy the notion of bondage, keeping one woman or several locked away is not something I want. At least, not unless we are having some fun.

Now, if all the wonderful women who are fans of my thread want to get together in a nice big snuggly pile or form a respectful, orderly line next to my couch, I have no issue with that.

 

[MadameSarcasm]

It's also possible that we could lock you away for our pleasure! The ladies on this thread seem to be an independent and hedonistic bunch.

Ponder that, sailor!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

That would be a risk I would be willing to take meeting you all en masse.

So long as there would bathroom breaks and a decent meal plan, I am confident enough in myself that sexual incarceration would not be entirely unappealing.

Sailors have lots of time to ponder. That is why we tell such fantastic stories (and think that manatees look like mermaids).

 

[Cthulhu1138]

It seems only right to offer the classic "pondering" position today.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

A short treatise on charm

So I have two friends visiting from out of town. One of them is getting married in a month and a small group of us will spend Saturday celebrating that (and him, and our good fortune to be his friend). My wife admonished me not to come home raucously drunk, convinced that I am more charming and clever than I really am.

My charm and wit have always been my weapon of choice, a defense against bullies and heart break.

I feel flattereded when someone calls me "clever." I cringe when people call me 'sweet.'

Maybe I am

And the reason I chafe at that, the reason being 'sweet' is so distasteful to me, is that it reminds me of being a dumb boy chasing after girls, shambling along with my notions of courtly love, aping the words of writers in a fatuous attempt to win the girl


Because once I thought that I was a nice guy, and that being nice would eventually count for something, like part of some mean girl loyalty program, as if my acts were some form of currency to be traded for love, affection, attention.

And that is simply not true, and I understand now that it is good that it is not true.

Being "nice" is just as coercive as being the bad boy or using fraud/deceit/strength to overpower a woman.

I have also learned that I am not a nice person.

Being sweet means disingenuous to me.

I do not wish to be a liar.

I also do not wish to be a sap.

Perhaps that is why I would prefer to be charming but not sweet. In the same way that I prefer to be angry versus sad or enraged instead of afraid. I see the former as an active thing, something which I control.

 

[MadameSarcasm]

That's an interesting perspective. Most people would claim that rage is something that cannot be controlled.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Those people have never met Dr. Bruce Banner.

They have never met me.



I have rage on demand.


Not a useful skill but one that I seem to possess nonetheless.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

All that we leave behind


The party is over. Most of us are in a stupor from staying up too late and over indulging in one thing or another.

I'm alone in the house with my thoughts.



With my friends staying here I thought about all the things we have shoved into spaces so it's easier to clean, all the things that we've inherited from people to which we cling for sentimental value we would for emotional attachment. As the days grow shorter and the nights get longer I think about all of the possessions we have and whether we need to keep them or not.


As I reflect upon all the things that I have kept I can't help but wonder, did she keep the shoes? Did she keep the little corset or is that trash now too? How long ago were the stockings destroyed or simply thrown out?

What, if anything remains of what once was ....

And I realize that it does not matter, which may be the happiest reflection of all.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Therapeutic Discomfort


Jogging sucks.
It makes every sore, and it hurts nearly the entire time I do it

Jogging helps.
It strengthens every muscle I have, burns calories, and improves my cardiovascular function.

Yesterday, after finally getting home and bidding farewell to all my friends who came out to celebrate our friend's impending nuptials, I got on the treadmill.

I ran for 4 miles, watching a stupid sci-fi movie and letting my mind wander, letting go of the annoyance of being the leader of a pack of men, of dealing with my difficult friend, my angry friend, and my very very picky friend who tends to act like a man child.

I ran and kept running, working off the beer and the rich food, the frustrations I had.

The soreness actually felt good, the pain felt good, sweating felt good.

When I stopped I felt as though I had accomplished something, even if it was simply addressing all the transgressions of 3 days spent being foolish.



I thought back to when I was younger and more fit and much more angry. I remember when I started jogging in college because I realized that just throwing my fists around on the dance floor or in a dark room with loud music wasn't really going to cut it. So I would put on jogging shoes and a pair of jogging shorts and I would run as hard and fast as I could down the middle of the street.

With my lungs feeling like they were exploding and my calves and thighs on fire I would push as hard as I could from one lamp post to the next. I never threw up from a jogging but I definitely felt ill afterwards.

I felt hot, and spent, and exhausted. But it helped
We get to sleep at night, it helped me avoid fights, it cleared my mind.

They say you cannot outrun your problems ( and that includes a bad diet).
But it definitely is therapeutic to try.