Late HNT and to My Gorgeous Wife

This is the date of the best 16 years of my life. Yes there are times I have screwed up really bad. There are times that I am a complete asshole. To this woman who has given me her love unconditionally. I LOVE YOU. I love you more today than ever. I will love you more every day for the next 16 years.


Thank you for all the great times and even the bad. We have grown together through all of those. I would marry you all over again tomorrow and another 16 years form now. Just think one day we will be sitting on our front porch and rocking some grandbabes watching your chickens peck. Ok a little side note here, you are a sexy MO FO G-Ma BTW. Ok now to continue. I love you again my love and you never forget that. Never forget that I love you and will always love you. Kisses to you my love and Happy Anniversary.



So now to the HNT I did not get up.

Another Year Gone

Well this is the time of year when I get one year older. Wait a minute this is not to beg or see how many people I can get to tell me Happy Birthday, so with that being said. I get to stop and reflect on a few things in the past year and try to decide or make goals on where I want to be and do this time next year. So bear with me while I think out loud.

The last year I have not always made things very easy for Kitty. This is something I regret. I regret this in a big way. This woman has never done anything but give me her unconditional love, love like alot of people only dream about. At times I have taken that for granted and thought of bailing out. WTF was I thinking about. This woman is the most important thing to me in my life and will be forever. So in the next year I will be trying to make her much more happy in all aspects of her life.

At times I have not been a really awesome dad. Like to tired to go out and play catch, game cube, playstation 1 or II. Gameboy, fishing. (I know what your thinking this child is spoiled all the little extras he has. Yes all my kids are spoiled. His own satellite to watch whatever he wants, dvd, you get the picture.) So in the next year I want to and will take more time for the boy.

There are also certain things that I want to do. Take more time off for just me and Kitty, and Kitty, boy wonder and, I. Like last year we all went away to the lake for 4 days. That was awesome. No phones, no bills, no work, no...well you get the picture. It was wonderful. I think we need to try to make more time at least once a year to get away and forget the everyday life. Recharge ourselves and live, laugh and love.

WOW at the ripe young age of 4? I guess now is the time. I want to also say thank you to all of you who have been here for all the erotic stories pics and friend ship. All the nice comments left and fun we have all had. As the title says let loose a little.

Bye for now see you hopefully tomorrow..No wait I get the day off from writing tomorrow. It is my day to take it off.....

First Date

I guess before the story of the first date I should give a little history. Kitty and I litterally grew up together. She lived 3 doors down the street from us. We were 10 and 11 at the time. So yeah we have known each other for quite some time now. Now 30 years later we are married. And now to the first actual date. T a friend of mine and I was crusin around our old town of H,ville. At the time we both lived in KC. A group of friends of ours was playing at a little bar south of here. So we was down to watch and drink a few cold fellas. As we were driving around we see Kitty, we stopped and asked if she wanted to go with us to the bar tonight. She said sure she would get another friend of hers to go also. Actually the friend I was with, was wanting to get in her shorts and was hoping to be with her. We exchanged phone numbers to call and set it all up later. When she called, she reinerated that she was going but she was going to be with me. I said ok. T was not real pleased with this, but this was the way it was going to be.

Later that night we all met at Kitty's house and away we went. I drove her car, T and P in the back seat. We arrive at the bar and started our evening of drinking a few dances and listening having a great time. As the night progresses Kitty is on tables dancing and drinking out of pitchers. Who's pitchers you ask? She did not really care at this point. She then tells me that she needs another drink and I tell her I was broke and out of money. Was not actually the truth, but at this point This is all she was getting. I thought she was with me and it turns out we all knew everyone there and she was drinking with everyone and left me and T at table by ourselves. Sothere for they could buy her drinks.

I look up a little later and Kitty is at the bar with Fat Pat, they are drinking tequilla shots. I tell T, I am ready to go. He tells P that we are leaving and she goes to retrieve Kitty. Kitty tells her He ain't going anywhere we are in her car. When P arrives back at table and tells me this. I reply come on we are leaving. On the way past Kitty and Fat Pat I tell her we are leaving and she then tells me It is her car and she is not ready to leave. Kitty forgot who drove and I wiggle keys at her and tell her we are leaving. She downs her last shot and here she comes.

This is where the story picks up.....

As we walk outside T is trying to hold P up and having a hell of a time doing so I might add. Kitty is not walking to well herself. We get to car and I am, at this point, holding her up. I turn to unlock the doors and turn to let her in. She is gone. "Hey T, where in the hell did she go?" As I turn, I see her. We parked next to a truck with at least 38 inch tires if not bigger. A monster truck of sorts. Poor Kitty is in the fetal position inside the wheel of this damn truck. I bend down to get her on her feet again and let T and P in car. I turn back around to get Kitty in car and she is in truck wheel a second time. Yeah, she was ready for bed. The tequilla was kicking her ass. I stand her up and move her around door so I could hold her and the door at same time. Down she goes a third time. I finally get her in the car and away we go. The trip down to this little bar took almost 20 minutes to get there. Keep this in mind as you continue to read.

We are leaving bar around 12:00 maybe a little later but not much. We stop at a all night store to get T and I some more beer, I am still not out of money yet. P has to vomit. T is hanging on to her pants while she pukes out of the door. I go in to get beer and away we go again. I get almost a mile down the road and P is hollaring I have to stop she needs to puke again. I pull over and T assumes the position of hangin on to her while she is puking. Kitty is passed out oblivious to all. I tell T we are taking the back roads home. About 3 miles later T is hanging on to her pants again. As we start to get closer to H,ville Kitty wakens yelling at the top of her lungs," I have to get my baby, I have to get my baby. Promise me you will get my baby" I try to tell her we will get her baby. "Stop I have to puke," from the back seat again. "You have to get my baby." she is frantic at this point, screaming and crying. All I can think is What the fuck have I gotten myself into. Is this worth a piece of ass? We are about 10 minutes from town and I hear again, "I have to puke."

I get to Kitty's cousins house to retrieve baby before Kitty looses it and tries to drive us there herself. As we turn down street to get the BABY, "I have to puke again" "Jesus Christ, P can you not make it to the fucking house," I ask. "I have to puke." "You have to get my baby. Are you going to get my baby?" I am officially thinking to myself this had better be the best lay I have ever had in my life. The anticipation was killing me to find out. Then I think she is to drunk to fuck. FUCK, I got screwed out of that now. I pull in driveway and Kitty is out and walking, staggering to the door, T is hanging on to pants again. I am follwing her. I carry the BABY out to car wrapped up in blanket. Get Kitty in car and lay him in her lap. Away we go again. At approximately 2:30 we get to Kitty's house. I carry the BABY inside and put him in bed. One more fucking time I hear, "I have to puke." I now feel like puking myself, from listening to her all night. T and P walk down hall and into bedroom. I have no Idea where in the hell Kitty went. I am looking for her though. I hear are you coming in here She is in bed. Hell yeah I am. I get undressed and she still has all her clothes on. I start to play with her a little and as the song would say, "Tequilla makes her clothes fall off." We have a great night of love making and yeah it was well worth the hell I endured all night. Actually yeah it was the best.

Mornig comes and I hear from the bathroom, "what the fuck did you do to me last night?" I reply," what are you talking about." "My fucking head hurts and I have a bruise on my earlobe, and a knot on head also. What did you do to me?" I am laughing histerically at this point. This I think pisses her off. "I did nothing that you did not enjoy." "Where did the bruise on my earlobe come from and the knot on my head?" I explain to poor Kitty the little relationship she and the truck wheel had for a good 10 minutes last night. She thinks I am lying and I have done something to her. Then I hear,"Nope you could not stand up very well and he had to practically carry your ass to car," T says. "Thnks buddy." We are all sitting in front room and Here comes Kitty, she has a pair of jeans on and a black sports bra on. I am thinking I need to take her back to bed. Then the BABY comes out of room to see his house full of people. From that point on, basically I was in love, and so the story continues into fifteen years of marriage and I love her as much today as I did that night. Well after I got her away from Fat Pat.

So there is the story of the first meeting and date of Kitty and Tiger. I guess a post on the actual love making should follow huh. WE will get to that later.

Grown Men Cry Sometimes

Well My Favorite artist says, and I quote, Grown men don't cry. Tim McGraw, " I don't know why they say grown men don't cry." Well a little more about me and I am not sure why I even bring this up here for everyone to see and comment. This might be he dumbest thing I have ever done. BUT OH well here we go.


My dad has been sick lately, he had pneumonia(I think that is how you spell it) Well now it is gone and still having problems. He went to a specialist today and well not good I should say. They are treating hm for asthma. Then to top it off, they find a lump or a knot on his lung and between his lungs. Yeah, maybe nothing. Probably nothing. Or is it, I guess we will not know for sure for awhile. I guess the news is bad enough to upset me. Could it be something, cancer, hell I don't you know. I only know for some reason it hit me really wrong today and all I wanted to do was cry and feel sorry for myself and dad.

I guess this is where I should add the, or a Little history. My dad is an alcoholic. Has not drank a drop for 25+ years, but once an alcoholic always one. It took me a long time to admit I loved him and NOW I can say that. A few years ago he pissed me off and I did not talk to him for about 1 year. Now all that is gone and now I hear that, well, he has a lump on his lung, or between them. He was not alot of info today, for the fist time he did not want to tell me about his ailment. This concerned me too. Not like him to not talk about it. I am thinking I don't know the whole story yet. So maybe that is good huh, or is it him not wanting to tell me the truth just yet.

My grandfather was my best friend and my dad for alot of years, I still miss him alot and wish he was here to talk to from time to time. I need to talk to him right now. But he is not here, this makes me want to be puss also. Now I love my dad and he might not be here long now also. What the fuck is going on here. Sometimes guys just need a guy to talk to. I love my wife more than life but sometimes guys just need to talk to guys and, it seems like today all of mine is gone or might be leaving me. So yeah, sometimes grown men cry.

Thank You for Listening. I guess the religious freak that has posted on some of your blogs, should do the right thing now and keep dad in his prayers tonight huh. Would be better than judging us for some of our stories we post here.

So for the record, yeah sometimes GROWN MEN CRY.