Sage accidently broke the “2” candle while I was setting up Andrea’s cake, and I needed a third hand to help hold it together while I tried to heat it back together.
“I get it, I’ll fix my own 2,” Andrea keeps saying, as she grabs her little torch and both pieces.
It’s her birthday, she’s got portable fire, and plenty of moxie. Let her do what she wants.
5 strikes. That’s up from last week. I’m improving, which is always good. Andrea had a really good game going. I forgot to tell her that the guys that took the lane near us (and brought so many orange bowling balls) had complimented her on her score. They were pretty impressed.
AJ cracked her ball. Kinda looked like an arrowhead. She launches it like a cannonball at those pins, so I’m surprised it lasted this long! Met Nathan, Kate’s brother and Mike & AJ’s son. Kate gets paid to show dogs at dog shows, in addition to doing it for herself. That’s pretty cool that she’s found something she likes doing at such a young age. I think she 18 or 19.
We saw Tony and his grandkids at Walmart. He wandered behind us and we chatted for a bit. Up until that point, I don’t think any of them knew Andrea and I were married. It’s good to see it didn’t seem to phase him. We’re in a pretty conservative area, so we’ve been careful. He’s so gregarious I don’t think we even thought about it.
Andrea said the game shop was pretty barren for Friday Night Magic (Magic the Gathering card games put on by the shop). Most of them are getting ready for deployment. We live near a Marine base. 😞
Bowling yesterday with Andrea. I got 1 strike in each of the first 2 (out of 3) games. I moved up to an 8lb ball and won the second game. I’ve never won against her. My back was killing me by the middle of the third game. Tony was there with his granddaughter and two other guys her age. He’s a very jovial guy. The alley was short staffed and he had the younger guys get rid of most of the extra bowling balls for us. My smartwatch kept complaining of irregular heartbeats. So that’s fun.
Since Knights of Guinevere has been greenlit for a series, I finally sat down and watched the pilot.
It’s a dark world after all.
Andi stepped off the plane into the sultry embrace of Cancun’s air, her hand intertwined with Ron’s as they made their way to the resort shuttle. The Valentine’s getaway had been his idea—a surprise to reignite their spark after years of routine marriage. She buzzed with anticipation, imagining sun-soaked beaches and candlelit dinners, but Ron’s secretive smile hinted at more. As the shuttle pulled up to the gated entrance, banners fluttered: ‘International Swingers Paradise – No Limits, All Welcome.’ Andi’s eyes widened, a thrill shooting through her core. 'You sneaky bastard,’ she laughed, punching his arm lightly. Ron grinned, explaining the eight-to-one ratio of men to women, how he’d scoured forums for this exclusive event. Women here were queens, worshipped and devoured. Andi’s pulse quickened; she wasn’t just okay with it—she craved it.
Their suite overlooked the turquoise pool, but unpacking waited. Andi rifled through her suitcase first, pulling out the provocative black lace bodysuit Ron had snuck in. Sheer floral patterns hugged her curves, the plunging neckline framing her D-cup breasts, nipples already pebbling against the fabric. Thin straps crisscrossed her back, and the crotchless design left her shaved pussy bare, lips plump and inviting. Paired with thigh-high beige velvet boots that zipped up her calves, she transformed into a vision of raw seduction. Twirling before the mirror, she watched her ass cheeks flex, the lace riding high to expose the undersides.
Ron’s breath hitched as she sauntered to him, pushing him onto the king-sized bed. 'Like what you see?’ she purred, straddling his lap, grinding her exposed slit against the bulge in his shorts. He nodded, hands roaming her thighs, but his eyes held a flicker of uncertainty—this was his fantasy, yet the reality loomed large. Andi didn’t care; she yanked his shirt off, nails scraping his chest, then tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, six inches and thickening, veins pulsing. She dropped low, lips parting to engulf the head, sucking with hollowed cheeks, tongue lapping the slit for pre-cum. Ron groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed, taking him deeper until her nose brushed his pubes.
'Fuck my mouth,’ she commanded, pulling off with a gasp, saliva trailing. He thrust up, hips bucking, fucking her face with wet slaps. Andi gagged but pushed on, tears smearing her mascara, loving the control. Satisfied, she climbed higher, positioning her dripping pussy over his shaft. Sinking down, she impaled herself, walls stretching around him, a moan ripping from her throat. She rode hard, boots planted on the mattress for leverage, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Ron’s hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the lace as she ground her clit against his base, chasing friction.
'Cum inside me—mark me before they do,’ she demanded, clenching rhythmically. Ron arched, grunting as he flooded her, hot jets coating her depths. Andi shattered seconds later, pussy spasming, juices mixing with his seed to leak down his balls. She collapsed forward, kissing him sloppily, tasting herself on his lips. 'Ready to share?’ she whispered. Ron swallowed, nodding despite the knot in his stomach. He’d watch her thrive in this imbalance, make the best of his creation.
After a quick rinse—though she left some cum drying on her thighs—Andi led him to the open-air lounge. The humid night pulsed with laughter and low moans, bodies milling under string lights. Shirtless men dominated the crowd, their swim trunks tented, eyes locking on the scantily clad women like predators. Andi’s outfit drew immediate stares: the lace teasing her hardened nipples, the open crotch flashing her slick folds with every step. Ron’s hand rested on her lower back, possessive yet resigned. He wasn’t thrilled seeing the hunger directed at her, but the forums had warned him—women got overwhelmed, serviced endlessly. He’d endure, sip his whiskey, and witness her power.
They paused at the bar, Ron pointing out the ratio: eighty men milling for every ten women, all eager to please. 'You’re the prize tonight,’ he murmured, voice tight. Andi scanned the buffet of hard bodies—tanned abs, bulging arms, cocks outlined and straining. A shiver ran through her; she felt exposed, desired, invincible. Spotting a handsome stranger, Mark, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw, she approached, hips swaying. 'Mind if we join?’ she asked, her voice husky.
Mark’s eyes devoured her, lingering on the crotchless tease. 'Holy shit, that pussy looks ready.’ Flirtation ignited; soon, Jake and Tyler, burly Texas brothers with beards and broad shoulders, crowded in. Their compliments turned filthy: Jake’s hand grazed her ass, whispering about bending her over; Tyler eyed her boots, imagining them wrapped around his waist. Andi teased back, arching to press her breasts against Mark’s arm, parting her legs slightly to let cool air kiss her wetness. Ron hovered, forcing a smile. Not thrilled, but his cock stirred at her boldness.
The emcee’s announcement cut through: blindfolded partner swaps for icebreakers. Andi dragged Ron in first, tying the silk over his eyes. She guided his hands to her body—palms cupping her tits through lace, fingers slipping into her cum-slick slit. 'Feel how full I am from you?’ she breathed, humping his hand until she quivered. Ron’s touches faltered, mind on the men watching, but he played along. As the game ended, Andi turned to the group. 'Who’s next?’ Five men now encircled her: Mark, the brothers, a lean surfer Alex, and stocky Victor with silver streaks in his hair.
Ron’s jaw clenched—he wasn’t thrilled with her options multiplying—but he nodded when she glanced back. 'Have fun. I’ll watch.’ She led Mark and Jake to a curtained cabana, the velvet boots whispering on tile. Inside, shadows danced as she knelt, freeing Mark’s thick seven-incher, veined and leaking. Her mouth descended, sucking greedily, cheeks hollowing as she swirled her tongue. Jake joined, his longer curved shaft in her hand, pumping until she switched, deep-throating him with gags and slurps. Saliva coated both, dripping to her chin.
From the bar, Ron peered through gaps, hand slipping into his pants to stroke his hardening length. The twist in his gut mixed with heat; he’d make the best of this voyeur role. Andi stood, shrugging the bodysuit down to bare her heavy breasts, pink nipples erect. Mark latched on, sucking one bud hard, teeth nipping while kneading the flesh. Jake mirrored, beard rasping her skin as he licked the other. Their fingers invaded her pussy—Mark’s plunging deep, curling to hit her spot; Jake’s circling her clit. Wet squelches filled the air, Ron’s earlier load easing the way. Andi bucked, crying out as orgasm hit, walls fluttering around invading digits.
She pushed them down, straddling Mark’s face, smothering him with her soaked cunt. His tongue plunged in, lapping cum and juices, sucking her clit until she ground harder. Jake spat on her ass, nudging his curved cock against the tight ring. 'Take it all,’ she urged, relaxing as he thrust in, the stretch burning deliciously. Inch by inch, he filled her rear, balls slapping as he pounded. Mark’s mouth worked relentlessly below, her body rocking between them, tits jiggling.
Ron’s strokes quickened, hidden in dim light. Not thrilled at the double claiming, but Andi’s ecstatic moans—head thrown back, lips bitten—pushed him toward edge. She demanded Jake’s release inside, and he obliged, flooding her ass with thick ropes, excess oozing out. Dismounting, she impaled on Mark’s cock, riding reverse, ass cheeks spreading to show Jake’s cum leaking. Facing Mark now, she bounced, pussy gripping his girth, nails raking his chest. 'Pound me—make me cum,’ she gasped. He slammed up, hips colliding with wet smacks until she shattered, milking his eruption deep into her core.
Bodice hiked haphazardly, Andi emerged, kissing Ron with sex-tanged lips. 'Your mess is joined now,’ she teased, eyes on Tyler, Alex, and Victor waiting. Ron’s arousal warred with reluctance, but he followed to the lounge’s play zone, a low table amid cushions. Tyler bent her over it, hiking lace aside to ram his fat cock into her overflowing pussy. Thrusts jolted her forward, breasts dragging on wood, nipples scraping. Alex knelt ahead, shoving his rigid length down her throat; she sucked voraciously, gagging as he face-fucked her, drool spilling.
Tyler’s grips bruised her hips, spanking her ass to redden cheeks while railing deep, stirring the cocktail inside. 'So fucking sloppy,’ he growled, pulling out to spray across her back, cum striping the lace. Alex flipped her supine, legs hooking his waist, boots digging spurs. He plunged missionary, pounding her clit with each grind, the table creaking. Victor straddled her torso, wedging his girthy shorter cock between her tits, thrusting the cleavage while she tongued the head. Ron sat close, fist flying on his shaft, the gangbang spectacle hardening him fully. Andi’s cries peaked—first from Alex’s relentless drive, nails clawing his shoulders; then as Victor shifted to her mouth, pumping until he unloaded down her throat, forcing swallows. Alex withdrew to add to the creampie, pussy gaping and drooling seed.
The night blurred into frenzy. More men joined the poolside orgy—over eighty cocks for ten women, Andi at the epicenter. She floated on her back in shallow water, legs splayed as hands and mouths descended. One stranger sucked her clit while another fucked her tits; a third claimed her ass from behind, water splashing with each thrust. Ron waded in, not participating but stroking nearby, watching her body arch and writhe. Not thrilled at the sheer volume, but the way she commanded them—directing cocks to her holes, demanding harder fucks—ignited him.
She took three at once: pussy stuffed with a veined monster, ass reamed by a curved invader, mouth full of another. Bodies slapped wetly, her moans muffled, orgasms chaining as they filled her orifices—cum spurting into her depths, across her face, down her throat. The bodysuit tore fully, boots unlaced and discarded in the chaos. By midnight, in the playroom’s dim glow, Andi lay on a sling, legs bound wide. Men rotated: one lapping her cum-drenched pussy clean before slamming in; another tit-fucking while she jerked two more. Ron finally joined, sliding into her mouth as the last stranger bred her cunt, his release syncing with the flood inside her.
Exhausted, Andi untangled from the pile, body a map of bites, handprints, and drying fluids—pussy swollen and leaking, ass tender, skin flushed. She pulled Ron close on a lounge chair, riding him slow under stars, stirring the night’s deposits around his cock. 'You made this happen,’ she whispered, clenching to draw his climax. He came with a guttural groan, holding her tight. Jealousy ebbed; he’d watched her conquer, and in her glow, found his own release. The convention stretched days ahead, but this Valentine’s had shattered boundaries, leaving Andi sated, empowered, the undisputed queen of the imbalance.
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Random Comic idea I came up with while watching Brooklyn 99
Andi: Oh hey Professor, did you get my report on th cursed vault?
Rakepick: Yeah, looked it over. Nice work
Andi: Good, thanks mom
*Silence in the classroom*
Andi: …why is everyone staring at me?
Merula: You just called Professor Rakepick mom, you said “thanks mom”
Andi: No I didn’t I said “thanks ma’am”
Rakepick: Do you see me as a mother figure Aguilera?
Andi: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me
Rowan: Hey, show you mom some respect
Andi: I didn’t call her mom!
Rakepick: No Aguilera, I take it as a compliment
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Yes trauma was so bad Andi idolized Rakepick like a mom. Worst part? Rakepick was the most stable parental figure kid had in their life
I can hear Pluribus playing loudly in the living room from our bedroom in the back of the house. (Andi is watching with Brady.)
Can’t wait for season 2. Though trying to discuss it with Andi is hard because she is so uncomfortable thinking about it.
Big list of my headcanons for Andi:
Si hay algo que hemos aprendido en el mundo de las dos y cuatro ruedas es que las transiciones tecnológicas no avisan: atropellan. Mientras en los talleres y foros moteros aún se discute sobre la carburación versus la inyección, o el rugido del escape versus el silencio, el mercado colombiano ha dictado sentencia en 2025. No estamos ante una moda pasajera, sino frente a un cambio estructural que…
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I thought Andi’s casual outfit looked bland so I edited it. Mostly because I remembered that Andi hated jeans til they were like fifteen/sixteen so here’s a sketch
My dominant hand was hurting yesterday, so we didn’t go bowling. Instead, we watched the newest Fallout episode that had come out on Tuesday, then Adventure Time.
I scanned the commander deck Andrea made me into my collection. I called her nuts when the scan showed it is a $150+ deck. The most expensive card is ~$25 (Cloud, Midgar Mercenary) . This is just crazy to me. I appreciate it, but just … damn. It’s a Final Fantasy deck with a Squall, Gunblade Duelist commander. I think she said I could also switch him out for the Rinoa, Angel Wing or Seifer, Balamb Rival I’ve got in there. I’ll ask again when she awake. (I was misremembering a conversation.) Final Fantasy 8 is my favorite so far of the series, so this is cool.
The whole Universes Beyond concept is an awful cash grab, but I’m fine with it if it at least fits. The Walking Dead doesn’t fit. Avatar: the Last Airbender does. As much as I love Fallout, I don’t think it fits. There’s no prevalence of magic in that universe. I’ve got Kellogg in my deck and it’s just weird.
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The main characters in KoG and their end credit designs remind me of the group dungeon roles that are in a lot of games:
Frankie - The Tank
Andi - The Damage Dealer
Gwen - The Healer
