A Question of Faith

I was late for my Adult Female Christian Class at the Church Wednesday night. I always try to show up early in order to have a private consultation with the Pastor and his wife Sherri in the Pastor's study. It always clears my mind to be able to bare my soul and my clothes before the class. With all the rush, rush, rush of the holidays, I found myself running late. I took my place on the mats laid down in the classroom and chatted with a perky young woman in the class.

I was excited about this evenings class as it was a planned game night. The class was going to play a game of Nude Twister. The pastor is a firm believer in the fact that God made us all beautiful and God also made us all naked. He says that is why it is important to be naked as much as possible and legal for it is a blessing unto the Lord.

That is when like Tessa 'Tightass' Taylor walked in just ahead of the Pastor and Sherri. Like a bad omen, I knew that this bitch showing up would surely bring no good. The way that she glared at me, while wiping her chin, let me know that she had been up to her old tricks. I was not sure what kind of trouble I was in for but I knew in my heart that it couldn't be good.

After the Class, which I must admit was a lot of fun since giving praise to the Lord in the way of our Pastor is one of my favorite pastimes, The Pastor came up to me and told me that he would like to talk to me after class. Here was the moment that I had been dreading. In his office Sherri and the Pastor told me that they had talked to Tessa. She had told them how I had tricked her at the office party and ever since then she has been humiliated at the office and has lost sleep . She had come to the Church seeking Spiriritual advice as Pookie had told her that The Pastor and Sherri had done so much for me.

They said that they had never seen anyone so willing to shed all their sins and doubt for enlightenment as Tessa had this evening. Then they told me that I must bare my sins in front of the congregation Sunday morning and beg for not only the forgiveness of the church but also beg for Tessa's forgiveness. I tried to explain my actions were only self-defence against what she was doing to me and Pookie and explained all the wrongs that I had suffered at this bitches hands but evidently she had pulled the wool over their eyes. I will admit that she is awesome in the sack, whether she is a bitch or not.

They would hear none of it and told me to go home and pray about it and if I could not find it in my heart to beg for forgiveness then a vote would be taken to revoke my membership in the church. As I started to explain the Pastor shushed me and said that this was the final word. I ran crying from the church. I have been praying since then for some kind of sign from the Lord. I really love being a part of this ministry but I loathe the very thought of asking for that cunts forgiveness.

Oh well, I have until Sunday morning to find the answer. Maybe someone has the answer because the Lord isn't telling me a thing. Ta-Ta's for now!

Happy Returns

Today is truly my day for gifts. The day after Christmas when I can return all the tacky shit that well meaning friends and relatives give me over the holidays and exchange them for things more my style. I do not know why people without either taste or fashion sense cannot just do the wise thing and give gift cards perhaps they do not know that they are either color blind or stuck in some weird fashion time warp.

Some of the presents that I received were unexchangable. One due to the fact that I am personnally not going to go down to Wal-Mart and exchange a pair of Git R Done panties with a picture of Larry the Cable Guy festooned on the ass end. I hope that whoever receives these from GoodWill puts them to good use. So if anyone sees some crackwhore with Larry the Cable Guy's mug across her ass here in the Metroplex, she has me to thank for new panties.

How Pookie's mother can shop at the nicest department stores and still manage to come back with the most god-awful frumpy clothes is beyond me. I have seen Amish Women wearing sexier clothing. I swear the woman would have me wearing a burka if she had her way, and Lord knows she won't. I traded in the bulky baggy sweater that she got me for a nice silk blouse. I just love the way my nipples feel when I am wearing a peek-a-boo bra under a silk blouse. It doesn't have to get very cold at all in order to get nipply with the friction against the smooth silk.

The only problem that I ran into was at the 'toy store'. Pookie screwed up and gave me a dildo that was the exact same model as one that I have at home. I explained the problem to the cashier but he said that they had a no exchange - no refund policy and besides the dildo looked as if it were used. I couldn't believe the sheer audacity of the pimply faced punk behind the counter. I told him that if he actually could recognize the smell of pussy and not just the smell of hand lotion on his dick then he might know just by smelling the dildo, that it wasn't used. The people milling around the store started to snicker so I decided to push it a little farther. I then told him a little louder that he could also tell that it was not like his used dildo under the counter due to the lack of teeth marks. By then he was soo embarrassed that he gave me exactly what I wanted just to get me out of the store. Next year I am going to have Pookie shop on-line to avoid this hassle. I can't believe the gall of some people.

Oh Well Ta-Ta's for now.

Holiday Treats

I just love this time of the year and one of the bestest parts of the season is spending time in the kitchen making holiday treats for my friends and family. From the baking of Christmas cookies to the candy making of fudge and chocolate balls, I love the adoring looks from loved ones as they sample the sugary goodness of homemade concoctions. The scent of cinnamon and other yummy smells permeating the kitchen and given flight to fill the whole house with a feeling of love and happiness.

One of my fondest Christmas memories has to do with sugary frosted love. Bobby John was still but a babe and Billy Ray wasn't even a twinkle in my eye yet. Pookie was downstairs playing Santy Claus. I had to hurry because I wanted to give Santy Claus the best Christmas Cookie ever. I used white frosting to coat my breasts and traced a road all the way down to my pubic hair dyed green to look like a sprig of holly. Then I laid back in the bed and strategically placed candy coated sprinkles along the way and propped a gingerbread man against one breast and a little gingerbread girl against the other.

When Pookie Claus came back to the bedroom, his eyes just about popped out of his head. He could not believe that I had made my body a little Christmas village just for him. I told him that the little gingerbread couple were stranded on the Twin Peaks and he must use his tongue like a show plow and clear the way for them to make it to the Holiday Valley. OH MY did he enjoy being a snow plow. He licked and sucked all the 'snow' from the Twin Peaks and delightfully cleared the road all the way to my festive pubes. I then told him that I did not have time to decorate the Holiday Valley and he must use his tongue as a paint brush and draw out Christmas scenes in the valley. I must say that he was a virtual Picasso.

After I came, I told him that he had been such a good boy that year that I was going to treat his winky to a special holiday bj. I reached under the bed and got out a can of Reddi-Whip and a tube of red cake frosting and decorated his cock to look like a candy cane. I must say his sweetly covered cock was just like Candy M&M's because it stayed hard in my hands but melted in my mouth.

Ohh well enough memories, I must get busy with some more holiday baking. Ta-Ta's for now and Merry Christmas to everybody!!!

A Lesson With A Buzz

Last week Kellie came over for her final tutorial before the Holiday Break. She explained that she is now one of the most popular girls in school (with the boys) and besides Rodney the intern, there are boys lined up for dates. But she said that the dates left her feeling empty and was not as satisfying as she imagined them to be. All the boys really enjoyed her blow jobs but they had grown somewhat boring to her but she could not go back on her word to her mother about staying a virgin. She was soo distraught and did not know how she could keep this up.

Being the caring nurturer that I am, I gave her the Christmas present that I got for her early. I told her that the gift would help solve her dilemma. She unwrapped the package and her eyes went all aglow. She said she loved hummingbirds but did not know how that was going to help her with her problem. I told her to take the hummingbird from the package and turn it on. When the hummingbird came to life she exclaimed, 'Is that what I think it is.'

Giggling just a little, I told her that I had a hummingbird vibe just like this one. Because sometimes a man is handy and sometimes he is not but B.O.B. is always handy. Of course being a good instructor means hands on training. I told her that if she would disrobe and lie upon the bed, I would get out my hummingbird vibe and lie down beside her and show her how to use it.

She was quite hesitant at first and somewhat frightened of the vibrator. I told her to just watch me and do as I do. I showed her all the spots to hit in order to get the yummiest feelings. I also told her that it was important to fantasize while pleasuring herself. It doesn't matter how goofy or how sick the fantasy is if it feels good and would get you in the spot that you needed to be, just go with the flow. I also told her that you shouldn't expect an orgasm right out of the gate but it was like my momma always told me, 'If at first you don't succeed, Try and Try again.'

After she witnessed my orgasm, she gave in to the pleasure and came for the first time. I felt that I had redeemed myself. By not teaching her to give pleasure to herself but only to others, it was liking teaching someone to park other peoples cars but not to get out on the open road themselves. Eventhough she is still a student driver, I can see the day when she is ready to head on down the highway.

Ta-Ta's for now!!!

Two Birthdays For The Price Of One

Christmas is a very special day for our little family. Not only is Christmas a day to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus it is also little Billy Ray's first birthday. Pookie and me know that it can be a little bit of a downer to have to share your birthday with another holiday, but we will try to make it a special day for Billy Ray. He will have his own birthday cake and we will seperate his Christmas gifts from his birthday presents by wrapping his birthday gifts in birthday wrapping paper.

For his birthday gift, I will be taking care of a concern that has been bothering me. Neither Pookie nor myself speak the language of Billy Ray's birth fathers native tongue and I have been wondering if I could understand him very well when he starts talking more than just babbling a few words. That is why I bought him the learning tapes 'Hooked on Ebonics.' I plan on learning right along with him. I am so excited to finally find out what shizzle means. I covered it with Pookie by telling him that it was important for little Billy Ray to learn the language of other dark complected children or he will be an outcast when he starts school.

Oh well, I promise that I will be back with an update of my mentoring but I was soo excited that the tapes came in yesterday, that I had to share. Ta-Ta's for Now!!

Rolling on the River

My period came somewhat unexpectedly this month. I was in the bedroom folding clothes right after dinner when Pookie came in horny as a little rabbit. Before you know it he had ripped off my clothes and was attempting to lick my belly button through my pussy. When he came up for air, I looked down and he had not just a red river moustache but a whole red river goatie. He looked like some kind of Irish rock star, LOL!

Speaking of goaties, have you seen the promos for that new Game Show with Howie Mandel. He looks so different with a goatie and a shaved head. Some people look good with this look and some people can't quite pull it off. Howie is one of the latter. Faces are like pussies and peckers, if you have an ugly one keep a little hair on top of it to draw some attention away from it.

Oh well not much time for a long post but I will be back soon with an update on how the tutorials with Kellie are going. Ta-Ta's for now !

The Virgin Mommy

I have been busy this week putting together a little Wise Man outfit for Bobby John. He will be a Wise Man in the Christmas Pageant this year at the church. He just looks so darling in his little getup but in a way it is kind of scary. It may just be me but why do the people in the Nativity Scene dress like terrorists?

I have always loved Christmas Pageants ever since I was a little girl. Now that I am a Mommy with kids of my own, I can appreciate all the effort that goes into them. Cutting the sheets for the head wrap and the robes, finding just the right sandels, and trying to figure out just what the hell is frankensence and myrh. Thank God he was the Wise Man with gold. Gold is easy to figure out but I didn't want to take a chance on him losing any of my good jewelry so he will be carrying my nipple rings as a present to the Baby Jesus.

The Pageants also take me back to my childhood. I have soo many fond memories of the Christmas Pageant. I was always picked to be the Virgin Mary as I was such an outgoing child. Sissy was always sooo jealous as she was always picked to be the backend of the ass. She was a chunky as a child and filled out the costume.

Oh well, it's time to go. Pookie is calling. Maybe we can play the virgin and the stableboy. Ta-Ta's for now!

Party Time for Tessa

As you know, this weekend was the annual Christmas Party for Pookies office. I had been plotting and making plans for a little retribution for Tessa 'Tightass' Taylor. I just could not sit idly by as she scorned me and made Pookie do the odious chore of servicing her nasty ass for his promotion. This party would start turning the table on this sick bitch.

Tessa was making it tough on me as she instituted a new policy of no alcohol at the party. She said that she was worried about the companies liability if someone was drunk and drove home and she also wanted to curtail anyone from being ashamed on Monday morning by what they or their spouses did at the party of an embassing nature. Everyone knows that a little alcohol loosens inhibitions and would allow me to pull off my plans.

I had been planning my vengeance for a while and had enlisted the help of a young intern named Rodney. Rodney was grateful as I had set him up with Kellie and since she is turning into quite the little student, he was indebted to me and would do anything I asked. I got him to hack into Tessa's computer so that I could dig up any dirt that I could possibly use. Boy did he find some useful info.

Her files contained a personal journal where it listed her personal itenery and thoughts of the day. I felt a little dirty reading this personal diary but since it was for the good of my marriage and this bitch deserved it, I got over it. One entry gave me the ammo that I would need to exact vengeance. It said, ' I get so tired of always being the dominant one. Sometimes I feel that I need a lover who will discipline and punish me. I long for a strong lover who will ravage me and humiliate me.' Well, who am I to argue with that.

The night of the party, I took my big purse so I could sneak in a flask to spike the holiday punchbowl and some accessories. The spiked punch worked as expected as Tessa drank her fill not thinking that it contained alcohol and soon she was quite drunk and susceptable to my influence.

I told her that I wanted to talk to her in her office so we could discuss our problem with each other and come up with some compromise that would be acceptable to both of us. She agreed and when we got back to her office, the first thing that I did was to secretly punch the page button on the phone so that every sound would be broadcast over the intercom.

Before she could speak, I grabbed her hair and jerked back her head and kissed her long, hard, and deep. She fought weakly at first but as I knew that this was her fantasy and the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, she soon responded to my kiss. I then ripped her shirt and pulled down her bra and suckled then bit upon her nipple. I wheeled her around and pulled down her panties now soaked with her juices. She was moaning and screaming for more and the intercom was picking it all up. I then reached into my bag and pulled out my anal intruder toy and lubed it up with her own juices and rested the tip of it on her little button and told her to shut up her screaming and to take it like the little whore that she was. With this she started whimpering and I thought that maybe I had gone to far but when she screamed for more, I knew that I had her. I thrusted the anal intruder in her ass and she bucked like a wild bronco ( I am thankful for my days as a Rodeo Queen so I could ride her the full count). As her moans of pleasure increased to a fever pitch, I reached into my bag and got out my cat-o-nine tails. I pulled the anal intruder out quickly and with an audible pop, she squeeled in pain and delight. Then I whipped her ass until angry red whelps rose up on the cheeks of her ass.

I left her as she begged for more. I got Pookie and headed for home. I did not wish to sit around and gloat. The whole party was slack-jawed at what they had heard. I have no doubt that Tessa will have a hard time terrorising the office as she has done in the past.

I am just glad that my planning paid off and she did want to be humiliated so in a way I gave her just what we both wanted. Ta-Ta's for now.

My Poor Little Pixie

If you have noticed my weather pixie, you can see that she is freezing her little hiney off. Whenever the weather got cold, my dear old Gramps would always say, ' When the temperature drops and the wind gets cold, there's nuthin like a fat woman to keep you warm at night.' I am not fat but I love trying to keep Pookie warm. A warm water enema and candlewax on the nipples can work wonders.

Tomorrow is Pookie's Annual Christmas Party. I am so looking forward to it as I have plans to get back at Tessa Tightass for her mistreatment of me. I am so busy that I don't have time to say much but I will be back with a full report after the party. Wish me luck, Ta-Ta's for now.

A Quick Snatch of a Post

With all the busy activities around the holidays, I have not had enough time to write in my blog as much as I like. Today is no different but there is one quick thing that I would like to share. Many blogs that I see often post a thought of the day or a quote from a favorite song or movie. I thought that I would share something that my Mama taught Sissy and me when we were little girls and I asked her the secret of keeping a husband happy. I have tried to live my life by her wise and heartfelt teaching. "Sperm might be salty and sperm might be thick. But think happy thoughts and swallow it quick."

Mommy Mentor

Something very special happened to me this week. It has filled my life with a new purpose. I have always wanted a daughter. I love my two boys but it seems to me that there is a special bond between a mother and a daughter and it was something that I felt was missing in my life. Now I am a Mommy Mentor.

Kellie, the neighborhood girl, who sometimes watches Bobby John and Billy Ray, was having trouble in her Sex Education Class in school. She told her mother, Becky, (You remember Becky. She is the frigid bitch, who so rudely called me a slut, when I was giving Pookie his morning blowjob in our driveway.) about her problems and Becky advised her to seek my help. She said that if you were to be a good girl, you should only learn about sex from your pastor right before you are married. But as Becky had to get good grades in order to get into Texas Christian University which meant getting good grades in her Sex Education Class, then Kellie should seek tutoring from an expert in the subject and that nobody had more knowledge in this area than me.

Kellie called me up on Thursday and told me of her troubles and asked if I could help tutor her. I had no problem helping her with this she is a sweet and cute girl and I do know my way around a sex manual. So I told her to come over after school the next day and we would start our lessons.

When Kellie got to the house, we went up to the bedroom to study. She told me that, eventhough she was a senior in high school and eighteen, she was a virgin and was following her mothers wishes and was saving herself for marriage and did not even have a steady boyfriend. I told her that she was a very pretty girl and asked her why she did not have a steady boyfriend. She said that all her boyfriends soon grew tired of only getting so far as touching her breasts through her shirt and eventually left her. She said that when she spoke to her mother about this, her mother had told her that the way to a boys heart was through his stomach and she should bake her boyfriend cookies. But though the boys appreciated the cookies, they still kept leaving.

This was a shame and I told her that with a few lessons she could both comply with her mothers wishes and keep a boyfriend. I told her that the way to a boys heart is not through his stomach but through his zipper. So I started our first lesson by putting in a DVD of 'Sorority Cock Suckers' and pulled out Mr. Pinky from under the bed. It is only six inches long so I figured it would not be to large for her to start on. It was like a cock with training wheels.

I told her that giving a blow job was not technically sex as our ex-president Bill Clinton said so and as he was not impeached for saying it, that it must be true. This way she could keep the boys interest and not disappoint her mother. I told her to just do as the professional actress did with Mr. Pinky. I must say she is a natural and only needed a few pointers concerning the finer points such as not scraping with her teeth on the cock and how to relax the throat in order to get the whole thing in her mouth.

After she got the hang of it, I put on my strap on so that she would know what to do with her hands. Such as when to grab the boys balls and gently knead them and when to gently pull on them and when to stroke his cock and when to grab his ass and go for the glory. I also showed her how to position her head so that the boy could look down and see how pretty she looked with his cock in her mouth and not just see the back of her head.

As it was getting close to time for me to start dinner so that it would be ready for Pookie when he got home from work, I gave Kellie some homework. I told her to hook up with a boy that she wanted for a boyfriend and to see if this new tactic would work. I soo know that it will.
I can't wait for our next lesson. I think that their current chapter is about anatomy. That is my favorite parts, sexual anatomy. Oh well Ta-Ta's for now.