Well, in just a few short weeks, I will become a married man. I say that with excitement and lots of anticipation as to what my life will become with Songbird. I know that I should not have too many expectations as far as how our marriage should be, but more to the point, of how we want to live together. We want children. Neither of us are Spring Chickens, so we’re going to get to work on that right a way. We want to own our own business in the next couple of years. We want to buy a house, but here in California, we’ll be lucky to buy a shoebox.


We’ve lived together since 2002, and over those four years, we’ve both have made lots of adjustments, mainly in the area of respect. This, I believe, is the key to a long, prospers, life with anyone. There will be the occasional “carbuncle” along the way, but as long as you respect each other, there should be no reason why the two of us cannot over come any obstacle. There will be those who will give there armchair advise from time to time, there is not doubt about that. We’ve both have been guilty of dishing dime store psychiatric therapy to friends in exchange for juicy gossip, laughter, but mainly reassurance that we both are better off together; as long as we do not commit the same faux pas as those we counsel for free.


Now, from time to time, we both put our well-educated minds together and decipher our daily challenges to reach the desired out come that we both have pre-agreed upon. Simple right? Not always. First, have to agree upon what it is that we want to achieve. We both look at the grand picture and see how we both benefit from it as a whole. Mind you, before you climb to the top of the mountain, you have to have a plan on how to get down. That is, how doe we get to point B from point A with out stepping ins shit, or as little as possible. Notice that I said to point B first. You have to have a goal in sight. Work you way backwards if you have to. You know that the book ends like this, and that it starts like this, so now fill in the rest and enjoy the ride. What ever is left over is truly the icing on the cake. So what does this have to do with our love life, now that Songbird had glance at my bolg? Everything.


Without the Songbird, there would be very little to write, nor read about. I would generally live a very simple and somewhat sexless life. Perhaps a few more erotic stories would be born of masturbation fantasies, but that would be all. She had approved of my entries into this cyber-log (well she hasn’t read all of them yet), but respects that I only write about our love life. I do not intend to walk off the path of monogamy ever. I know that temptations, should they present themselves, are always present; but I saw what that did to my parents, and to my father. I do not intend to end up like that, and with respect in my pocket, I will, focus on the word, WILL, stay true to the marriage vows. It’s about respect. I respect my world and hers too much to fuck it all up. When all you have to loose is your love, and respect of that person, it’s too much.


I’d had asked Songbird to read of few of everyone else’s blogs. She enjoyed the fact that people have a forum to share thought, experiences, and lend a drop of advice. She even enjoyed some of the pictures that people have posted. Noting that not all of them are as graphic as some of the adult movies that we’ve watched, but teasing enough to create enough interest in reading the post. I know that the Songbird is a rather private person when it comes to matters of the flesh. She tends to have a hard time, unlike myself, discussing what occurs between the sheets with her girlfriends. I guess for some women it is a bit awkward to talk about your husband’s deficiencies or lack of imagination when it comes to…sex. But when you don’t ask for something, you might not get it. It’s good to compare notes, tricks, likes and dislikes. What might work for you, doesn’t always work for someone else. I understand that she doesn’t like to talk about her sexuality, but if it means more personal pleasure, wouldn’t you try? I have to let her explore that issue on her own. I encourage her to try new things, to let her release her inhibitions in a safe environment, such as our bedroom. I enjoy it when she does. When she starts to say things during sex. Like the other day when she left her garter belt and stocking on during sex. Or when I ask her if she is a “dirty girl” or if she is a “sluty little thing”. It just gets me worked up and I just loose myself in the moment and fuck her as hard and as fast as I can.


I want to encourage her to start her own blog where she can post her questions and desires as we all do. I’ve showed her some of the comments that you all have left on my posts. Encouraging comments from people I’ve never met, face to face, but have one common goal in this cyber-world; the fulfillment of self. Feeling good about what you do and how you do it, with out offending anyone, solely for the entertainment value of ones self esteem and pleasure. If that means posting pictures of one’s body, then so be it. This is perhaps the best place to explore areas of your mind, body and soul that you would never expose to the real world. As long as you respect yourself and those around you.


With that said I hope that Songbird understands that I do not want to her to think that posting pictures of her or myself in states of undress or in compromising positions is away to damage her self worth, but rather to express what most of you express. Your inner selves, and respecting that everyone wants to be seen for who they are. I doubt that Songbird will allow me to take faceless photos of her body, and I respect that. I hope she will find the encouragement some day to at least try it.

Shopping

First of all, that you all for the kind words. It's been a tough few months. I was surprised and happy that the Songbird posted a comment. More on that later.

She called me the other day and told me that I had to go shopping with her when she got home from work.

FUCK! Just what I needed. My feet hurt already and I really just want to sit and do fuck-all.

"Well we have to go to Fredrick's and find a bra for the wedding."

Funny how things change in a matter of a few heart beats. I was a giddy as a kid in...well as giddy as a kid in a lingerie shop. Then this came over the phone; "And if you’re a good boy, I might get a little extra something for later."

Later, later. What about right now, right now.

Needless to say that she didn't quite find what she needed for the wedding, but did pick up a sexy garter belt, which she later modeled for me with some black stockings. Nothing else. Well that was all I needed to get rock hard, and jumped her right there in our bedroom. Somehow she got wet quicker that usual meaning that I needed no help in slipping my red-hot cock inside her. I was one of the best fuck sessions in a long time. I hope that garter belt shows up on our honeymoon.

Eternal Love.

I found what true, long lasting love was the other day. I finally understand what the true essence of a marriage is about. I saw it. The joy and heartache that comes along with it, and the lasting legacy it leaves behind.

As some of you know that this past December, I lost my father. A few days ago, I lost a dear Aunt. She was my favorite of all my aunts. Kindhearted. Warm. Happy. Caring. Loving and whole heartily genuine. Never did I feel as close to someone other than my own mother, sister and the Songbird, than I did with her. Never did I ever such and outpouring of love than when I was around her. She passed in her sleep at her daughters’ home. They came up from Mexico to visit my cousin and her family for Easter.

My mother told me that when she saw my uncle, he was devastated. He kept saying, “Why did she leave me. How could she have done this? I am supposed to go before her. I loved her so much. She could have survived with out me. I can’t live with out her. She was my whole life”. When I heard that my heart went back to the day I received the news of my father. My uncle loved her so much, that when my mother, cousin and he went to funeral home to make arrangements he took her wedding ring and placed it on his finger. He did not want to leave her side. There is a funny side to this tragedy, like any Shakespearian play. The trouble is in how they where going to transport my aunt’s body back to Mexico. My uncle had already purchased a family plot years ago, so there was a place to for her to rest eternally. The funeral home, which she was at, could not transport her back home. They told my uncle they could only go as far as the U.S. border. My mother asked what else could be done, to which the young lady said, “Well, we could put her in a cardboard box and he can drive her back him self.” She was serious. She was not joking. To which my uncle said (in Spanish)”That’s fine. She could fit in the van. I’m sure that she wouldn’t want to ride with strangers”.

He is a simple man. To this comment I began to laugh, which soon turned to tears for my aunt and uncle. He loved her so much that he was willing to drive her back to Mexico himself. He didn’t want her to ride with strangers. He wanted to make sure that she was still by his side. Granted, he was in a state of shock. The love of his life, the woman he married only after knowing her less than a month. She was gone.

The Songbird came to me after my mother told me of the days events. We sat alone on the patio of my mothers’ house. I recounted to her the events, to which I made her a deal. I would quit smoking, get back to running, and get healthy so I could live a long and loving life with her. I now understand what true love is, and I have it.
I love her so much that I too would say yes to a cardboard box and drive her home with me, so that she could be by my side. We both cried.

So today I’ve decided to share this blog with her so she could see again that there is nothing in this world that means more to me than she does. My heart has gone through so much these past few months, and she had been there every step of the way. I could not have asked for a better partner in life than her. My eternal love.

You Tube.

I came across this site the other day. Much like photobucket, YouTube lets you post videos insted of pictures.

You know me, I did a search for stockings and found this very sexy set from a women named Monica Corrigan. You never see her face, but do see her legs in some very hot nylons. Give it a peek!

Use soap.

My mother-in-law-to-be is in town this weekend. You would think that this would put the kibosh on the weekend sex fest. Think again.

After getting up, making coffee, watching the news, Songbird and I decided to take a shower and get the day going. Her mom was already done with hers and enjoying the ocean breeze. Into the shower we go, and into her pussy I plunged. Something about stand-up-shower-sex gets the Songbird's pussy really wet. I never have to use any lube. Just plunge right in.

It was a quickie. Enough to make her pant and whimper a bit before I pulled out and sprayed
her pussy with my cum.

Good thing we have lots of soap...

What's your name little girl?

What do you like for me to call you? What name do you like to hear come from my soul when I am fucking you. When I'm behind you, driving my cock in and out of your pussy. Grabbing hold of your hips as if my life depended on it, what do you want me to call you?

You like it when I call you a dirty girl?




You like it when I call your a dirty slut?

What about my dirty little slut? Are you my fuck toy? Answer me between your yelps and moans of passion. You like it when I fuck you like a little slut, or like the dirty little whore that is in every women.

Tell me how thick my cock is inside your sluttly little cunt. With every thrust I can feel it getting wetter. Faster. Harder. Deeper. You like that my little dirty slut.

What do you want me to call you?

Lose control

I want you to put on your garter belts and stockings. Your red push up bra and stand in front of me. Walk over to me, kiss me softly, pushing your aching pussy to me. Can you feel me getting hard. Reach down and rub my cock over my jeans. Get my cock so hard that my precum seps thru my jeans. Can you feel it getting harder? Is your pussy getting wet? I can feel it quiver as I pull you closer to my cock. Open my jeans. Grab me. Hold me. Hold my cock in your hands. Rub my head and squeeze out my precum. Stroke me with my precum. Do you want me inside you? Do you want my cock inside your wet pussy, streching it wide?

Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you from behind. How bad do you want me to pound your pussy. Pounding it hard, fast, deep. Can you hear my balls slapping against your pussy?
Tell me your my dirty girl. Tell me how bad a dirty girl needs to get fucked.

You want me to fuck you like a little slut? Beg me. Beg me to fuck you like a dirty slut. How bad does a dirty slut need to get fucked. Answer me as I pull your hair. I want to her your tell me as your short of breath. You gasp for air as I pound your harder and faster. Does a dirty slut need to have her ass smacked? I think a dirty slut needs to have a finger in her ass as she cums. Gently I stick my thumb in your ass as you cum. Let your self go. Let your body become mine. Give your self to me. Let me take control of you, make you cum, make you shutter, make you my love.