Ass and School and Phone... oh my!

Imagine walking by my office, glancing in to see someone seductively bending over the desk… looking closely at the paperwork before them… ass in the air and pants falling just below the appropriate-for-office-line…

As you sit there daydreaming about the bodacious booty before you… picture it being Onion… oh yes my friends, I just almost tossed my cookies after being subjected to the cruel and unusual punishment that is a wide shot of Onion’s ass, in the air, pants falling down so sweaty black boxers are revealed.

Lord, I need a raise… now that I have ensured you won’t get one for a while… with that image.


School started last night… Philosophy. I was on the way home having a conversation with EB and then began to pick apart our conversation stating such things as, “That is what Descartes was hoping to accomplish by throwing out all he knew in order to re-evaluate his knowledge… blah blah blah.” Yes, my friends, after one short class I have decided that I, too, am a [self-proclaimed] Great Thinker.

Questions of the ages? Just ask OCG… I will help you.

The instructor for the course did one of the “get to know your classmate” exercises that I am not the biggest fan of. We had to state our name, previous Philosophy experience, why we chose to talk this particular course and something interesting about us.

What the hell are you really supposed to say about yourself that is interesting? “Hi, my name is OCG, I have no formal education in philosophy and general interest is what brought me here tonight. And… let’s see… something interesting about me? I just posted a picture of me today in a French Maid outfit on this thing I have called a blog that talks about sex. Yep. That’s about it.”

I, of course, opted for the alternative, “I haven’t been in school for two years, since I returned from going to graduate school in France.” Which still sounds like I am trying to brag about something, but is more school appropriate… although the other might have help that “A” out a bit more.

With school I have begun starting work at 6am during the week. To be honest I am exhausted. It is only day two and I am sure that I will get used to this sooner than later (hopefully). But if I don’t post as much, these things will be to blame…


For good measure I shall throw in a little OCG morsel for you.

I have been fairly tired lately… but still like to have phone before I go to bed (so much for no more Pinocchio’s…). Not too long ago after my Wednesday night dinner I came home after a few too many glasses of wine and proceeded to crawl in bed and have a Special Phone Conversation. I awoke the next morning with my cell lying next to me, which isn’t uncommon.

I went to work and EB popped up in a chat box asking how I was… After some blah blah blah’s about the day he asked me if I remembered our phone conversation from the previous evening. I responded not really…

He then told me, “We were doing great, you were really into our conversation. You were saying, ‘Oh baby FUCK ME… Fuck Me… Fuck Me… fuck me… fuc…’ It then went silent and I asked, “Baby??? Baby???” I could just hear you breathing on the other end.”

I started laughing. Who falls asleep in the middle of phone sex? I mean at least if he had been there he could have finished with me just lying there… but to have a girl telling you all of the naughty things she may say… then passing out so you have to lie there hearing her breathe… brilliant.

To sweet dreams and fulfilling conversations…