Here on the east coast, we are bracing for a significant snow event today and tomorrow. Certain areas in the southeast and mid-Atlantic have already been impacted by this coastal storm. By midday tomorrow, a large portion of the population on the east coast will be in the midst of digging out and dealing with this storm and its after effects. As I write this, I am certain the local supermarkets' supplies of milk, bread and soup are nearly exhausted. Nothing like a little snow storm to send people scrambling to the store to stock up for the impending end of travel. I don't follow that little ritual and I don't generally shop on Black Friday other. But I do find big storms very sexy. Of course, when lived briefly in the Midwest and we were exposed to when seemingly appeared to be daily blizzards, I lost my love for the white stuff. And when left the Land of Lincoln for the sunny shores of Peach State, we also left our snow blower behind. I am feeling remorse for the decision, and even today, several years later, I have no replaced my dependable snow blower, feeling as if I had lost a loyal pet that I could not replace. I may rethink this position and I nearly did last year after all of that snow. Today we are looking at somewhere between 6" and perhaps a bit more than a foot of the white stuff. Given the temperature and humidity level, I suspect and have heard that it will be relatively dry. So, shoveling should not be so excruciatingly painful and really can be put off until manna. Which brings me back to storms. I find them sexy. It can be a tropical storm or a Nor'easter. I find these little gifts from above to be very sexy. I like to stay in and play or go out and get into a little trouble at the local tavern, revelling with others in the integrity of our Gore Tex and own sheer abilities to circumnavigate the neighborhoods wrought by high winds, driving rains and snow drifts. Today will be no different. I will entice Ally to venture out with me for some supplies. I think a case or two of beer maybe in order. I have a certain seasonal brew on my mind today. And then secure in our knowledge that we can survive for at least a day, stop by a pub for a quick pop of our favorite beverages. Perhaps while we are out we will engage others like us, who brave the elements so we walk around in our sturdy stylish footwear and Christmas sweaters and make new friends. Ah, new friends in a snow storm. Such events in my life have led to life long friends and a couple of very sexy and memorable encounters.
I am a happily married guy with an incredibly sexy and fun wife. This blog is not about Ally or our crazy fun times together. This is my own little space for posting of pictures that interest me, commenting on topical issues of the day, making irrelevant comments and just maybe, letting a little bit of me peak out into internet by way of blog land. I am making an effort to keep this blog “clean” and non offensive. I am certain that there will be no cohesive theme by which one can label this blog other then perhaps as irrelevant. So that is why I inaccurately titled this blog as such.
We are a happy and fun married couple. My wife Ally, is a very sexy, beautiful 30 year old. She is also a Hotwife.
I am going to use this blog to share those events in our life's that need to be shared. And we do share. Ally and I started playing with others about four years ago. Initially, it was a warm weather thing and remained so for four years. Every summer, the temperature would rise and so would Ally's desire to play with other men and women. At first, it was limited to college guys and lifeguards. Last year, she expanded her flirting and play to older married guys. But it was always a summer only thing. This past autumn, she expanded her play to co-workers, both married and single, younger and older. And most recently she added a random encounter to her list of men.
I hope you enjoy our experiences. And we love reading your comments. Feel free to let us know what you think.