Last night Veronica and I had a date, just the two of us.  After repeatedly promising our daughter that yes, we will come home [seriously, every time we go out, she thinks we're leaving forever and there are multiple requests for "one more huggie" before we can escape without her having a fit], we went out for dinner and a visit to our favorite strip club.

There was once a time when a visit to the club was so fun and exciting for us, checking out the girls together, watching Veronica flirt and get lap dances.  But lately, not so much…

Sure, many of these girls are hot.  In fact, I’m the one who got a lap dance last night, not Veronica.  But it did nothing for me.  I’ve had dances before that even with just a little contact, some grinding on my lap, have left me with an achingly hard cock.  Last night, while “Mandy” certainly has a very nice figure, as did a stunningly pretty Filipino girl, I wasn’t aroused at all by the evening.

Maybe it’s because of the adventures we’ve had swinging.  After all, once you’ve seen your wife thoroughly enjoy herself between the thighs of another woman, seeing a beautiful nude young woman do nothing except gyrate in front of her isn’t quite as, ehem, stimulating.

The strip club was so unarousing, at least to me, that when Veronica and I got home, we spent a little while online and watching football, then went to bed, without having sex!  WTF? Or not…

But at least we started today off right ;-)

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You know what most certainly doesn’t bore me? Veronica and her lingerie collection!  Last weekend it was her red open cup bra, last night it was the black one.

*taken with my iPhone*

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this picture last night.  I also texted it to our friend Southern Vixen, since the last time we went to this particular restaurant and followed it with a visit to the strip club, she was with us.  Her response?

“For FUCK’s sake!!!!  Dayyum!!!”

Gotta love that woman, her personality comes across even in text messages!

Jan 102010
 

Last summer I was exploring some trails off a bike path in town and discovered this old abandoned quarry. After a chat and some inspiration courtesy of Emmy, Saturday afternoon Darling Boy and I bundled up, ’cause it’s only about 20 degrees F today, and headed over there, camera by my side.

This isn’t a field, the quarry is filled with water and it’s frozen over. This was DB’s first experience walking out on a frozen pond.  He was nervous at first, but after dear old dad jumped up and down on it a few times, he was reassured that the ice was thick enough.  “Dad, you weigh like 3 times as much as me! I guess I’ll be okay.”  Thanks son….

*click-click to see a close-up of the rock face in the distance*

As the seasons change, I’m sure that there will be plenty more photographic opportunities here and this won’t be the only time this location is the target of my camera.

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