I should be watching the Irish lose in Ocean City, with visions of women in thongs
Instead, we hand to cancel our vacation, and baton down the hatches. Now, Obama was supposed to stop hurricanes and floods and other natural disasters and let God sit at his right hand. I tired ot explain this to Aisha, but she is convinced the hurricane is my fault. So, as soon as Notre Dame is beaten, I will be, too.
Serena and Aisha went shopping about a week ago in preparation for the inevitable event. So Serena has her dominatrix gear. I have not seen her in it, but I am certain she will be an absolute vision of beauty, sexuality, and terror. She has been speaking with Aisha a great deal, and while Aisha always gives tips about just how to hurt me, she finishes with "learn as you go." Serena has spoken to me a little, telling me how she is really looking forward to it, though she knew Aisha would decide when I would be beaten, and it could be spur of the moment.
Aisha has set down some rules. First, no fists, the your whip do the work. Second, stay on my back. So that should mean that I will not have to worry about my balls. As mean and nasty as Aisha is, she is always careful down there. Serena has been a little rough, but claims she is out of practice and will get better. It is easier for me if Aisha is not alone. First, she is distracted. I will hear, three or four times, "Oh, nice strike, com'mer." That is a contraction for "come here" I have just made up. My blog. And that is what she sounds like. They will make out for up to a minute, giving me a momentary respite. Second, the kissing in dominatrix gear excites her, so she needs less time with her flail. Third, Aisha and Serena will be happy to play together, while I recover. As a bonus, Aisha likes the lights on while she beats me, and frequently does not turn it off for a while. So I can watch.
We have a pattern going. In the mid week, if Serena is here (she is not here every night), once a week. she and I Aisha will be alone, and I will dial up some porn. One the weekends, when Wendy and Claire are here, I believe there is some sort of negotiation on where I will sleep. Last night I was with them. I have found the Claire is a lot more comfortable fucking me than Wendy, especially if she is in a situation where she can see it. Also, she has found the magic of Aisha's favorite position, with my dick inside of her and a face full of pussy.
I have no illusions about them, they are lesbians. But, after a week of reading Sappho to each other, man might not be such a high cost, not with the facilities we have here. Courtney is shopping for a new sauna.
Enough about those lesbians. I will turn to the other lesbians I live with.
On Thursday of last week, the sun finally burned through the cloud cover and shone strongly. Add a nice weekend, and new breasts healed. Supposedly, sunbathing topless helps to heal these surgical procedures. The bright scars on the underboob have not dimmed, but are little hidden by the tans with no tan lines. While they are through with consults, they have scheduled more, because they are not allowed to swim, and they want to on their separate vacations. They have already started to snip at each other in their preparation for the ritual breakup.
They look great, though almost anyone could tell Megan has been enhanced. Courtney, doubtful. Perhaps they look fake to me because I knew what she had beforehand. Perhaps it does not matter. Ask any guy. They all look great to me.