January 22, 2017 Sunday
From: TimmyTIm
To: Sassy
Date: Sunday, January 22, 2017 11:38 AM
Subject: How I wish it were yesterday!
Sassy,
Oh how I wish it were yesterday! I loved our time together, only 5 hours was too short!
I am glad you had a great party yesterday, family is so important.
I loved your travel stories and will fill in the map when I get a second, though I’ve been overseas more. Planes make me fall asleep, so no flight lasts more than 10 minutes for me, drives the family crazy! This topic will give us something to talk about during those awkward, pregnant pauses when we meet.
We (most of the family) are watching football today and I’m doing stuff for work that I didn’t get to yesterday! I’m such a bad dog! So I will not be able to write anything too long, but would love any scrap you can throw my way!
I liked your syllabus for our encounters, you could be a teacher! Now I am going to break down those months into individual lessons. That is what teachers do!
Meeting One
(not Thursday, but if Thursday leads to oh, la-la)
Title: Our Bodies Meet And Greet
Goal: to show and learn about our bodies in a beautiful, non judgmental, intimate encounter (trist?). No one takes charge, so no one feels left out, it just unfolds naturally, beautifully with mutual understanding
First Activity: We kiss and explore each others mouth, tongues and those soft spots on the neck, ear lobes that drive each other crazy. Enjoy and revel in that first make out session. make it something to cherish for life. Our hands will run over our bodies feeling the curves, noting the ticklish spots, finding the squirm areas.
Second Activity: Then we slowly undress each other, drawn out, one at a time. Hugging and kissing and free roaming hands, but one can’t help the other remove any article of clothes. It will be slow with kisses, fanning the fires. We will enjoy and and take in our glorious nakedness in in all it’s beauty, imperfections and desire. but we will not touch the most intimate areas, not yet, we will wait, want and desire a little.
Third Activity: We will lie in the fire, side to side, naked and wanting more, oh so more… We will look into each others eyes and slowly let our hands travel down our heightened bodies to our most intimate areas and while gazing into the other’s eyes,; touch each other, study our reactions, touch and explore. Between our labored breathing we will tell each other what we like and how we want to be touched. It will be honest, open, beautiful. It will be positive and we will learn about each other and respect the power of our touches.
Fourth Activity: After we have touched and been touched and we burn for more, we will take turns going down and slowly making our bodies burn. We will remember what made us squirm at the beginning. Our mouths will explore our chest, nipples, our belly buttons, our pubic hair. Then we will explore and share our most private, sensitive areas of our body. We will give pleasure and receive pleasure, confident in each other to say what we want, need, desire.
Activity Five: We find release in anyway we want, no pressure, just fulfilment.
Activity Six; When we are done, we gaze into each others eyes, softly touching. No words, just take in the glow.
How do we assess the assignment (this is why I hate testing – it follows me everywhere): We plan our next trist.
Alternative Activity: We just rip off each others clothing and screw like bunnies!
Sorry, I will always be the eternal romantic. Does this sound like a plan! I will write later, like after the games are over. Tell me what you think. Next two I days are busy so if I am not as wordy as usual, it has nothing to do with my new best friend!
…….With a massage that leaves no tension!
Take care,
Tim
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTIm
Date: Sun Jan 22, 2017 at 12:33 PM
Subject: Re: How I wish it were yesterday!
Good afternoon T!
Here’s to a fun pre-game, game and post-game for you with the family! What are you eating? Drinking? Do you wear Pats t-shirts and whoop it up?
I just rolled out of bed. I’ve been up a couple of times already but kept going back to stay warm, cuddle with kitties and muse on the things you told me yesterday.
Did your wife and daughter have good things to say about the March? Sis regaled us with amazing tales of the sea of pink-hatted women pouring out of homes and streaming to the T together, singing on the subway, chanting and applauding and enjoying the speakers, and no cell phone service! My FB feed was full of people marching all over the world! It helped stem the sadness from Friday and energize them.
Your pedagogy and planning are stellar! I was fascinated to see how you took my outline and fleshed it out! (see what I did there?) I could easily follow it and yet kept thinking… that’s going to be tough the first time… we’re going to strip and shag like rabbits. And then I got the end of the lesson and BINGO! In theory we can circle back around for exploring… or save it for the next time. You are such a romantic! Please don’t be sorry for that.
I’d better get rolling… I will be thinking of you and how I could sit at your feet and distract you with my hands and mouth during the commercials!
-S
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTIm
Date: Sun Jan 22, 2017 at 2:08 PM
Subject: Literary Football Reference
Hiya T! Here’s a little snippet to make you smile and help John Henry have a nice moment.
Literary reference
(in honor of the football theme for today)
from Nancy Friday’s book “My Secret Garden: Women’s Sexual Fantasies.”
http://www.amazon.com/My-Secret-Garden-Womens-Fantasies/dp/0671019872/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1284128457&sr=1-1#reader_0671019872
“Tell Me What You’re Thinking About,” he said.
We are at this Baltimore Colt-Minnesota Viking football game,
and it is very cold. Four or five of us are huddled under a big glen plaid
blanket. Suddenly, we jump up to watch Johnny Unitas running toward the goal.
As he races down the field, we all turn as a body, wrapped in our blanket,
screaming with excitement. Somehow, one of the men – I don’t know who, and in
my excitement I can’t look – has gotten himself more closely behind me. I keep
cheering, my voice an echo of his, hot on my neck. I can feel his erection
through his pants as he signals me with a touch to turn my hips more directly
toward him. Unitas is blocked, but all the action, thank God, is still going
toward that goal and all of us keep turned to watch. Everyone is going mad.
He’s got his cock out now and somehow it’s between my legs; he’s torn a hole in
my tights under my short skirt and I yell louder as the touchdown gets nearer
now. We are all jumping up and down and I have to lift my leg higher, to the
next step in the bleachers, to steady myself; now the man behind me can slip it
in more easily. We are all leaping about, thumping one another on the back, and
he puts his arm around my shoulders to keep us in rhythm. He’s inside me now,
shot straight up through me like a ramrod; my God, it’s like he’s in my throat!
“All the way, Johnny! Go, go, run, run!” we scream together, louder
than anyone, making them all cheer louder, the two of us leading the excitement
like cheerleaders, while inside me I can feel whoever he is growing harder and
harder, pushing deeper and higher into me with each jump until the cheering for
Unitas becomes the rhythm of our fucking and all around us everyone is on our
side, cheering us and the touchdown…it’s hard to separate the two now.
It’s Unitas’ last down, everything depends on him; we’re racing madly, almost at our
own touchdown. My excitement gets wilder…almost out of control as I scream
for Unitas to make it as we do, so that all go over the line together. And as
the man behind me roars, clutching me in a spasm of pleasure, Unitas goes over
and I…
~~~~~
This passage is the start of the book. and in the next sentence,
her lover gets up, puts on his pants and leaves. It is the beginning of the end
of their relationship. So it’s a cautionary tale about being very careful who
you share your fantasies with.
I am so happy I can share with you!
-S
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Sun, Jan 22, 2017 5:33 PM
Subject: Re: How I wish it were yesterday!
Good afternoon T!
Here’s to a fun pre-game, game and post-game for you with the family! What are you eating? Drinking? Do you wear Pats t-shirts and whoop it up?
I just rolled out of bed. I’ve been up a couple of times already but kept going back to stay warm, cuddle with kitties and muse on the things you told me yesterday.
Did your wife and daughter have good things to say about the March? Sis regaled us with amazing tales of the sea of pink-hatted women pouring out of homes and streaming to the T together, singing on the Red Line, chanting and applauding and enjoying the speakers, and no cell phone service! My FB feed was full of people marching all over the world! It helped stem the sadness from Friday and energize them.
Your pedagogy and planning are stellar! I was fascinated to see how you took my outline and fleshed it out! (see what I did there?) I could easily follow it and yet kept thinking… that’s going to be tough the first time… we’re going to strip and shag like rabbits. And then I got the end of the lesson and BINGO! In theory we can circle back around for exploring… or save it for the next time. You are such a romantic! Please don’t be sorry for that.
I’d better get rolling… I will be thinking of you and how I could sit at your feet and distract you with my hands and mouth during the commercials!
-S
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From: TimmyTim
To: Sassy
Date: Sunday, January 22, 2017 5:09 PM
Subject: Re: How I wish it were yesterday!
Sassy,
Game is boring and how I wish I could answer all your questions! But I only have a second to spare and I wanted to spend it in a way you know I’m thinking of you! Sleep tight and have a great night! I too pondered all we talked about Saturday, and how lucky I feel!
Will read your story before bed! Don’t want to go back to the den with a raging hard on!
Kisses and hugs with no clothes on!
Take care,
Tim
Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Sun, Jan 22, 2017 8:03 PM
Subject: Re: How I wish it were yesterday!
Hiya T!
Hope this game is more exciting! Thanks for checking in.
On the outside, I had a calm day – got things done, took a nice nap, made beef stroganoff for supper! I’ve been craving it and can’t find it anywhere to order it on a menu, so I had to make it myself. On the inside, there was a riot of thoughts and hopes and fears, all centered around you and me and what is going to happen. Whee!
Sunday evenings are always rather blue for me, with the prospect of going back to work tomorrow and finding new ways to deal with my boss. Thank you for giving me other things to think about! Naked hugging will definitely take my mind to a lovely place. Mmm… mwah!
-S
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Sun, Jan 22, 2017 8:24 PM
Subject: Classical writer discussion
Hiya Tim!
I told my college friend the classics major what you said about your favorite classical writers. Here is her response:
“He sounds cute and smart. So, yes, Catullus, but he’d want to say Vergil if he thinks I’m being judgmental. Of course. Vergil is skilled and powerful, elegant and incisive, self-consciously competitive and ultimately highly significant. But if you like someone with an unvarnished soul, whose emotions are transparent even through the traditional poetic persona, a small-town boy caught up in the intrigues of urban life and tangled love, Catullus is your guy. Worldly and witty, yet sensitive–and so readable…. He’s a real favorite of mine. I went to his hometown in Italy on Lake Garda just to get a better sense of his love of the place. He died young (maybe at about 30), so it’s hard to know what he may have become if he’d written longer the way Vergil did. He certainly would have been even more prolific–if it didn’t cause him even more pain.
So, then your friend adds St. Augustine. Most people who read Confessions (which I have not, for perhaps obvious reasons) focus on the issue of the struggle with sin in a life of faith. I don’t know that I find this a confusing thing at all. Catullus is usually read quite early in classical education because many of the poems are short and syntactically straightforward, but many of them are also considered a bit racy for younger students–but that can also be just why some students like studying Latin! I taught Latin to a class of 9th graders once and they were certainly motivated to get to the “good stuff!” I read a lot of stuff that one might not think of as representing a “healthy” lifestyle–or even a healthy way of talking about it. Perhaps to some, Augustine would provide a reasonable counterpoint or evolution of thought.”
So what do you make of that? I think she liked your answers, but she is so smart it’s often hard for me to tell. She graduated summa cum laude, where I only managed cum laude.
I was so relieved she didn’t say, “Oh no! Run away! Run far away!” Ha ha. I wonder if there are any writers you could have named that would have produced that result.
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This reminds me of another story. One of my AM men wanted to meet my mother. People were like, “How can you do that? What are you going to tell her he is?”
“Mom… this is my friend Kris. He’s from NH.” Heh.
So we went to the Ninety-Nine for lunch and had a lovely time. She flirted with him! I had never seen her do that. It was a revelation! I made the mistake of leaving them alone for 4 minutes while I went to the women’s room. When I came back they had their heads together giggling. I looked from one to the other, but they just smiled.
Later in the car, Kris said, “Your mom is a gas. She told me a big secret about you.” My eyes widened… she must have liked him to do that. Then I began to worry about what she might have said.
“She told me you are very smart. I told her I know. She said you don’t let on most of time, and asked if you had told me you were Phi Beta Kappa?”
I laughed so hard. Of all the things she might have spilled about me… it is something I never bring up! But thankfully relatively harmless. He kidded me about it now and then.
He said he shared a secret with her. Something he had not told me! I felt a little envious! He must have really liked her too.
Mom is gone, so I had to tell you this big secret myself.
-S