Licking butt

From: Sassy Girl
Subject: Two things 
Date: July 2, 2011 11:06:30 PM EDT
To: Phil
Hiya,
Saw two things today that cried out “send me to Philip”  
1) A new word
A quote from my friend in San Francisco
“My new favorite word: awesomeslaw. As in, “Consistently feminist men 
are made of awesome. With awesome sauce. And a side of awesomeslaw.” 
I may or may not have coined the word, but I plan to use it widely. :-)”
You are made of awesome. 
With awesome sauce. 
And a side of awesomeslaw.  🙂
2) A photo

3 Letters

Saturday, July 2, 2011
7:15 am Good morning!  66 and sunny.  Hope you have a special Saturday!  Cute niece photos!
9:08 am Phil: LOL.  🙂
9:14 am Fun pix!  Hope your niece didn’t hit you.  We both got niece time yesterday!  What’s the plan today?

Rides

Friday, July 1, 2011
6:55 pm Good morning!  66 and beautiful.  Yay!  No office today!  Yay!  Off to zap #10 then seeing my niece for lunch.  Yay!  Happy July!
4:46 pm Phil: You too
4:46 pm Having fun?
5:02 pm Phil: Oh yeah!  Six Flags rides!  
5:04 pm Cool.  I wish I could ride… you. 🙂
10:13 pm Soft summer rain… sounds so soothing out the balcony door.  Lulling me to sleep.  Sleep well, sweet man.

Sassy Answers: Cutesy Names

Here’s another fascinating edition of “Sassy Answers” where I answer a question from one of my sweet readers instead of brightening Philip’s day.

With the advent of Kat’s Blog Chain Fun and blogging about Sassy’s Past, I have acquired a bunch of new readers!  Yay!  Sassy waves from Boston!  And these folks have questions.  Some very intimate questions.  But I will answer anyway!

Q.  Do you have cutesy pet names you call Philip in bed?

A.  No.

Honest!  I know a lot of folks use baby or honey or sweetie or snookems but I couldn’t find one that fit.  You may note in the early days of corresponding, I tried various pet names for him.  I tossed all sorts of adjectives and nouns into my messages – honey, sweetie, sugar, tiger, dear, darling… but the only one that stuck was kid.  Because I make him feel like a kid again.  And sometimes sweet man… because he is sweet, in so many ways!  You have to read along to see what he calls me.  But we don’t use anything in…the heat of the moment.  I break Christine Lavin’s cardinal rule and call him by his name!

So… fair is fair… tell me what you use as a special name for your dearest affair partner or wife or lover? Maybe I will find a new one that will work!

-S

Don’t Ever Call Your Sweetheart By His Name
Words and Music by Christine Lavin/Flip-A-Jig 
from the album Future Fossils 
Copyright 1986

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFzWtI6ySsU
song begins at 1:15

To look at me, you may not think that I’m a Femme fatale,
But I’ve got more boyfriends than I can count, you know I don’t mean pals
Well, there’s Andrew, Barney, Charlie, Dan, and Ed – to note a few.
I used to get their names mixed up, but now here’s what I do

I call them
Sweetheart, Babylove,
Angle face, Turtledove,
Honey pie, Sugar lamb,
Huggy bear, Lover man
To avoid any possible embarrassment or blame,
I never call my sweetheart by his name.

My girlfriend, Marcia’s quite a dish
She meets boys by the dozens,
She knows all the New York Jets,
Their brothers and their cousins
And each one thinks he is the one that she is crazy ’bout,
‘Cause at the crucial moment she’s been know to holler out

Ooooh
Sweetheart, Babylove,
Angle face, Turtledove,
Honey pie, Sugar lips,
Macho man, Motor hips
To avoid any possible embarrassment or blame,
She never calls her sweetheart by his name.

Some people think this is dishonest (no, no, no, no, no)
Some people think this isn’t right
But have you ever said “I love you, Thomas”
When Thomas was the boy you were in love with last night. (uh-oh)

Next time your sweetie calls you “Dear”
Maybe you should wonder,
Are they just trying to avoid a social blunder.
I’m not trying to make trouble, monogamy is grand,
But if it’s not your style better follow my plan

And call him
Sweeheart, Babylove
Angle face, Turtledove,
Honey pie, Sugar lamb,
Lover boy, Superman

Avoid any possible embarrassment or blame
Don’t ever call your sweetheart by his name.

Don’t ever call your sweetheart
(No never call you sweetheart)
Don’t ever call your sweetheart by his name.

June Skyline

Thursday, June 30
6:56 am Good morning!  64 and gorgeous!  Just like you. 🙂
Cleaners coming in 36 min, gotta pick up!
Off to a zap #9.
Have fun w/ your family.
9:10 am A better view of Cambridge and the Boston Science Museum

11:40 pm Hope your family got there easily and you’re having fun!

Best of my love

Emotions 
Best of My Love

Best Of My Love lyrics

Doesn’t take much to make me happy
and make me smile
Never never will I feel discouraged
Cause our love’s no mystery
Demonstrating love and affection
That you give so openly yeah
I like the way ya make me feel about you baby
Want the whole wide world to see

Chorus:
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you’ve got the best of my love

Goin’ in and out of changes
The kind that come around each day
My life has a better meaning
Love has kissed me in a beautiful way
And oh yea (my love, my love)
oh yea (my love, my love)
Oh you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you’ve got the best of my love

Whoa whoa, you’ve got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you’ve got the best of my love
Demonstrating sweet love and affection
That you give so openly yeah

The way I feel about ya baby can’t explain it
Want the whole wide world to see
Ohhh but in my heart
You’re all I need
You for me and me for you

ohhh, it’s growin’ every day ooooh
ohhh, oh oh oh oh oh
you’ve got the best of my love
ohhh, oh oh oh oh oh
you’ve got the best of my love
ohhh, givin’ you the best of my love
my love ohh my love
ohhh, givin’ you the best of my love
my love ohh oh yeah
ohhh, oh oh oh oh oh
you’ve got the best of my love

Healthy snack


Wednesday, June 29, 2011
7:29 am Phil: Morning girl.  Another pretty day.  Gearing up for the fourth of July celebration, preps  are in full swing.  Mom arrives tomorrow.  An old friend is here today and tomorrow and I am making Filet Mignon for diner tonight.  Should be a good day.  Have a great one!
8:16 am Good morning!  Murky 72, forgot to set my alarm, woke up 1 hr late, got out in 20 min!  Whee!  Waiting on zap #8 then off to the office.
8:18 am Have fun w/ your pal and scrumptious filet!
9:07 am Hawaiian shirt in a hospital bathroom
[photo of me in the Radiation Oncology bathroom]

9:20 am Cambridge, Boston’s Science Museum and the Charles River

6:03 pm Phil: Just washing up a bit.  Thought about this sexy girl I know
[photo of a sudsy very erect cock]
6:05 pm Ooh!  I was hoping for a filet photo, but this is much tastier looking! 🙂
6:13 am Phil: Nice and clean [photo of his clean lower body]
6:13 Phil: Hmmmmm [another very sexy photo]
6:13 pm Phil: Well it’s all beef
6:19 pm As a sign of my life (on a high protein diet to promote healing so I look up protein content of foods) I was thinking of swallowing something, and looked the protein content of semen! 
6:28 pm It’s a healthy snack! 🙂
6:31 pm You could put your mouth where my hand is… [photo of my breast]
6:41 pm Phil: Yes it is cums with a straw too! 
6:42 pm Phil: I could indeed
6:46 pm Damn you make me so hot… I want to suck on that straw so bad!
6:52 pm Phil:  🙂 
6:57 pm  Love seeing you smile… want to hear you moan, feel you pulse
6:58 pm Phil: Damn girl. Ppp
7:04 pm Wanna fuck your ass, put my tongue inside you and wiggle it around until you scream.
10:28 pm Do I tell you often enough that you make my life better?  You do!  Going to bed, pull a sheet over my naked body, and wish it was you!  Sweet dreams, kid.  <3
1:38 am Phil: Mmmmmm, you sexy thing, good night.
1:48 am Phil: I would moan, thrash and maybe scream

Dancing girl

Tuesday, June 28, 2011
9:00 am Boston’s Back Bay and the Charles River from the Red Line MBTA train

4:18 pm Phil: Did you drop off the planet?
4:29 pm Hiya, kid.
4:31 pm Yes.  You sent me so high. 🙂 🙂
4:46 pm Phil:  Oh stop!
4:46 pm Wanna dance?  La la la chicka boom!  You make me wanna swing my hips.  And put my hands on you.
4:47 pm oops… that’s not stopping.  Sorry.
4:54 pm But stopping is so hard!  And not fun!  What’re you doing?  Hope it’s grand!  Heading home now.
8:31 pm Bored.  What should I do next?
10:21 pm Dancing off to dreamland!  Seeing you moving to the beat.  Hold me close, sway.  Rock on, kid.

Sassy’s Past Part 5 – Same Time, Next Year

Welcome to the fifth part of my stories about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.

If you haven’t read the other parts and want to catch up on my exploits, click over to 

#6 – Bart
I was on a national charity board for several years.  We met each year in a different city far away to visit projects to see how the money was being spent.  At the first meeting when I was 22, I met a very diverse gang of seven people at dinner the first night.   We clicked – sharing stories, laughing, solving the problems of the world.

The second year the meeting was right after Martin dumped me, so I was in need of their comfort and support.  We hugged eagerly like long lost friends, talking as if we’d never been apart.  I ate with them, sat with them at meetings, and went to the bar with them at the end of each day.  On the first night, toward the end of the evening, I was chatting with two men in the hotel bar.  Though I did not drink, I found that much of the real business got done in the bar.  One guy went to the men’s room and I was left with Bart, a 50ish large animal veterinarian from the midwest.  He was very interesting.  Very different from me.  More than twice my age.  Married.  Staunch Republican conservative.  Never traveled except for his military service.  I was tall, thin, and busty with long dark hair.  He was a rolly-polly teddy bear with thinning hair.  I was a business lady from a big city.  He tended livestock on farms miles from the nearest town.  We disagreed about everything, but enjoyed it.  I understood my life better as I tried to explain it to him.

He asked me questions like, “How can you work in an office with men all day and not have sex with any of them?” that let me know just how foreign my life sounded to him.

“Do you have sex with the livestock?” I quipped back.  He chuckled and shook his head vehemently.

He leaned close to me and said, “I am smitten with you.”  I stared.  I had not caught any vibe from him at all.  “I thought about you all year,” he admitted.  I patted him on the hand.  I couldn’t think of anything to say because I was thinking, “Um… I didn’t notice you at all.”  Oops!  The other guy returned and the moment passed.

Bart sat next to me on a bus ride to a site visit the next day, and we argued all the way there and all the way back!  The last night, he walked me back to my hotel room.  And hugged me good-bye.  He started to walk away, then came dashing back and kissed me!   I was shocked.  I didn’t respond, but didn’t fight him.  He said good night and was gone.   He sent me a Christmas card, with only his signature.  I sent one back with my newsy holiday letter about my job and cats and church work.

We met again the third year.  We were inseparable.  Day and night.  So this is my first foray into the world of adultery.  He was not skilled in bed, and I didn’t know how to make it better.  But I could tell it meant the world to him, so I went along that year, and at the next two meetings.  He finished his time on the board and I thought we were done.  He cried as he saw me off to the plane.  He still sent me a birthday card and a Christmas card.

The next year, the meeting was in the Midwest, a few hours from him.  He called to invite me to see his place.  So I tacked a couple of extra days on to my trip, and drove down there.  He talked me into staying overnight in a nearby town.  And stayed with me until late in the evening.  Then he was gone.  I never saw him again.

He wrote me letters and called now and then, for my birthday or his.  The last time he called, I told him I had finally gotten married.  He congratulated me, said he had called to tell me he would not call again.  He had to stop.  That it was taking over his life.  I told him he could call when he needed to.  He said that would be every day!  I said I understood.

I got a Christmas card up until about five years ago.  I wondered if something happened to him, but found a photo of him online from some local event, so I knew he was still alive.  Thank goodness for nosy newsy local newspapers!

When I got cancer, I had a desperate urge to talk to him, to know if he was alive.  I tried to find him or his children on Facebook without any luck.  I had his phone number.  I called but his wife answered and I could not say anything.  I tried to think of a way to call back and ask for him.  But I couldn’t do it.

I wanted to tell him how much I appreciated his part of my life.  His wisdom and kindness.  For making me feel like the sexiest woman he had ever talked with.  He taught me to eat breakfast.  He taught me that age didn’t matter.  The political party, marital status, distance or time together… all that was not important.  That someone can seem completely incompatible and still be one of the most amazing friends you will ever have.

I googled him again as I wrote this blog entry and there’s an article about him celebrating his wedding anniversary.  On the day I was searching!  Spooky.  So I know he’s still alive!  I think of him often.   Thank you, Bart.  

“Same Time, Next Year”
Starring Alan Alda and Ellen Bustyn
1978


Stay tuned for Sassy’s Past: Part 6: The Adventures