*Each Thursday my Blog takes a look back at updates that happened before I had an active blog. This week I thought we’d look back at a blog post from 12/9/04. After my recent reunion with Christina and my update this past week, we talked about her ex-husband and how she foisted him on my during my RQoS orientation so that he became my cuckold and helped to clean me up after my gangbangs.
My Best Friend’s Hubby – December 9th, 2004
I had a secret crush on Christina’s hubby, Dick, and wanted to spend some time with him, but couldn’t find a time to get to him to tell him. So during our recent holiday party, while she was being distracted by a few other guests, he and I finally had a chance to meet and it was love at first lick.
For any of you hubby’s out there, bring your wife/girlfriend to a party and we’ll get her distracted so you and I can have some fun together too. Come and see what I’m talking about. CLICK HERE AND SEE ME PLEASE CHRISTINA’S HUSBAND AND SEE HOW HE SHOWS HIS CUCKOLD DUTIES.
Each Thursday I retweet a posting from the past. This one honors Tom Petty and Hugh Hefner who died in the past week. So grab one glass for each of them and let’s have a toast for these two icons!
CLASSIC PLAYBOY : MARTINI & ME
On our recent trip to Vegas we were told that the Playboy Club at the Palms is the last in the world. I did not know that. I remember as a little girl driving into Chicago with my family and passing by the old Playboy Building downtown and then seeing the Playboy Club. The costume is still a very classy look and I think good old HH developed a really chic look. In fact many famous women were once Playboy bunnies before they became famous. I can’t say their names here, but there was a famous feminist, a rock and roll star, a even the first model to ever earn more than $1million a year. Well I’d love to add my name to this famous list.
Can you name the inconsistencies in my costume from the real one? Can you name the famous ex-Playboy bunnies? Come in and see if I measure up. At least check out my cotton tail! CLICK HERE FOR PAGE 2 OF THIS UPDATE!
This post originally appeared 2/8/07. I had purchased a new car and it was a lemon. I asked my husband to pick me up and he told me only if we could take some pictures. Can you believe that? Each Thursday I post of material on my site that came out before I seriously used this blog in 2012.
STRANDED EUROPEAN STYLE
So while I might not be a high maintenance wife, my car sure can be. Of course it is usually worth it. I love the looks I get. The only problem with some European cars is that getting the right people to service them is the issue. I have to take my car back to the dealer. I’m not always sure though that it is a good thing when they know your name. Well the worse part of all is that one you turn in one car for fixing, it isn’t like they have another $100,000 car sitting on the lot for you to borrow. So it was up to me to find my own way home. Lesson #2, don’t leave your cell phone in your car when getting it fixed. I had no way to call home.
Ugh and I turned in my car at rush hour. I was surely not going to take the bus! I needed a pay phone. CARE TO LEND A STRANDED GAL A LIFT?
Before I had a blog, I had no place to promote these old posts. I figure I should post them each Throwback Thursday. Check back again & re-discover more from my past:
Today’s post is kind of important to me. A small part of what I do is dance publicly (not under this name) although some people recognize me as Rebecca. It is a thrill but very nerve-wracking. It is partly why I still have RebeccasOffice.com because I am more comfortable on the internet than in person. A couple guys I met with after entering the lifestyle suggested I try out for a club dancer job. I was a bit of an exhibitionist, but I did not want to do it where I lived, so we drove out of town where I wouldn’t be recognized and answered an ad:
Originally Posted 12/1/04 after my my first tryout:
I saw the ad in the paper and thought I’d see if I could get the job! The theatre was located in a seedy part of town and a big bouncer type guy named Darrell led me upstairs to the office, squeezing my ass several times while we climbed the stairs.
Talk about a casting couch. I had a feeling I would be doing some very dirty dancing. My competitive spirit got the best of me and I wanted to make an impression! CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT IF I GOT THE JOB!
Before I had a blog, I had no place to promote these old posts. I figure I should post them each Throwback Thursday. Since the Indians are doing so well I thought I’d re-post this! Alright everyone, let’s flash your boobs each time the Indians win on their way to the World Series! Check back again & re-discover more from my past:
Originally Posted 6/10/04 after my last Indians Game:
After our team won, my husband was in a festive mood, so instead of hopping in the truck and going home, he thought we’d take some photos in the parking garage next to the stadium. People were hooting and hollering. I wasn’t sure if they saw us or were happy that we won the game! How about you? What were you cheering at?
Take me out to the ball game, take me out the crowd, buy me a beer and an aphrodisiac, then I’ll lift up my shirt and let you attack. Well it’s root, root root for Rebecca, if you can’t cum it’s a shame for its one, two, three pumps and you’re done at the old ballgame! (Well I hope you guys can last a little longer than that!)
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