Random Stuff at 6:00 AM

Let me start by saying I've been overwhelmed by the reaction to my post, For the Doubting Thomases (and Tinas). Thank you all for taking the time to comment, and believe you me I had no plans to stop posting or let the one commenter get under my skin. Still, your positive responses have renewed my energy for writing even if I don't have much kink related to talk about :)

So for the last few months, I've done some contract work with an ex girlfriend of mine. It's been an interesting experience, for sure.

She e-mailed me back in the fall and asked if I'd have some time to help her out with a project which she COULD do but due to time constraints would prefer to contract out. I thought about it, decided that I wouldn't be crossing any lines in doing so and agreed.

The one was a pretty simple one, and has actually been on hiatus since November. The first week of January, she e-mailed me again asking if I could help with a different one -- a much bigger one -- for the company she works for. We just finished that one up this week (a new website) and I've been reflecting a lot on what's happened over the last month.

Now, before you go getting wrong idea, we never went too far, but for the duration of this project it's been an interesting game of "Where's the line?"

For example: She works a couple of jobs. One is her primary paycheck, she also runs her own business and volunteers at a place similar to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. So one day when she asked me to meet up with her and she told me she wasn't in her normal office, she gave me an address near downtown and I didn't think anything of it. The next morning I get there and come to find its her home. I felt a little out of place there, although it wasn't just her there (someone else from her office was working there with her, they were just trying to get away from the distractions of phones and coworkers). I made sure to tell my wife about that right when I got home, so that she knew I'd been there, that it was just for work and how incredibly uncomfortable I'd been there.

This week, as we were finishing the website switch and on the phone together, she was joking about threatening to tell my wife that I was giving her a hard time. I had a moment where I wasn't sure what was appropriate. I could either egg her on, I could agree that my wife would probably chastise me (that word still makes me chuckle, it has a whole other meaning now), or I could try to just let it drop. I agreed with her that my wife wouldn't appreciate my giving her trouble, but wondered... at what point is me putting myself down inappropriate?

I've always been a bit of a flirt, so I tend to let myself be at ease when talking to women but I find with this one that I'm trying to be very conscious not to do anything remotely inappropriate. It just makes it hard to know when I'm being friendly and when I'm being... familiar.

In other news, this week I started a new workout. I'm getting up early every morning and making time for a workout -- Wii fit for now while it's cold but as it gets warmer I'm going to add morning walks and runs to that. So far I've managed to successfully do it every morning, despite how little I want to when I hear the alarm go off. My wife and I were talking about it a little Thursday night and she mentioned that maybe if I reach my goal weight (180 pounds), that would be an occasion to buy something off her wish list (see "On Temptation" and "This Weeks Review and More Personal Service" for more info on that). "That might be a good motivator," she said with a wicked smile. "I haven't forgotten about it, you know."

Neither had I. As my member started stirring inside its cage, I laughed and said, "Yeah, it would be a good motivator." Despite having already done my workout, I wonder if it might be worthwhile to do it again... and again... and again...

20 pounds in a few days isn't unhealthy right? They do it on Biggest Loser in two weeks all the time!

Saturday morning as I was doing my workout, still in my collar and panties from the night before, I had several fantasies about forced exercise... something similar to the "maid walker" posted about in a few other blogs (sorry, couldn't find a link offhand, feel free to post it in the comments and I'll update the post with it), where I have no choice but to do my workout until she is please with my performance. Impractical of course -- our house is very close to our neighbors and our backyard touches 3 neighbors' backyards. But still... hot enough to get me hard as I was doing my step aerobics.

Finally, last night I had a LAN party (well, sort of, it was just me and my best friend since high school hanging out but still). Since he and his fiance only have one working car right now, I picked him up. On the way back to his house after all was said and done, I let slip about this blog. He asked for the link. I'm going back and forth on telling him -- there's a lot of things about my interests that he does know but it's a little weird for me to share this with him. I'll have to think about it for a few days before I decide to give him the link or not.