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Living the dream

miss martianSo I’ve been living the dream, well, my version of the dream, for the past couple of weeks.  So far I adore Buck aka Prince Charming more than I ever thought I would.  He is totally and completely awesome.  He was the Superboy to my Miss Martian for Halloween.  He has been wonderful in every way possible.  In fear of sounding like a squishy mushy lovey dovey mess I’m going to refrain from continuing.  At the very least I wanted all of you to know that I’m exquisitely unconditionally happy.  Yes, I’m using entirely too many adverbs.

So there it is.  The Preacher’s Daughter, Ginger Channing, me (the real me), is very happy right now.  I say right now because who knows what will happen next, except maybe my book will finally get finished, but even then, I will probably, most likely, still be superbly happy.

No.  Nothing is perfect.  However, life is full of imperfections.  Wonderful imperfections.  That is what makes life beautiful and perfect without being perfectly perfect.

Confused yet?  So am I.  But it’s ok.  It’s love.  Love is ok and not subject to conventional thinking or my parents’ version of what love is.  It’s what good country songs are made of and what my life has become.  Weird huh?

I told DC last Friday night that I was done.  By done I meant that I was done dating, done looking for “the one”, done with everything relating to relationships.  I’m good.  I’m good when it comes to men and life and finding my happy ending.  I’ve found my Prince Charming, literally. 😉

Peace, love, & happiness.

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Birthday Sex: The Extended Version

bday sexAt 7:00 am I heard my bedroom door open.  Someone crawled into bed beside me.  Someone naked.  I opened my eyes just a sliver and it was my new friend-boy, Mr. 7am.  After I opened my eyes and saw him leaning over me and coming in for a kiss he said, “Good morning baby.  I’m here to give you that birthday kiss I promised you.”

He had to work the late shift the night before and couldn’t make it to my party.  So I told him he could come by after work and I would leave the door unlocked for him.  I wasn’t really expecting him to come by after working all night, but I’m so glad he did.

Az5CUnmorning-sex-alarm-flirting-ecards-someecardsHe kissed me and then kissed my breasts and then kept going until his face was buried between my legs.  Forget alarm clocks.  I’d rather have a tongue between my thighs at 7am.

Mr. 7am is not my usual type.  He’s a little country and from this small town, but he seems very genuine and laid back.  He’s a foot taller than me, in great shape, and has just the right amount of chest hair (and no back hair).  He was a vision to wake up to.

I grabbed his head and pulled him up to mine and kissed him.  He tasted like sweet pussy…he tasted like me.  I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him closer, letting him slide inside.  For the next hour we fucked, and I sucked, and we fucked some more until we both came simultaneously.

That was the beginning of my birthday sexfest.

Over the next week he came by a few more times, always at 7am.  Each time was better than the last.  I always had to get up for work though, so we didn’t have much time to talk.  That was fine with me.  He’s hot, and willing, and makes me dripping wet.

As the week progressed I went on a couple of other dates, but they were all duds.  I was completely unattracted to them.  One guy couldn’t stop staring at my tits, and the other had no filter so any dirty thought that came to his mind, he just said out loud.  Not the best dates I’ve had, but not the worst either I suppose.

Then on Thursday I got a message from a guy who lives quite far away and we started talking.  This guy managed to get me so worked up so fast that I couldn’t wait to see Mr. 7am again.  Unfortunately for me, Mr. 7am couldn’t make it for a few days for a few reasons.  So I was left to take care of things myself.

Saturday I thought I was going to die of boredom until my friend DC asked me to meet her at the bar.  We had a good time listening to music and talking until closing.  At closing our friend Bacchus showed up.  He invited me to go out bar hopping and we did just that…until 4 in the morning.  I was exhausted Sunday, but pleased that we had such a good time the night before.

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Well, hello Mr. Booty.

Since Mr. 7am had to work, I didn’t expect to hear from him until at least yesterday, but at 4pm Sunday he sent me a text.  He said he could be here in an hour.  What?  Mr. 7am is going to be here at 5PM?  What has the world come to?  LOL

So I hurried to get ready for his arrival and in between getting ready I was still talking to my out-of-town friend online.  Once again, he was getting me all hot and bothered, so by the time Mr. 7am got here I was ready to strip him down and go for a ride.  He had other plans though.

When he came in with a six-pack of beer and a bottle of Crown I knew I was in trouble.  He handed me a beer and sat down at the table.  I joined him, reluctantly.  As we drank our beers, we talked and he told me some funny stories.  Don’t get me wrong.  He’s a really nice, funny, charming guy, but I had other things on my mind.  I do want to talk to him and get to know him better, but maybe some other time when I’m not about to soak through my panties.

Anyway, as we sat there I kept looking for an opportunity to make a move on him.  I didn’t want to interrupt him as he was telling a story, and I wanted to let him finish his beer, and then his cigarette…but, but, dammit boy!  Fuck me already!  LOL

Finally I saw my opportunity.  He stood up to go to the fridge and as he came back to the table I told him to come over to me, where I was sitting on my bar stool.  I wasted no time in grabbing a hold of his ass with both hands and pulled him in so tight that I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh.  He had on these gym shorts that made it very easy for my hands to slide in and down to his ass.

imagesAfter some really good kissing, and his being shocked by how eager I was, he said, “That’s enough. Let’s go to the bedroom. Now.”  He grabbed my hand and led me straight to the bedroom.  He was undressed before I even sat down on the bed.  I started getting undressed and was laying there on my side in just my underwear.  Since I hadn’t planned on having company I didn’t have time to put on my fancy panties.  You girls know what I mean.  I just had on some cute orange stripped cotton & lace bikinis.  He didn’t seem to mind.  He took one look at me and said, “Damn girl.  Look at that ass.  You’re looking fine.  Mmmmhmmm.”  You have to imagine him saying it in a nice thick Southern drawl.  LOL  Needless to say, my panties didn’t stay on much longer.

I wore him out, and he did the same to me.  By the time he left I was shaking all over from the five orgasms I had and I could barely walk.  Twenty minutes later I was still shakey when he sent me a text that said, “Omg u r hot.”  He texts like a 12-year-old, but he fucks like a pro.  Either way, I was flattered and ready to pass out, which I did.

So that was my week of birthday sex and damn it was good.  Hopefully it will continue and I’ll have at least a whole month of mind-blowing orgasm-inducing sex.  😉  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Happy humping (from the now 40-year-old Preacher’s Daughter)!

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Adventures in Wholesale

I’ve started a new section called “Quotes from Fallen Angel” because my sister sent me the following story tonight and I told her she deserved her own section on my blog.  So here it is!  Enjoy!

At work the other night Friend Cashier said that Bitch Cashier said she’s called.  I asked “Called what?!”  (Bitch Cashier really is a bitch by the way.)

“To preach!” replied Friend Cashier.

I snorted and said, “Well, I was called to be a pole dancer, but it didn’t work out.”

Five minutes later the hysterical laughter ended and we went back to work.

That is courtesy of Fallen Angel, my funny as hell sister.

To see more of her quotes, please click on the link on the menu at the top of the page.  Also, I have added a donate button on the right side of the blog.  If you would like to help support the plight of the Preacher’s Daughters please do so.  There is no minimum amount required.

Poor Little Bubba needs some financial security and 25% of all donations will go towards his education.  We want him to be one of the smart successful ones in the family one day.  Another 25% will go to our little brother The Tornado‘s education.  The other half will go towards buying sex toys for me and gas for Fallen Angel’s monster truck.  LOL  Just kidding.  I don’t use sex toys. 😉

A Stalker of My Own

Remember what I said in my last post about wanting to notice the little things more?  Well, this proves I have a long way to go, but I’m getting there.

Mississippi-Natchez-Trace-Parkway-fall-foliageIt was the fall of 2012.  I was living in Bumfuck, Mississippi.  Boredom had set in once again and I took to the internet for entertainment.  It was a little website called Plenty of Fish.  I started talking to Woody.  At first he reminded me of Art, but as we talked I realized that he was more of a country version of Art.  He was artsy and cool, but he is also a very tall handsome former marine who likes to hunt & fish.

We talked for a while, but it never worked out so that we could meet.  He lived an hour and a half from Bumfuck, so it was difficult to work it out.  Then, of course, I met Teacher and then my car died.  So that was pretty much the end of that.

Fast forward a year and a half or so to about a month ago.

I’m newly single, back on the dating websites, and thinking back.  Thinking back to a guy I used to talk to who seemed very cool, Woody.  I checked my phone to see if I still had his number.  I didn’t have it anymore.  I checked POF to see if his profile was still up.  It wasn’t.  So my search ended there.

Anyway, I decided to go back on Plenty of Fish a couple of weeks ago and while perusing the profiles I saw one that had viewed my profile and even though it didn’t have a picture, I decided to read it.  It was hilarious in a very sarcastic funny kind of way, so I added the profile as a favorite thinking that maybe I’d send it to my sister later.

Just over a week ago I went to the local watering hole to hear Teacher sing and play, and to just have some drinks with friends.  Most of the night I sat out on the patio with my friend DC.  She’s a very talented artist who has a studio here in town.  While she and I were on the patio talking, a man walked up and asked me if he could borrow my lighter.  I let him use mine, then he handed it back.  Before he walked off he sort of paused and smiled.  I didn’t think much of it other than “damn, he’s cute.”  But DC and I were talking so I just continued with our conversation after he left.

Tonight I was looking at POF again and I got a message.

“Hey its me Woody. What da heck happened with you and Teacher?  It was hard not to talk to you at that Thursday gig. I borrowed your lighter though.  It’s me Woody. We talked on here a while back. Then I ran into you at an outdoor gig in town. I was handing out [local arts magazine].”

Um, what?  I remembered the cute guy asking to borrow my lighter.  I remembered the guy at the gig in town last summer.  I remembered the name Woody.  I didn’t understand though.  If we had talked in the past, why didn’t he just introduce himself?  So I asked him.

He said that he thought I was with Teacher and he was trying to be respectful.

I immediately looked him up on Facebook.  LOL  I started looking through his profile and started noticing things.  Such as, he was at several other events that I had also attended.  He’s in a lot of the same Facebook groups that I’m in.  He is friends with Teacher and a few other people that I know.  Evidently from what he told me and from what I found out on Facebook, he’s been lurking around for about a year now, never introducing himself to me because of Teacher.  Once he saw me on POF again, he figured it was safe to message me again.  I’m so glad he did.

It one thing to have a stalker who is threatening or weird, but to have one who is courteous and polite and respectful is not such a bad thing.  It’s kind of flattering.

So we talked some more tonight and he said he’s going out of town for the weekend, but he wants to hang out as soon as he gets back.  I confess I’m a little giddy.  The whole thing is a little surreal, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot of fun. 🙂

Happy humping!

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Viagra: The Great Deceiver

thingThing was a former body builder in his late forties.  His hobbies included going to the gym daily, eating 8,000 calories a day, working, and playing with firearms.  His arms were huge by the way, and his ass was hard as a rock.  Just picture the Thing, but without all the weird rock skin.

His personality wasn’t as satisfying though.  He was not what I’d call exciting by any means.  He was nice and somewhat talkative, but that was about it.  On our first date we drank several beers at his house while he cooked dinner.  Actually I think he went through a full case, but he is a big guy.  The date started early in the afternoon.  We went out to the woods and he let me shoot his .22 (that’s a hand gun 😉 ) for a while.  I killed an empty beer box, so that was fun.  Then we went back to his house.  By the time we got to 5 o’cock he started making his move.

I was fairly tipsy by then so I just went with the flow.  Actually I kind of attacked him…in a good way of course.  My hormones had been in overdrive and he seemed like a good outlet.  We made out for about ten minutes in his kitchen and I finally just asked him if he wanted to go to the bedroom.

Once we got to the bedroom he stripped me down, then he stripped down and I got to see him in all his musclebound glory.  Unfortunately the muscles were the only impressive things about him.  He was ok though.  We had sex, then I fell asleep.  About an hour later I woke up to him pulling the covers off of me and getting ready for another go.  Afterwards, I fell asleep again.  Another hour later, yep, you guessed it, he was back for round three.

After round three I thought surely he’d let me get more than an hour of sleep.  He did.  He waited two hours until wanting round four.  By then I was exhausted.  I managed to get another couple of hours of sleep before rounds five and six.Viagra-Ring-Results

As I lay there after round six, I couldn’t help but wonder, WTF dude?  He’s almost fifty years old and just came six times in less than 12 hours.  I was so tired that Viagra hadn’t even crossed my mind.  I was tired and sore and couldn’t think straight, so I slept.

He took me home the next morning.  He had to take his mom to church.  It was Easter Sunday, the day that I have chosen over the years to celebrate my debauchery at it’s finest.

Five days later he came over to my place.  We didn’t waste much time getting into the bedroom.  Naturally I thought it would be like last time.  Not that I wanted another sex marathon, but one good time would have sufficed.  That didn’t happen.  He came within three minutes.  I, however, didn’t, at all.

He headed to the bathroom after he finished, so while he was in there I got dressed.  I tried to lead him back to the living room and towards the door because at that point I just wanted him to leave.  He did.

So, after consulting my sister on the matter, we decided that Viagra, or the lack thereof, must have been to blame for that second “date” disaster.  Shame on you makers of Viagra.  You got my hopes up and then sent them crashing back down.

Happy humping, and humping, and humping, and humping!

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