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In my way of thinking there is no other day on the calendar that should be as important to you personally or mean more to you than your BIRTHDAY. With out this day your very existence would cease to be and your life would have never occurred. In some cases the world would have been a better place with a lack thereof.
The year was 1965. Gas was thirty one cents a gallon. Milk was ninety five and you could get a loaf of bread for less than a quarter (.21). Sonny and Cher first appeared on t.v. as did Green Acres, Capt. Kirk, Hogans Hero's, Wild Wild West, I dream of Jeanie, Days of our Lives, Get Smart, Lost in Space and A Charlie Brown Christmas. The Jets signed Joe Namath and Cassius Clay changed his name and the Gateway Arch is completed. Diet Pepsi and Mini Skirts first appear and Kelloggs creates Pop Tarts.
Not sure how the weather was that day, but the one hundredth and eleventh day is my special day. April 21st. My dad was sawing logs in the bedroom while my mom was on the couch. She yelled out to my dad for help. To no avail. A few minutes later after only seven months in the womb. I made my world debut. She had my dads attention then. along with the rest of the neighborhoods as the ambulance with the siren whaling came to a stop in front of the orange brick home. I would spend the first two months of my existence in an incubator.
When i was a little k** growing up all the k**s in the neighborhood got to have birthday parties. Not my sister or me. In hindsight i don't blame my parents at all. All the heathens from the hood would descend upon the residence of the unfortunate parents who made the mistake of inviting any of us. This is when and where we started getting referred to as "The corner boys". Wild and crazy times with a little property destruction mixed in was the norm.
As for my family we celebrated by the whole family going out to eat together. Cake and ice cream once we returned home. As we got older the birthday boy or girl got to choose the restaurant.
My favorite birthday and the one i was most happy was when i was in the third grade. My mom and dad took only me to Western Auto to pick out a new bike. It was great. No sister around to rain on my parade. My parents each held my hand as we walked through the parking lot. Occasionally lifting me up in the air to avoid a hazard. I kept moving my feet like i was walking through the air. I was so happy. I ended up getting a three speed yellow huffy with thumb gear shift on the handle bars. It had a package / book Bar coming off the seat post that attached to the rear rim, It was a big k**s bike and i had the only one like it in the subdivision.
It has been all down hill since then. I didn't even get a gift two years in a row. Not even going out to eat. My mom could tell i was upset and disappointed so she tried to make it up to me by fixing a great dinner and baking me a cake. Not just any cake but German chocolate cake with rich chocolate icing. Man that cake was good. After everybody else had went to bed and i watched t.v. i decided to have another piece and a big glass of milk. And another piece and another. Next thing i know i have eaten half the cake. Got sicker than a dog. Puked and puked. Till this day not a cake fan. Pies became the norm.
When i got married i threw my wife a surprise 21st birthday and it rocked. I remember telling her my thoughts on birthdays and how important it was to me that she have a great one and the fact that i was thirty and never had had a birthday party. Think she took the hint? Hell no.
Needless to say when my next birthday rolled around and she didnt even want to have a small get together i was pretty disappointed. I learned my lesson though.I dont let others perception or beliefs about birthdays have ant effect on me. It is the number one day of the year for me on my personal calendar.
Some people like to hide their date from co workers and such. Not me. And when i go out to celebrate at a bar or restaurant i am going to try and get me a free birthday drink from the house. I make the most out of my birthday. It doesn't matter if i am by myself or not.
A couple of years after my divorce my special day was coming into view when i got asked out by a friend who i had hooked up with a few times before. She wanted us to go out sat night with her and two other co-worker couples. Checking out a new night spot in town with a chic who could suck start a Harley and had the most beautiful tits sounded like a game plan to me. The other couples seemed pretty cool and nice but..... the work conversation was starting to get a little old. I focused on a couple L.I.T's until the band came on.
My date asked me if everything was cool and i assured her it was and to carry on. I noticed the other couples looking at us as she reached in her purse and pulled out a hair brush. Her hair was about mid back in length and the way we turned to view the band up on stage i was over her left shoulder. She ran her brush through her hair and about knocked my drink over as some detached hair floated down to the floor.
Watch it i said kind of loudly drawing stares from the group.
Why don't you brush my hair?
That's alright.
Go ahead.... brush it. I want you to.
ehh. I don't really want to.
SHE turned and looked at me with fire in her eyes and with a stern voice said BRUSH IT as she handed me the brush.
I took the brush from her and as i started to run it through her hair i made eye contact with the guy sitting across and closest to me. The look on his face carried several emotions in it from one end of the spectrum to the other. It was Priceless and i must admit i was a little shocked to find myself brushing her hair with a bulge in my pants. She had called me out and i submitted to her right in front of everybody. She reached back and grabbed a handful of hard cock, smiled with a shit eating grin and thanked me. It wasn't to long before we were out of there.
We went to an old historic Hotel that was known for its partying. We had a drink and decided to get another one for the walk to the room. We ended up in a stairwell and accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to get to our room. Somehow we then found ourselves outside in the cold. And it was cold. I was tripping. She was as drunk as i was but at least she half way knew how to navigate the way to our room.
We got in the room and there were two beds. You want to push them together she said and i was like nah we can fuck in one and sleep in the other.
She yanked my pants down and started sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow. We heard some people in the room next to us knocking boots and that just fueled the fire between us. I want you to fuck me she said and fuck me like a bitch. like that bitch that embarrassed you in the bar. We both had a flash back to the look on that guys face. we laughed as i grabbed a handful of my hard dick lined up the tip of my head in the center of her drenched pussy and shoved it all the way in. she let out a yell and i paused for a second before doing it again. I fucked her every which way but loose.
The headboard started banging against the wall. The people in the next room banged on the wall a couple of times. I slowed down to keep the peace but then i had to change positions to doggie style . She reached back and started playing with and squeezing my package. I lost it. I grabbed her by the hair of her head on each side and yanked backwards. She screamed out OH GOD FUCK ME..... FUCK ME. I was grunting and moaning and carrying on. I heard something about calling security as she yelled out DONT STOP DONT STOP OH GOD YES FUCK ME FUCK ME i knew i couldn't take much more and then i heard IIIII ohhh GOD YES IM COMING DONT STOP. i didn't until i was finished with one of the best orgasms ever in my life. I collapsed onto the bed in a puddle of sweat and love juice everywhere from my squirting friend. I nodded off but was awaken by a knock at the door. I heard her say we are sleeping. She shut the door and touched me said lets switch beds. I crawled into the other bed in the pitch black room and we both were asleep before our heads hit the pillow.
We woke up the next morning and i used the rest room. She went after me and that gave me a chance to survey the room and we absolutely destroyed it. There were no pillows on the bed. The mattress was angled kind of caddy corner with opposite ends hanging off the box springs and the comforter and blanket looked like they had been twisted up by a tornado. She walked out of the bathroom and said omg and stopped dead in her tracts. Look at that mattress she said. do you think we ought to straighten up? I was like fuck it we only got about ten minutes till check out.
My head was hurtin and i was feeling rough as a cob and so was she. She bought me breakfast for my birthday and said she hoped i enjoyed it. I told her it was the best one ever and we parted ways. That was my 35th and the gold standard as far as the measuring stick of fun on my birthday is concerned.
I have had mostly pleasant and low key birthdays since then with the focus shifting towards enjoying it with my two k**s. They are older now, graduated and have their own things going on. The family tradition continues to this day with THE BIRTHDAY BOY OR GIRL picking where we all go out to eat and that is great. But it only last a couple of hours and Then what?
My point being Your birthday should be like a custom designed holiday that enables you the opportunity to celebrate and have the fun that You want. Not what someone else wants. It is only one day out of the year. Shouldn't everybody feel special and have the right to do things their way on their birthday? I will do my best when involved with someone to ensure a memorable day to whomever that person may be. Why? Because it is no ordinary day. It is your day. Your BIRTHDAY
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The year was 1965. Gas was thirty one cents a gallon. Milk was ninety five and you could get a loaf of bread for less than a quarter (.21). Sonny and Cher first appeared on t.v. as did Green Acres, Capt. Kirk, Hogans Hero's, Wild Wild West, I dream of Jeanie, Days of our Lives, Get Smart, Lost in Space and A Charlie Brown Christmas. The Jets signed Joe Namath and Cassius Clay changed his name and the Gateway Arch is completed. Diet Pepsi and Mini Skirts first appear and Kelloggs creates Pop Tarts.
Not sure how the weather was that day, but the one hundredth and eleventh day is my special day. April 21st. My dad was sawing logs in the bedroom while my mom was on the couch. She yelled out to my dad for help. To no avail. A few minutes later after only seven months in the womb. I made my world debut. She had my dads attention then. along with the rest of the neighborhoods as the ambulance with the siren whaling came to a stop in front of the orange brick home. I would spend the first two months of my existence in an incubator.
When i was a little k** growing up all the k**s in the neighborhood got to have birthday parties. Not my sister or me. In hindsight i don't blame my parents at all. All the heathens from the hood would descend upon the residence of the unfortunate parents who made the mistake of inviting any of us. This is when and where we started getting referred to as "The corner boys". Wild and crazy times with a little property destruction mixed in was the norm.
As for my family we celebrated by the whole family going out to eat together. Cake and ice cream once we returned home. As we got older the birthday boy or girl got to choose the restaurant.
My favorite birthday and the one i was most happy was when i was in the third grade. My mom and dad took only me to Western Auto to pick out a new bike. It was great. No sister around to rain on my parade. My parents each held my hand as we walked through the parking lot. Occasionally lifting me up in the air to avoid a hazard. I kept moving my feet like i was walking through the air. I was so happy. I ended up getting a three speed yellow huffy with thumb gear shift on the handle bars. It had a package / book Bar coming off the seat post that attached to the rear rim, It was a big k**s bike and i had the only one like it in the subdivision.
It has been all down hill since then. I didn't even get a gift two years in a row. Not even going out to eat. My mom could tell i was upset and disappointed so she tried to make it up to me by fixing a great dinner and baking me a cake. Not just any cake but German chocolate cake with rich chocolate icing. Man that cake was good. After everybody else had went to bed and i watched t.v. i decided to have another piece and a big glass of milk. And another piece and another. Next thing i know i have eaten half the cake. Got sicker than a dog. Puked and puked. Till this day not a cake fan. Pies became the norm.
When i got married i threw my wife a surprise 21st birthday and it rocked. I remember telling her my thoughts on birthdays and how important it was to me that she have a great one and the fact that i was thirty and never had had a birthday party. Think she took the hint? Hell no.
Needless to say when my next birthday rolled around and she didnt even want to have a small get together i was pretty disappointed. I learned my lesson though.I dont let others perception or beliefs about birthdays have ant effect on me. It is the number one day of the year for me on my personal calendar.
Some people like to hide their date from co workers and such. Not me. And when i go out to celebrate at a bar or restaurant i am going to try and get me a free birthday drink from the house. I make the most out of my birthday. It doesn't matter if i am by myself or not.
A couple of years after my divorce my special day was coming into view when i got asked out by a friend who i had hooked up with a few times before. She wanted us to go out sat night with her and two other co-worker couples. Checking out a new night spot in town with a chic who could suck start a Harley and had the most beautiful tits sounded like a game plan to me. The other couples seemed pretty cool and nice but..... the work conversation was starting to get a little old. I focused on a couple L.I.T's until the band came on.
My date asked me if everything was cool and i assured her it was and to carry on. I noticed the other couples looking at us as she reached in her purse and pulled out a hair brush. Her hair was about mid back in length and the way we turned to view the band up on stage i was over her left shoulder. She ran her brush through her hair and about knocked my drink over as some detached hair floated down to the floor.
Watch it i said kind of loudly drawing stares from the group.
Why don't you brush my hair?
That's alright.
Go ahead.... brush it. I want you to.
ehh. I don't really want to.
SHE turned and looked at me with fire in her eyes and with a stern voice said BRUSH IT as she handed me the brush.
I took the brush from her and as i started to run it through her hair i made eye contact with the guy sitting across and closest to me. The look on his face carried several emotions in it from one end of the spectrum to the other. It was Priceless and i must admit i was a little shocked to find myself brushing her hair with a bulge in my pants. She had called me out and i submitted to her right in front of everybody. She reached back and grabbed a handful of hard cock, smiled with a shit eating grin and thanked me. It wasn't to long before we were out of there.
We went to an old historic Hotel that was known for its partying. We had a drink and decided to get another one for the walk to the room. We ended up in a stairwell and accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to get to our room. Somehow we then found ourselves outside in the cold. And it was cold. I was tripping. She was as drunk as i was but at least she half way knew how to navigate the way to our room.
We got in the room and there were two beds. You want to push them together she said and i was like nah we can fuck in one and sleep in the other.
She yanked my pants down and started sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow. We heard some people in the room next to us knocking boots and that just fueled the fire between us. I want you to fuck me she said and fuck me like a bitch. like that bitch that embarrassed you in the bar. We both had a flash back to the look on that guys face. we laughed as i grabbed a handful of my hard dick lined up the tip of my head in the center of her drenched pussy and shoved it all the way in. she let out a yell and i paused for a second before doing it again. I fucked her every which way but loose.
The headboard started banging against the wall. The people in the next room banged on the wall a couple of times. I slowed down to keep the peace but then i had to change positions to doggie style . She reached back and started playing with and squeezing my package. I lost it. I grabbed her by the hair of her head on each side and yanked backwards. She screamed out OH GOD FUCK ME..... FUCK ME. I was grunting and moaning and carrying on. I heard something about calling security as she yelled out DONT STOP DONT STOP OH GOD YES FUCK ME FUCK ME i knew i couldn't take much more and then i heard IIIII ohhh GOD YES IM COMING DONT STOP. i didn't until i was finished with one of the best orgasms ever in my life. I collapsed onto the bed in a puddle of sweat and love juice everywhere from my squirting friend. I nodded off but was awaken by a knock at the door. I heard her say we are sleeping. She shut the door and touched me said lets switch beds. I crawled into the other bed in the pitch black room and we both were asleep before our heads hit the pillow.
We woke up the next morning and i used the rest room. She went after me and that gave me a chance to survey the room and we absolutely destroyed it. There were no pillows on the bed. The mattress was angled kind of caddy corner with opposite ends hanging off the box springs and the comforter and blanket looked like they had been twisted up by a tornado. She walked out of the bathroom and said omg and stopped dead in her tracts. Look at that mattress she said. do you think we ought to straighten up? I was like fuck it we only got about ten minutes till check out.
My head was hurtin and i was feeling rough as a cob and so was she. She bought me breakfast for my birthday and said she hoped i enjoyed it. I told her it was the best one ever and we parted ways. That was my 35th and the gold standard as far as the measuring stick of fun on my birthday is concerned.
I have had mostly pleasant and low key birthdays since then with the focus shifting towards enjoying it with my two k**s. They are older now, graduated and have their own things going on. The family tradition continues to this day with THE BIRTHDAY BOY OR GIRL picking where we all go out to eat and that is great. But it only last a couple of hours and Then what?
My point being Your birthday should be like a custom designed holiday that enables you the opportunity to celebrate and have the fun that You want. Not what someone else wants. It is only one day out of the year. Shouldn't everybody feel special and have the right to do things their way on their birthday? I will do my best when involved with someone to ensure a memorable day to whomever that person may be. Why? Because it is no ordinary day. It is your day. Your BIRTHDAY
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