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Real World Glimpse ... Where have I been? What have I been up to? Do you really want to know? Well, here is the long and short of it… I took the promotion as you all know. More days away from home and longer hours at the office, so far has got Angel in a very unhappy mood. I don’t like the new lifestyle at all! I regret the decision to accept the position. I thought it was going to be a great “family” decision, I was wrong. I now have less time to spend on my own leisure activities (like online fun with all of you), but I also have less time for my fiancé and my . My home is not as clean, my meals are all “quick fixes” and everything seems to be accomplished on fast forward. I feel like I am living my life on hyper-drive. That is not the Angel way. I am the “take it easy” type. I like to indulge in things. Lately, there isn’t time to indulge in a coffee break, let alone a sex life! I have tried to keep up with my daily dose of erotica to stay sane. I have failed miserably. Thus, my sanity is suffering. I write erotica to entertain you, but it also helps me to keep my own hormones in check. It is not easy to have all of those fantasies floating around in one’s head all the time. When I write, I can expel the “demons” get them out in the open and then move on with normal activities. Normal activities like showering with masturbating, or cooking dinner without daydreaming about the many uses of a cucumber (believe me it can get distracting). Now, I go to the office five days a week rather than two or three and rarely get on the computer at home. I connect with my online friends once a week sometimes less. The withdrawals are beginning to affect me. I find myself wondering if I can sneak on at work. Can they track it? Will I get caught? What if someone walks in my office? How would I explain it? By the time I work up the nerve to log on, it’s too late. The phone rings, or an email pops up needing attention or the door swings open and in walks another problem needing to be addressed. I work in an office filled with women. These are women I used to see very seldom. We got along fine when I was at home and they manned the office full time. Now that I am in the office and over seeing things there seems to be some tension. I think that there are some hard feelings, maybe some toes have been stepped upon when I was promoted that I didn’t know about. Keep in mind, I was rarely ever there. Today, posted all over the office break rooms, rest rooms and bulletin boards were some very nasty fliers. Not pornographically nasty; mean, bitter nasty. My face was prominently displayed in fluorescent yellow all over the building. No one seems to know anything. They weren’t there when we left Friday, but there they were when the doors opened this morning. RICH BITCH ---- ALWAYS GETS HER WAY ----- WATCH YOUR BACK ------ There was my face and internal press release from my promotion smiling back at me. How lovely. Then people wonder why 90% of the human population that I communicate with regularly is males. Well, here is a prime example. Again, what a lovely way to start my Monday. Rather than cry (which is what I wanted to do), I left the posters up ‒ actually took a pen and drew a cute little mustache on one of them ‒ and went about my day. So I’ve been working with a group of women that are permitted to come to work in sweats and T-shirts. So, they take full advantage of it and look like slobs every day. I, on the other hand choose to continue to wear skirts and<b> dresses </font></b>and pants and make-up to work everyday; hence, my “rich-bitch” classification. I suppose I could begin to show up looking like a slob, but, why bother. I’d rather be myself than attempt to fit into that crowd of pigs any day. My fiancé and I just bought a new truck. It’s a beautiful Ford F150. She loves it. So now we are no longer sharing a vehicle. The freedom that provides is WONDERFUL! But, it is also stressful because now no matter how much I hate this new promotion, we need it to pay for the truck. She loves the truck; I love to make her happy. She’s wanted a new truck for a very long time and she deserves it. That in itself almost makes the job torture worth it. Almost. My are probably 95% of my entire life. Until they are grown, that is how it will always be. I love them more than air and life. They are amazing, hilarious, wonderful, irritating, obnoxious, energy sapping little creatures that I would give my last dying breath to. I am a mother, I have four , what else would you expect from me? They can piss me off more than any other living thing on earth, but in the same moment they can bring me more joy than anything I’ve ever known. Since my promotion, I’ve lost about 1/3 of my time with them. It would have been more but I have sacrificed in other areas. It is the other areas I have sacrificed in that have brought me the most frustration. Sex, sex, sex. Where does a sex life fit into all of this? I have been trying to figure that out for almost four weeks now. This past weekend Alice and I found some semblance of one. It was great! I think I actually had four orgasms this weekend alone. Thank god! I could have died! Our sex life has been getting horrible. Don’t get me wrong, we have never without sex. I think a “drought” for us lasts about 10 days. That is an eternity. I start to get ugly if we go longer than that. She gets ugly if we go more than a week. Both of us are addicts. Sex is something we live for. Oral sex, mutual masturbation, dildos, 69, anal sex, strap ons, her grinding against me. We need sex. Problem is, we need more of it. I just need to find some more time. If I could just get a direct link to God and discuss this whole 24 hour day thing, maybe I could squeeze a few hours in for sex with my fiancé. You know, like a 36 hour day would be good. 12 more hours each day. That would give me time for sex and the computer every day. All of my addictions taken care of plus this whole job thing still going strong, I think I could make it work. Anyone out there have the power to make that happen? ~Angel  |
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11/14/2005 10:27 pm |
WOW that is the first blog in a while that I've read from you that didnt include me sweating and panting and I am glad you wrote it let us no your not just a sex machine although there's nothing wrong with that but it lets me know that your a real person too, very nice post and I hope to hear from you soon ok cya later roaming the cyber streets of blogland  
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11/15/2005 5:53 am |
Honey...that' stretching my powers and limitations quite a bit. I don't think I can accomplish longer days but.... As for the women who work with you...they are just jealous they can't have that sweet pussy in their faces...So...I suggest to take that yellow flyer..and right on there...That's right I get my way...and if you don't like it...why not cum and tell me about it? That will surely get the pot stirred because the flyer didn't offend you...lol...you know me...in bitch mode 24/7. As for sex...well honey...you just gotta fit it in before bedtime. Get a quickie and then it's off to sleep. I REALLY MISS talking to you...but hey...I understand that you are busy... I can't wait to talk to you again. Maybe the goddess should come out there and tell off those bitches at your work place, then take you home and show you just what sex with a goddess can do to a woman. HUGS~~~MANDY Always The Bitch
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11/15/2005 7:06 am |
I believe that you are extending yourself to your limits and performing beautifully. I want to encourage you to continue to work and communicate with those you love what are your desires. Sometimes when we do that, I have seen how people make attempts to make those desires seem nearer than what they were previously. You have my best wishes. 
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You are phenomenal in what you have achieved. Real strength of character. No ordinary woman you. I know from personal experience that the long day and responsibility can take their toll, but you can adapt to it over time and find the checks and balances within which sanity lies. But it's good, so good, to see you back. warm xx
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11/16/2005 7:41 pm |
Sorry to hear all the madness you've been going through, but it sounds like you've maintained incredible perspective, especially with your bitch coworkers. You did the right thing, you blew it off with a laugh. I probably would have cracked a few people and then gotten shit-canned out of there. Hope that you are well, and look forward to your next post, be it erotica or whatever.  Be well.
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digdug41~ Thanks for always being there to help me through the moments when I need to scream little. bedroomice2003~ Sometimes just knowing that I have that authority seems a little more overwhelming than I'd like. I'd rather close my eyes, click my heels together and be whisked back to a time and place when everything seemed to flow so much nicer. When things seemed to be more in sync with SDA's ways of life. beewulf9~ I think your best wishes are probably far more than I deserve. Thank you, and thank you for the kindest of thoughts and honors that bestow upon despite my current mind set to think that I am worthy of them. warmandsexy52~ Santiy, blessed sanity. I long for such a thing at the ned of each day. I take solace in knowing that at some point I should hope find the checks and balances that would make sanity return. In the mean time, I guess I'll hav to rely on you to keep my grounded. GatorDave7~ Thnks for stoppng by and enduring the monotony of every day life for a bit. I assure you, it doesn't happen often here. I need the release that writting erotica brings to me. Your sexy sensuous friend of old will be back to herself in no time.  dz2502~ thank you ~SDA ~Angel
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it's sad that supposedly "adult" women would behave so childishlyl in the workplace  Also: this "lesson" if you will bears remembering... at least for me. a friend told me once that i have to start wearing makeup if i'm to get a professional job. bcuz while men don't care, the women DO. you have to "fit in"... if you wear less than they, they'll look down on you. Better than they: they'll despise you. On the bright side, I've seen very few women accountants ever wearing makeup and clothes i can deal with.
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