Justa Redux. Still nothing to see, is a redux ever better than the original

[draconus_infernus]

so what is the temperature in sunny California today?

49 degrees and foggy, where I’m at.

 

[Todger65]

well welcome to whatever the fuck I want Wednesday. unfortunately for y'all, i want to be weird and wacky.

so earlier it was touched on that I would probably need dinner plates to cover my tits.

so lets see.

dessert plates should work I'd think?

and I'd be wrong

http://i.imgur.com/1PHSkosm.jpg

yes the correct answer was indeed big dinner plates

http://i.imgur.com/QvHkhbkm.jpg

but I did get to add to my "with my boobs" collection. let me see, I have eaten dessert....with my boobs, painted....with my boobs, drank wine.....with my boobs, reenacted bad sci-fi movies....with my boobs.

and now, I have washed dishes....with my boobs.

https://www.***********/s/ld42t5dc3qz8pst/V_20190130_1041252.mp4?dl=0

yeah aren't you glad it is wednesday.

Dessert plates are almost there, but dinner plates do the job admirably.

Another fun video clip. Perfect, you can do that in my kitchen anytime.

 

[Shadow701]

well thank you
cold or snow. cold just sucks, but I do have some fond snow memories

Both actually

 

[kingfupa]

I think some tablespoons would do the trick.

 

[Shadow701]

well welcome to whatever the fuck I want Wednesday. unfortunately for y'all, i want to be weird and wacky.

so earlier it was touched on that I would probably need dinner plates to cover my tits.

so lets see.

dessert plates should work I'd think?

and I'd be wrong

http://i.imgur.com/1PHSkosm.jpg

yes the correct answer was indeed big dinner plates

http://i.imgur.com/QvHkhbkm.jpg

but I did get to add to my "with my boobs" collection. let me see, I have eaten dessert....with my boobs, painted....with my boobs, drank wine.....with my boobs, reenacted bad sci-fi movies....with my boobs.

and now, I have washed dishes....with my boobs.

https://www.***********/s/ld42t5dc3qz8pst/V_20190130_1041252.mp4?dl=0

yeah aren't you glad it is wednesday.

I wonder what got cleaner....your boobs, or the plates....

 

[Joxlrg]

Your new cubicle uniform is three BandAids

 

[JDredd711]

and for the titty tuesday trifecta. car boobs

http://i.imgur.com/mus24qVm.jpg

Car boobs needs to become an everyday thing, for all women!!! )))

 

[londoner2]

well welcome to whatever the fuck I want Wednesday. unfortunately for y'all, i want to be weird and wacky.

so earlier it was touched on that I would probably need dinner plates to cover my tits.

so lets see.

dessert plates should work I'd think?

and I'd be wrong

http://i.imgur.com/1PHSkosm.jpg

yes the correct answer was indeed big dinner plates

http://i.imgur.com/QvHkhbkm.jpg

but I did get to add to my "with my boobs" collection. let me see, I have eaten dessert....with my boobs, painted....with my boobs, drank wine.....with my boobs, reenacted bad sci-fi movies....with my boobs.

and now, I have washed dishes....with my boobs.

https://www.***********/s/ld42t5dc3qz8pst/V_20190130_1041252.mp4?dl=0

yeah aren't you glad it is wednesday.

I am always thrilled it is Wednesday.
You are totally unique!

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

49 degrees and foggy, where I’m at.

well it is sunny here, just all chilly

Dessert plates are almost there, but dinner plates do the job admirably.

Another fun video clip. Perfect, you can do that in my kitchen anytime.

lol. maybe, maybe

Both actually

well that sucks

I think some tablespoons would do the trick.

and now I want to see if I can hang spoons from my boobs. need to see if I can find some metal spoons in the office.

I wonder what got cleaner....your boobs, or the plates....

haha. well both were still soapy

Your new cubicle uniform is three BandAids

haha. I will ask hr for that.

Car boobs needs to become an everyday thing, for all women!!! )))

well, I will try to start that trend for you

I am always thrilled it is Wednesday.
You are totally unique!

unique, that is the word lol

 

[heathrowinneo]

well welcome to whatever the fuck I want Wednesday. unfortunately for y'all, i want to be weird and wacky.

so earlier it was touched on that I would probably need dinner plates to cover my tits.

so lets see.

dessert plates should work I'd think?

and I'd be wrong

http://i.imgur.com/1PHSkosm.jpg

yes the correct answer was indeed big dinner plates

http://i.imgur.com/QvHkhbkm.jpg

but I did get to add to my "with my boobs" collection. let me see, I have eaten dessert....with my boobs, painted....with my boobs, drank wine.....with my boobs, reenacted bad sci-fi movies....with my boobs.

and now, I have washed dishes....with my boobs.

https://www.***********/s/ld42t5dc3qz8pst/V_20190130_1041252.mp4?dl=0

yeah aren't you glad it is wednesday.

fuck yeah

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

fuck yeah

oh you like a chick washing dishes...with her boobs

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

So since it is a cold cold day, it seems fitting to share my most memorable blizzard. This was the blizzard of 96. The story starts January 6th 1996, but some background is needed first. Again, this was during my time of sowing wild oats, being young and carefree, trying to have a good time in life.

I have mentioned Dean before, he was a longer haired, stoner, druggie, rocker type. Generally, kind of a waste case, but really funny, and really loved women. He had a way of making you feel beautiful, while trying to line up the waitress next to you. He had two priorities in life, getting fucked and getting fucked up. But he also had a way listening to you, and his really carefree lifestyle had a way of making the stress of the world fall away. Oh and he was fucking phenomenal in bed. He was for sure not relationship material, but I didn’t want a relationship. We actually discussed our relationships with each other. For me, he was the person I called when I wanted to get away from the stresses life for a while, and do that by getting fucked up and well fucked. I hung out with him here and there for like 2+ years total.

Also, at the time the most “relationship” like thing I had going was with James. Really, I did not want to be in a relationship at all, which James was well aware of, and was a strong sticking point on why we always ended up going our separate ways. But then we would run into each other again, and he would seem to get it, but soon enough, he would be trying to make me in to something I wasn’t, make us into something we would never be. Rinse and repeat. We were together for months here and there for almost 2 years, with a lot of breaks. He was fairly serious and straight laced other than drinking like a fish, not like Dean. At this moment in my life, I was seeing James again.

So Dean knows about James because I share my problems with he, he tells me It is all good, it will work out however is best yada yada. I don’t know it was part of Dean’s stress relieving magic but James did not know about Dean.

Dean pages me that Saturday, and sees if I want to hang, and yeah, I do. He picks me up. On the way, he informs me he now lives somewhere different and has a roommate. No big deal. Not even the first roommate. Also, not a surprise, he pretty much never holds a job, so barely keeps a place, as far as I can tell, older women fund his lifestyle until they realize he will never be turned into relationship material. Anyway, he pulls into a development I know well because James lives there. It is big, so I don’t think much of it until I follow him to James’ door. Yup, James decided to rent out his guest room, and yes some how he met Dean. I tell Dean, Yo, this is the dude I’m seeing, we need to go. Dean is all, oh he is never home, don’t worry, come on, come on. I agree, walk in, and James is right there. So yeah, so awkward, a couple unpleasantries are exchanged. I go into Dave’s room for the duration of the evening.

We do what we do, Drink, smoke, some illegal things that shall not be named, shoot the shit, then move on. So yeah get fucked up and well fucked again and again. I did always enjoy hanging with Dean as the world fades away. For someone who took like nothing seriously, and generally did fuck all with his life, well he sure took getting women off very very seriously, and often, and recovered fucking fast, and was very entertaining in the meantime. Fuck I do miss screwing him.

Anyway, I didn’t notice it was snowing. Hell, I didn’t notice the outside world at all. But almost 3 feet of snow fell that night. I think this is still the largest amount of snow to have ever fallen in that area in such a short amount of time. I wake up Sunday, go take a shower (not like I don’t know the house well, I spent a lot of weekends there). Look outside and see the gravity of the situation. State of emergency, no one will be going to work for days, no vehicles are permitted on the roads besides plows and emergency, and the snow is still falling so plows aren’t even being deployed until it stops. Then I go have coffee with James.

Well I need to get a few things done at work, but I hope to tell a bit more of the story a little later.

 

[scotluvsoral]

So since it is a cold cold day, it seems fitting to share my most memorable blizzard. This was the blizzard of 96. The story starts January 6th 1996, but some background is needed first. Again, this was during my time of sowing wild oats, being young and carefree, trying to have a good time in life.

I have mentioned Dean before, he was a longer haired, stoner, druggie, rocker type. Generally, kind of a waste case, but really funny, and really loved women. He had a way of making you feel beautiful, while trying to line up the waitress next to you. He had two priorities in life, getting fucked and getting fucked up. But he also had a way listening to you, and his really carefree lifestyle had a way of making the stress of the world fall away. Oh and he was fucking phenomenal in bed. He was for sure not relationship material, but I didn’t want a relationship. We actually discussed our relationships with each other. For me, he was the person I called when I wanted to get away from the stresses life for a while, and do that by getting fucked up and well fucked. I hung out with him here and there for like 2+ years total.

Also, at the time the most “relationship” like thing I had going was with James. Really, I did not want to be in a relationship at all, which James was well aware of, and was a strong sticking point on why we always ended up going our separate ways. But then we would run into each other again, and he would seem to get it, but soon enough, he would be trying to make me in to something I wasn’t, make us into something we would never be. Rinse and repeat. We were together for months here and there for almost 2 years, with a lot of breaks. He was fairly serious and straight laced other than drinking like a fish, not like Dean. At this moment in my life, I was seeing James again.

So Dean knows about James because I share my problems with he, he tells me It is all good, it will work out however is best yada yada. I don’t know it was part of Dean’s stress relieving magic but James did not know about Dean.

Dean pages me that Saturday, and sees if I want to hang, and yeah, I do. He picks me up. On the way, he informs me he now lives somewhere different and has a roommate. No big deal. Not even the first roommate. Also, not a surprise, he pretty much never holds a job, so barely keeps a place, as far as I can tell, older women fund his lifestyle until they realize he will never be turned into relationship material. Anyway, he pulls into a development I know well because James lives there. It is big, so I don’t think much of it until I follow him to James’ door. Yup, James decided to rent out his guest room, and yes some how he met Dean. I tell Dean, Yo, this is the dude I’m seeing, we need to go. Dean is all, oh he is never home, don’t worry, come on, come on. I agree, walk in, and James is right there. So yeah, so awkward, a couple unpleasantries are exchanged. I go into Dave’s room for the duration of the evening.

We do what we do, Drink, smoke, some illegal things that shall not be named, shoot the shit, then move on. So yeah get fucked up and well fucked again and again. I did always enjoy hanging with Dean as the world fades away. For someone who took like nothing seriously, and generally did fuck all with his life, well he sure took getting women off very very seriously, and often, and recovered fucking fast, and was very entertaining in the meantime. Fuck I do miss screwing him.

Anyway, I didn’t notice it was snowing. Hell, I didn’t notice the outside world at all. But almost 3 feet of snow fell that night. I think this is still the largest amount of snow to have ever fallen in that area in such a short amount of time. I wake up Sunday, go take a shower (not like I don’t know the house well, I spent a lot of weekends there). Look outside and see the gravity of the situation. State of emergency, no one will be going to work for days, no vehicles are permitted on the roads besides plows and emergency, and the snow is still falling so plows aren’t even being deployed until it stops. Then I go have coffee with James.

Well I need to get a few things done at work, but I hope to tell a bit more of the story a little later.

That had to be unbelievably awkward!!!

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

That had to be unbelievably awkward!!!

just the first night. we had a week to make it less awkward. roads weren't passable to the following Sunday.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

oh and I want to post my ass, and be artsy about it, ok not really but it is whatever the fuck I want wednesday. so enjoy my ass

http://i.imgur.com/5jMRGlrm.jpg

 

[scotluvsoral]

oh and I want to post my ass, and be artsy about it, ok not really but it is whatever the fuck I want wednesday. so enjoy my ass

http://i.imgur.com/5jMRGlrm.jpg

I'm trying hard not to go for the easy joke. Nope, I failed...so....I would Love to enjoy your ass!!! Hey I tried to be a little classy

 

[Adre]

Will do.

 

[kdunn762012]

Would love to enjoy your ass. Its quite nice. It's very much appreciated when you share it Justa.

 

[Shyguy1369]

So since it is a cold cold day, it seems fitting to share my most memorable blizzard. This was the blizzard of 96. The story starts January 6th 1996, but some background is needed first. Again, this was during my time of sowing wild oats, being young and carefree, trying to have a good time in life.

I have mentioned Dean before, he was a longer haired, stoner, druggie, rocker type. Generally, kind of a waste case, but really funny, and really loved women. He had a way of making you feel beautiful, while trying to line up the waitress next to you. He had two priorities in life, getting fucked and getting fucked up. But he also had a way listening to you, and his really carefree lifestyle had a way of making the stress of the world fall away. Oh and he was fucking phenomenal in bed. He was for sure not relationship material, but I didn’t want a relationship. We actually discussed our relationships with each other. For me, he was the person I called when I wanted to get away from the stresses life for a while, and do that by getting fucked up and well fucked. I hung out with him here and there for like 2+ years total.

Also, at the time the most “relationship” like thing I had going was with James. Really, I did not want to be in a relationship at all, which James was well aware of, and was a strong sticking point on why we always ended up going our separate ways. But then we would run into each other again, and he would seem to get it, but soon enough, he would be trying to make me in to something I wasn’t, make us into something we would never be. Rinse and repeat. We were together for months here and there for almost 2 years, with a lot of breaks. He was fairly serious and straight laced other than drinking like a fish, not like Dean. At this moment in my life, I was seeing James again.

So Dean knows about James because I share my problems with he, he tells me It is all good, it will work out however is best yada yada. I don’t know it was part of Dean’s stress relieving magic but James did not know about Dean.

Dean pages me that Saturday, and sees if I want to hang, and yeah, I do. He picks me up. On the way, he informs me he now lives somewhere different and has a roommate. No big deal. Not even the first roommate. Also, not a surprise, he pretty much never holds a job, so barely keeps a place, as far as I can tell, older women fund his lifestyle until they realize he will never be turned into relationship material. Anyway, he pulls into a development I know well because James lives there. It is big, so I don’t think much of it until I follow him to James’ door. Yup, James decided to rent out his guest room, and yes some how he met Dean. I tell Dean, Yo, this is the dude I’m seeing, we need to go. Dean is all, oh he is never home, don’t worry, come on, come on. I agree, walk in, and James is right there. So yeah, so awkward, a couple unpleasantries are exchanged. I go into Dave’s room for the duration of the evening.

We do what we do, Drink, smoke, some illegal things that shall not be named, shoot the shit, then move on. So yeah get fucked up and well fucked again and again. I did always enjoy hanging with Dean as the world fades away. For someone who took like nothing seriously, and generally did fuck all with his life, well he sure took getting women off very very seriously, and often, and recovered fucking fast, and was very entertaining in the meantime. Fuck I do miss screwing him.

Anyway, I didn’t notice it was snowing. Hell, I didn’t notice the outside world at all. But almost 3 feet of snow fell that night. I think this is still the largest amount of snow to have ever fallen in that area in such a short amount of time. I wake up Sunday, go take a shower (not like I don’t know the house well, I spent a lot of weekends there). Look outside and see the gravity of the situation. State of emergency, no one will be going to work for days, no vehicles are permitted on the roads besides plows and emergency, and the snow is still falling so plows aren’t even being deployed until it stops. Then I go have coffee with James.

Well I need to get a few things done at work, but I hope to tell a bit more of the story a little later.

Wow. I am not quite Dean, but I definitely know what it's like to be the man who wants nothing more than to please women. I just never had the confidence to show women my talents, I was very shy (hence why I created the name here to begin with). However, it sounded like you had not only a great night, but possibly a great week.

oh and I want to post my ass, and be artsy about it, ok not really but it is whatever the fuck I want wednesday. so enjoy my ass

http://i.imgur.com/5jMRGlrm.jpg

I love EVERY part of your delicious body, and so if I must enjoy your ass... I guess I can manage that lol

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

I'm trying hard not to go for the easy joke. Nope, I failed...so....I would Love to enjoy your ass!!! Hey I tried to be a little classy

haha, well i didn't mean it quite like that, but. well maybe I did damn it.

Will do.

I hope so.

Would love to enjoy your ass. Its quite nice. It's very much appreciated when you share it Justa.

yeah I did make it too easy, didn't I. and thank you

Wow. I am not quite Dean, but I definitely know what it's like to be the man who wants nothing more than to please women. I just never had the confidence to show women my talents, I was very shy (hence why I created the name here to begin with). However, it sounded like you had not only a great night, but possibly a great week.



I love EVERY part of your delicious body, and so if I must enjoy your ass... I guess I can manage that lol

yeah, it was a great week, and yes several different types on men out there, and I do enjoy most of them.

and thank you

 

[kingfupa]

Oh my...would you look at that beautiful ass.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

So the blizzard, where was I.

ok, no one is going anywhere, everything will be closed, the city is closed. The house is well stocked with booze and other necessities so was not bad. Dean is always prepared and has probably not spent a minute sober in years, so all good there. I have a tooth brush, and just the outfit I wore over, but eh, I can steal their t-shirts.

James and I talk over coffee. He is actually less pissed than the night before. I don’t know maybe he got off on hearing me screaming and moaning half the night, maybe he just learned to accept the truth I had always said of not wanting a committed relationship, just wanting to enjoy my life. Anyway, we smooth things over, I make some brunch, ok lunch really by that time. Dean wakes up, we all laugh and talk together. Watch a movie together. Switch to music. Start drinking, Dean of course rolls up a joint, puts a tray on the table. James side eyes a little, again straight laced, but accepts it. We have a fun time just hanging out. I spend that night in James’ bed.

Yeah yeah, screwing one guy one night, a different the next, what a whore, women shouldn't behave like that yada yada whatever. You may also be wondering which I prefer. Ok I mentioned Dean, god he could spend an hour with his face and hands between your legs, to the point where not only do you have no idea what is going on outside, but you have no idea what your own fucking name is. But he didn’t have something that James did. Dean was a very easy go lucky guy, made me the center of his attention in bed, but he wasn’t the type to be forceful, powerful, be in control. I was in control with him. He was never the throw you down on the bed type, pull your hair type. You know the type. James was much more an alpha type, and very much like that in the bed room. Both types are great.

A big reason why I hate commitment, I very much like both. Sometimes I want to be in control, sometimes I want some equal partnership, sometimes I like it rough and want to be thrown down, I want my hair pulled. It is one of the big reasons that I really struggle with monogamy. It seems like most people don’t switch gears like that, thus two different men were generally a roll I fell in. One a more submissive man and one a more dominant man.

So yes I spent that night enjoying a rough hard fucking. Actually, very rough, even more so than most nights with him. If you asked me which man I cum more often with, that would be Dean, but there is something intoxicating, a rush, with be the subject of power. As I write this a feel a rush. As I wrote about Dean, I feel well dang I’d like to spend hours doing that again, but it isn’t the same rush.

Anyway, wake up the next day, I shower (and ok after every shower I do at least a little makeup, I feel more naked without eyeliner than without clothes lol) I grab one of James t-shirts, as well, don’t want day three in the same outfit. Again, throw together some food. We see what is on TV. We start drinking. Dean passes a joint, and surprise surprise, James actually joins in. We decide to have a toga party, so we are all wearing sheets. Yeah, cheesy I know, but come on, we haven’t been outside in over 2 days now. I end up handcuffed to prove I can easily switch cuffs from behind my back to in front, which I did.... Of course. well I did have to ditch the toga, though it sure seemed hysterical watching me continue to get caught in the sheet. And they wouldn’t give me the key for a while, but hands up front so not all bad. The party continues. And another surprise is James joins Dean and I with the table party favors. Again, that is a first from Mr Straight Laced. I guess though as time continues to pass living outside of the real world, free of responsibilities, no where you can go, maybe you indulge in ways you wouldn’t normally in the real world. I mean snow was just stopping, life still wouldn’t be dug out for days.

And yeah break time for me. Hope to cover at least the following day or two soon.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

Oh my...would you look at that beautiful ass.

thank you

 

[RjThoughts]

So the blizzard, where was I.

ok, no one is going anywhere, everything will be closed, the city is closed. The house is well stocked with booze and other necessities so was not bad. Dean is always prepared and has probably not spent a minute sober in years, so all good there. I have a tooth brush, and just the outfit I wore over, but eh, I can steal their t-shirts.

James and I talk over coffee. He is actually less pissed than the night before. I don’t know maybe he got off on hearing me screaming and moaning half the night, maybe he just learned to accept the truth I had always said of not wanting a committed relationship, just wanting to enjoy my life. Anyway, we smooth things over, I make some brunch, ok lunch really by that time. Dean wakes up, we all laugh and talk together. Watch a movie together. Switch to music. Start drinking, Dean of course rolls up a joint, puts a tray on the table. James side eyes a little, again straight laced, but accepts it. We have a fun time just hanging out. I spend that night in James’ bed.

Yeah yeah, screwing one guy one night, a different the next, what a whore, women shouldn't behave like that yada yada whatever. You may also be wondering which I prefer. Ok I mentioned Dean, god he could spend an hour with his face and hands between your legs, to the point where not only do you have no idea what is going on outside, but you have no idea what your own fucking name is. But he didn’t have something that James did. Dean was a very easy go lucky guy, made me the center of his attention in bed, but he wasn’t the type to be forceful, powerful, be in control. I was in control with him. He was never the throw you down on the bed type, pull your hair type. You know the type. James was much more an alpha type, and very much like that in the bed room. Both types are great.

A big reason why I hate commitment, I very much like both. Sometimes I want to be in control, sometimes I want some equal partnership, sometimes I like it rough and want to be thrown down, I want my hair pulled. It is one of the big reasons that I really struggle with monogamy. It seems like most people don’t switch gears like that, thus two different men were generally a roll I fell in. One a more submissive man and one a more dominant man.

So yes I spent that night enjoying a rough hard fucking. Actually, very rough, even more so than most nights with him. If you asked me which man I cum more often with, that would be Dean, but there is something intoxicating, a rush, with be the subject of power. As I write this a feel a rush. As I wrote about Dean, I feel well dang I’d like to spend hours doing that again, but it isn’t the same rush.

Anyway, wake up the next day, I shower (and ok after every shower I do at least a little makeup, I feel more naked without eyeliner than without clothes lol) I grab one of James t-shirts, as well, don’t want day three in the same outfit. Again, throw together some food. We see what is on TV. We start drinking. Dean passes a joint, and surprise surprise, James actually joins in. We decide to have a toga party, so we are all wearing sheets. Yeah, cheesy I know, but come on, we haven’t been outside in over 2 days now. I end up handcuffed to prove I can easily switch cuffs from behind my back to in front, which I did.... Of course. well I did have to ditch the toga, though it sure seemed hysterical watching me continue to get caught in the sheet. And they wouldn’t give me the key for a while, but hands up front so not all bad. The party continues. And another surprise is James joins Dean and I with the table party favors. Again, that is a first from Mr Straight Laced. I guess though as time continues to pass living outside of the real world, free of responsibilities, no where you can go, maybe you indulge in ways you wouldn’t normally in the real world. I mean snow was just stopping, life still wouldn’t be dug out for days.

And yeah break time for me. Hope to cover at least the following day or two soon.

I read this and the wind JUST picked up!



And sweet dupa!!

 

[Shyguy1369]

yeah, it was a great week, and yes several different types on men out there, and I do enjoy most of them.

and thank you

Great part two to the week. You make wish I could spend a weekend with you... though you may bore of me, so maybe at least a full 24 hours together. Just so I can enjoy your amazing body for as long as possible.