Needless to say, I love my wife and I love my family. My date was fabulous, and Deb's feeling much better now.

Playing with Sara last night was just incredible. We did a sort of Part II to our Julian/Eleanor scene on Sunday. Their relationship is developing in a way that we didn't really predict. But that's part of the fun of these extemporaneous scenes. Anything can happen.

What's been developing is a little too complex to go into in detail without a long string of dialog that I'd be trying to type out from memory. And I sort of feel like it's getting more personal than I'm willing to share in intimate detail.

Basically, Eleanor has surrendered to Julian. He's won her over. It's not just attack-and-ravage anymore. And he likes it. What's an anti-hero to do?

That's sort of where we are with it right now. Julian's never been in this situation before, and he doesn't know if he can trust it, or her. But the sex is still amazing, so ... no complaints here.

Note to self: Switch over to thinner, longer, black dick for awhile and see how that goes. Hank is too fat for a comfortable blow job.

Anyway, my ass muscles hurt today. It could've been the power walk yesterday morning that did it. But I was one booty-humping love piston last night, and that's a way more fun explanation for aches and pains.

One of the positions we were in last night, which happens to be one of my favorites, generally works some muscles I'm not used to using day-to-day. I'm finding it hard to describe without painting the wrong picture.

Imagine sitting back on your heels. Your knees are on the bed, your toes are on the bed, your ass is on your heels. But then go flatter than that. You spread your feet further apart until your knees are on the bed, your ass is on the bed, and the tops of your feet are touching the bed. Then imagine this incredibly sexy woman, wet and ready, kneeling with her back to you, spreading her own legs to either side of yours, and backing down on to your rigid cock.

You can wrap your arms around her. You can fondle and twist and pinch her nipples. You can kiss her neck and run your hands all over her body. You can grab a fistful of her hair. You can control the pace, or you can let her fuck herself as you watch.

In a moment you can be up on your knees, one hand on her shoulder, one on her hip as she buries her face in the covers, reveling in the sight of your cock slamming in and out and the feel of her cunt contracting tighter and tighter until you know you're gonna blow.

Worth a little bit of butt soreness, don't you think?

Tonight is family dinner night. I don't know who's cooking yet. But it doesn't really matter. It's the company I care about.

Deb and I are planning a date for Wednesday night, too. Maybe we'll have sex, eat dinner, and then read to each other.

Jake will probably join us for dinner on Thursday. We'll eat Deb's fabulous cooking, laugh over goofy stuff and watch "Gilmore Girls."

I'll have a night to myself on Friday to be slovenly and eat nachos.

I can't even imagine a more perfect life.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

Where the hell have I been? - 12:10 p.m. , 2007-02-19

Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11