Just the Erotic Basics

I have a plan. I can work it out. All I have to do is to think about all of this and then to do it. I'll be working on all of that. I would like to have bought that sealing tape. I didn't get it done. What I do want to do is to write. I need to spend more time writing. I don't want to spend endless time writing, but I do want to use the written word to explore this world. That is really what I want to do. There is a lot of stuff that I need to do at work. There are a number of items. Explore that cyberspace. That is for sure. CyberScribe. That is what I want to do. I don't want to do a bunch of other things. Although there are some things there that I would like to do. I need to do the thing for Kathy. Show how we can help each of these processes: create information, move information, store information and present information. When it comes down to it those are the most important things. I want to keep all of that in mind. So what are some of the ways that we help to store/access information. A scalable database. I don't know. Can this all be hogwash. No it is a vision. I can make all of this happen. I know that I can because I want to. That is the secret.

The Girls

I went to water world today with the girls. Wow was it fun. Sasha had more fun than Dasha. There were a couple of times when Dasha was afraid. She was scared of the big waves, she was scared of the Pharoh's Lost River, and she was just in general afraid to let go of my hand.Naturally, Sasha had more fun. Also this morning we ran through an entire wook book. It was really good. I think that I ought to pick up some more of those. She actually enjoyed it and I feel like we made some real progress. She already knows a lot. I really feel that there is so much to gain by investing heavily in them.

Natalya and I have decided that we want to have another baby. We will see. I don't know, but we can try. I will attempt not to drink again. So I like that idea just because of that. I am so tired of all the drinking. I am just sick of it. I drank three beers and a glass of wine over the weekend. I just don't see why I have to drink like that. I also had three martinis last weekend. And then I had two beers on Wednesday's party. In the course of ten days I had the equivalent of 8 beers. Almost an average of one a day. If I would of drank that much for the 15 years that I did not drink at all I would have consumed 4,380 beers. So what I'm saying is that if I don't stop drinking then I will drink that many beers in the next 15 or twenty years. Now, it seems to me that something like that can't be good for you.

I agreed to pay more of the cost for the upkeep of the house. I feel kind of like I got pressured into it. What I need is to have more time. More time with the girls, more time to work on my things. All of that. Just more time. But I also need to organize and use the time effectively. That is also important. I need to work fast. I need to get things done. I don't need to waste time. I need to spend less time doing things that aren't important or are a waste.

I should run to walmart and get some more supplies for the video camera. Tapes and things like that. I will work on that speech. I would like to try that. Even if I fail. The fact of the matter is that I will have learned and improved. That is something. Go into it with the attitude that I want to win. That is how I have to think of this. I want to win. That is why I'm doing it. I want to win. It will get me kind of recognition that I could get in no other way. I need to go in early tomorrow. That is what I should do.

I also need to write more. I want to work out some wonderful erotic writing. I could do some of that. Do I really have the desire to do that. I want to write to these people. Really, I should just do one a day. Like vitamins. Find someone and write them a note. every single day. What I need to do is to write to Wendy.I don't understand why I think about writing others when that one could demand so much attention. What about the fantasy of the white pajamas. I could work on those each day as well. What I end up getting done is so little. so small. That is so sad. That just plain hurts. I need to think about doing some more on each of those. I need to carry it with me to work and back. Perhaps I still have it upstairs. I will go and look into it. I just found it. I read it and it sucks. I don't like it. Why is that? I don't want it to suck. I want it to be profound and beautiful. Can't I have that? That is really what I want. So how. Make it happen.

Just the erotic basics: I touch your nipples. The are perfect and perk to my touch. I draw a small circle around your right nipple with my index finger and begin a slow dance: my finger with your nipple. In this way I prepare your nipple for my mouth. The circles become somewhat larger exploring the smooth white of your breast but return to touch and ingle the red hardness of your nipple. Now I feel that your nipple is hot and wants the moisture in my mouth to refresh it. My hand now moves to your left breast and I gaze at the right nipple in heated anticipation. My lips encircle that little flaming nipple and press hard on it. My tounge then beats a flickering rhythm upon

My right hand moves down along your flawless belly pausing for a minute to explore your navel. That is where you were first fed. That was were your connection to life began. That is why I ponder here with my fingers makeing out the contours and small bumps. I draw more circles. I imagine a water pouring into your navel and filling you with love. I imagine the area around your navel like a chalice filled with divine water. But now I just want to be inside your pussy. I want to be there. Your pussy. Now so wet and so hot. So very much a live. But first I put my fingers in my mouth one by one and pull the fingernails off with my teeth. My fingers now have no sharpness, just smooth flesh covering their bony hardness. They are now fit for the smooth softness of your pussy's wet flesh. This hand is filled with desires. Like a five-headed hydra it dives into your pool. It runs its fingers up and down along the cavern's walls, pressing and stroking so as to leave nothing inside untouched. Somewhere in the distance my tongue still loves your nipple and the sound of their laughter is heard here. But your pussy grows with desire. Moisture flows flood like around my hand. The smell of sex reaches up to my nose and takes me back to that pussy and my imagination turns to those summers in Voronozh. Would that my hand might have fallen upon your breast on some summer day. I try to imagine what it must have been like for you. All of those people there. Now my hand in your pussy. The only place it ever wanted to be. I press harder now against those vaginal walls whose flexability yields to my pressure stretching the opening wider.This opening is for me and only for me.