Thanking Santa for my Baby...  

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12/24/2005 11:48 pm

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Thanking Santa for my Baby...


Well, it's officially Xmas day and I'm officially alone as Lori is off visiting family for the holidays while I babysit our animals. Since I'm missing her so much while I sit here and wade through hour upon hour of our homemade porn, I thought I'd jot down some thoughts about my baby and why I'm a damn lucky SOB to have her.

As most people reading this probably don't know her, first a little physical description. She is a beautiful lady from Norwegian stock: 5'8" and 130 pounds of gorgeous long red hair, sweet smile, with fantastic natural breasts topped with super-sensitive nipples, a trimmed and tasty red-haired pussy and a "come-fuck-me" ass that I just can't leave alone... and wouldn't even if I could.

We met online just shy of 10 years ago, and I mean just shy, as it will be 10 years on December 27th. She and her friends were in a chatroom playing the Fuck-You game (which simply put is finding an arbitrary target and busting their balls until they finally blow their stack and say "Fuck You" as part of their retort). I was wasting time in the chatroom while downloading some files requested by callers to my BBS (an ancient term for most of you).

Now I am without question most shy fella on the face of the earth. However, I've always made that work for me. If you see me in a bar, I'm the guy standing alone quietly waving to the regulars, sipping my drink and basically leaving the ladies alone. Fortunately, a lot of women find that interesting and will strike up a conversation.

Anyhow, I'm watching this group of people ripping away (in their opinion, viciously) and every now and then, just to see my name flash by, I'd make an offhand comment about something going on. Lori pops off a line to everyone about whether they're watching my thread and how she finds my remarks to be terribly cruel and frickin' hilarious.

After a few days of chatting it just seemed completely right for us to meet and see if we liked each other as much in person. She hops a plane from New York to meet me in Dallas for a 3-day weekend. We've exchanged the obligatory pics, but c'mon... especially you guys out there. How often do the pics and the actual person look anything alike? Short answer... not fuckin' often.

So I'm standing at the gate and wondering WHAT exactly is going to come off the plane. And lo' and behold... she looks like her picture and that was a WAY GOOD THING! Yeah, okay... if that makes me shallow, then call me shallow.

Several sweet kisses later, followed by a short walk to the car and the weekend begins. Tune in tomorrow for all the juicy details...

Merry Christmas everyone!

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