Sexy Time, Symdaddy style

Hello hello hello! Yes, it IS Sexy Time again.  And I have something special for you.  But before I get to the good stuff, I have a favor.  I have a friend in the Madison WI area looking for local support.  Hit me up in comments if you can lead me in the right direction, would you? My guest poster today has jumped the pond to share his little tale.  He has my kind of humor and I look forward to seeing his comments each time I post.

Please give a warm welcome to George from Symdaddy Journal But do be careful. He’s partial to chocolate cake, will drink your beer and may try on your panties while you’re not home.  Yes, he may be my brother from another mother.

Sexy Time Man-Style

The door slammed.

“WOMAN!” screamed Homer as he threw his coat over the banister. “Get out here and drop ‘em!”

Marge, his wife, walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel. “You what?” she snarled.

“C’mon babes … drop ‘em.  I want some ‘nicies’”

“Not a chance.  I’ve got dinner to make and kids the need to be taken to the movies” she spat at him.

“C’mon babes! The game kicks off in twenty minutes and it’ll only take me two minutes. You’ll be back in the kitchen in no time at all.”


“Aw babes!  Daddy wanna go ‘wabbiting’. Been finking ‘bout it aaaaaall day”, he said putting on his best impression of a four year old.

Looking at her watch she relented and said “OK, but be quick!”

She dropped ‘em and bent over the sofa. She silently thanked God knitting, which she was sure was invented for times like these.

There was a sensation of movement behind her, followed quickly by a thrust that made her drop a stitch.

“A-ha!” she thought, “the terrier is in the warren”.

Heavy breathing and the occasional slap on her butt were the only indications that Homer was still there.

“Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah! There we go. Another line finished. Soon have this ‘juniors’ sweater finished” she said over her shoulder.

“Uuuuugh, aaaah, yeah! Uuuuunnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” he said and flopped onto the floor.

“Well?” she asked. “Can I get on with dinner now?”

“Sure” came the out of breath reply. “Thanks babes!  You earned yourself another tube of strawberry flavoured cock lube”.

“Gee! Thanks!” she said, as she dribbled her way towards the bathroom.

Thanks George. Really.

9 Responses to Sexy Time, Symdaddy style
  1. Jessica
    January 11, 2011 | 5:48 am

    LOL. I love George.

  2. Symdaddy
    January 11, 2011 | 6:08 am

    G’mon ladies!

    I dare you all to deny this ever happening to you!

    I would point out however that this IS NOT based on my own personal experiences.

    I am a ‘gentleman lover’ through and through!

    • Symdaddy
      January 11, 2011 | 6:10 am

      By ‘personal experiences’ I DO NOT mean I was called from the kitchen and bent over the sofa.

      I am most definitely NOT that way inclined!

  3. Mindy
    January 11, 2011 | 7:12 am

    Yeah happens here all the time. But usually I’m not making dinner – I’m ordering it from the Chinese takeout place. It’s like a game. Let’s see if we can get finished before the delivery guy shows up.

  4. Venom
    January 11, 2011 | 7:36 am

    The terrier is in the warren?

  5. Coffeypot
    January 11, 2011 | 9:42 am

    Not at my house. I come in and yell, “Woman. I. Want. Pussy.” She yells back, “Go. To. The. Shelter. There’s. A. Room. Full. Of. Them.” or I tell her I want to get laid and she tells me to crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait. Now you know why I love my right hand.

  6. magnolia
    January 11, 2011 | 11:06 am

    i needed that. :)

  7. Cold As Heaven
    January 11, 2011 | 1:17 pm

    Homer is a smartass, as usual. The pics of Marge in Playboy were nice, almost as nice as the pics of … yes, we’re still waiting for them >;)

  8. Coolwhipmom
    January 13, 2011 | 8:08 am

    You had me at the terrier and the warren.

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