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This day began looking the same as the past days, as I sit open-mouthed at Justin TV, knowing that a tease is the best I’ll get. Then, I finally caught a show that was going beyond the bounds, with a very young couple making out heavy - stripping and groping and kissing. They still kept from showing all-out tits or bush or even ass, but his hands were under the bra and panties, and there was a sense that they might not be able to control themselves for long. They started to talk about going private and I figured I was left out since I don’t have an account. Then the video stream goes blank asking for a code, but the happy surprise was that they shared the code and I could get access, and that was actually when the stripping and groping and fingering got really going. I was glued to the video, even doing my humpity thing on the mattress. This went on for over an hour I think, until they finally did get shut down.
But that’s not the end. Some of the discussion among the viewers continued and someone mentioned cams4.com, saying that it was like Justin but with sex. That’s not a bad description. I thought you had to pay for this kind of webcamming action, and I am fairly absorbed in it. But you know what? It actually lacks some of that deliciously agonizing tease, that desperate reaching for forbidden fruit. And I miss some of the free-ranging discussing that you get on Justin. I wish it was like Justin, but where the webcammers would on occasion go further and show some nudity, sometimes even falling into hard-thrusting fucking. But I’m definitely glad to have this option.
But that’s not the end. At least not as far as the day’s big happenings go. Within minutes of the shutdown of that show, pop comes home with Cain and the kids, bringing in a new Xbox 360. As well as Grand Theft Auto 4! After they got it set up and pop left to take them home, I decided to try the hunting game that they bought, wanting to get a better feel for the controller before going to my game, as well as preparing the hunting game for pop, so that he can enjoy the system he bought. The hunting game has to be simpler than Grand Theft Auto, but it was discouraging trying to learn it, because it is complex enough that I think you need to have a Master’s degree to really be able to get a handle on it - so many option and choices. But I think I found an easy enough option that even pop can get something out of it.
Then it was dinner time, and I had been keeping the cats waiting. I figured I would have to hold off on Grand Theft Auto until tomorrow. Great day, though, right?
But that’s not the end. Since I’m a little late feeding the cats, they are all crowding near the plate as I set it down, and I am moved to make a grab for Burstyn’s kitten, to see if I can cuddle some of that feral nature out of her. Terrible mistake! She bit me and bit me hard. There’s no point in claiming that I am an atheist, because I don’t think anyone has prayed harder for God to spare them their error. I swear the little bitch punctured the top pad of my left index finger. There was actually very little blood, but I’m afraid that’s because the damage is too deep. And I’m praying that I don’t lose a finger, or even worse - just for trying to be friendly to a damn cat! My nerves aren’t eased when I google ‘cat bites’, because there is universal agreement that you should have a doctor take a look at it, because they are about as bad as wild animals and chock full of all the nasty bacteria and whatever life-corroding substances nature makes readily available.
I tell pop when he gets home, that we need to watch out for this bite for the next twelve hours. He actually makes light of it, focusing on how it was the little kitten. And I tell him that it is indeed my hope, that the fact that it was a kitten (albeit at least four months old), the chances are good that nothing will come of this, but we still need to keep an eye on it.
It was a damn good day, and then this had to happen. After the first thirty minutes of pressuring the wound, I carried on fairly well as though everything were okay and normal, eating my dinner and even typing on the computer, like now. Moreover, since pop messed around in the office after dinner, I even gave Grand Theft Auto a try, which helped a lot to take my mind off the grimmer possibilities that could fall from this bite. I’m having the predictable trouble with mastering the controls, but I’m progressing, and the graphics are out of this world - certainly when compared with even Vice City. Playing the game on pop’s big-screen TV takes the game-playing to another dimension over playing it on the computer screen. Maybe this Xbox thing will be a major asset to the lifestyle - making the inner sanctum that much richer.
In the years to come, I just hope I will be laughing over this hysterical reaction to this kitten bite, rather than fatalistically bemoaning how I lost half a finger because I was trying to make friends with a stupid cat.
But that’s not the end. Some of the discussion among the viewers continued and someone mentioned cams4.com, saying that it was like Justin but with sex. That’s not a bad description. I thought you had to pay for this kind of webcamming action, and I am fairly absorbed in it. But you know what? It actually lacks some of that deliciously agonizing tease, that desperate reaching for forbidden fruit. And I miss some of the free-ranging discussing that you get on Justin. I wish it was like Justin, but where the webcammers would on occasion go further and show some nudity, sometimes even falling into hard-thrusting fucking. But I’m definitely glad to have this option.
But that’s not the end. At least not as far as the day’s big happenings go. Within minutes of the shutdown of that show, pop comes home with Cain and the kids, bringing in a new Xbox 360. As well as Grand Theft Auto 4! After they got it set up and pop left to take them home, I decided to try the hunting game that they bought, wanting to get a better feel for the controller before going to my game, as well as preparing the hunting game for pop, so that he can enjoy the system he bought. The hunting game has to be simpler than Grand Theft Auto, but it was discouraging trying to learn it, because it is complex enough that I think you need to have a Master’s degree to really be able to get a handle on it - so many option and choices. But I think I found an easy enough option that even pop can get something out of it.
Then it was dinner time, and I had been keeping the cats waiting. I figured I would have to hold off on Grand Theft Auto until tomorrow. Great day, though, right?
But that’s not the end. Since I’m a little late feeding the cats, they are all crowding near the plate as I set it down, and I am moved to make a grab for Burstyn’s kitten, to see if I can cuddle some of that feral nature out of her. Terrible mistake! She bit me and bit me hard. There’s no point in claiming that I am an atheist, because I don’t think anyone has prayed harder for God to spare them their error. I swear the little bitch punctured the top pad of my left index finger. There was actually very little blood, but I’m afraid that’s because the damage is too deep. And I’m praying that I don’t lose a finger, or even worse - just for trying to be friendly to a damn cat! My nerves aren’t eased when I google ‘cat bites’, because there is universal agreement that you should have a doctor take a look at it, because they are about as bad as wild animals and chock full of all the nasty bacteria and whatever life-corroding substances nature makes readily available.
I tell pop when he gets home, that we need to watch out for this bite for the next twelve hours. He actually makes light of it, focusing on how it was the little kitten. And I tell him that it is indeed my hope, that the fact that it was a kitten (albeit at least four months old), the chances are good that nothing will come of this, but we still need to keep an eye on it.
It was a damn good day, and then this had to happen. After the first thirty minutes of pressuring the wound, I carried on fairly well as though everything were okay and normal, eating my dinner and even typing on the computer, like now. Moreover, since pop messed around in the office after dinner, I even gave Grand Theft Auto a try, which helped a lot to take my mind off the grimmer possibilities that could fall from this bite. I’m having the predictable trouble with mastering the controls, but I’m progressing, and the graphics are out of this world - certainly when compared with even Vice City. Playing the game on pop’s big-screen TV takes the game-playing to another dimension over playing it on the computer screen. Maybe this Xbox thing will be a major asset to the lifestyle - making the inner sanctum that much richer.
In the years to come, I just hope I will be laughing over this hysterical reaction to this kitten bite, rather than fatalistically bemoaning how I lost half a finger because I was trying to make friends with a stupid cat.
