Saturday, December 18, 2010
I'm stunned and quite pleased to see that I've made Red Region Inferno's list of the Top 40 sexy blogs of 2010. I'm not sure where the awards ceremony is going to be held, but I've got my tux dusted off, and I'm working on my acceptance speech. And just thinking about the debauchery that's sure to be at the after-parties has me tingling all over.
In all seriousness, many thanks to Aarron at Red Region Inferno.
In other random notes, Blogger tells me that this will be post #100 since starting this blog last April. That seems like something of a milestone, and I'll just say that it's been a lot of fun. It's also been a trip filled with surprises - I knew I wanted an outlet for writing about sexuality, sensuality, fantasies, and real experiences, but I didn't know how (or if) it would manifest. I couldn't be more pleased so far at how it's gone - it's fun to write, and the comments and feedback you've sent are extremely gratifying. So I'm declaring a celebration.
As with all virtual celebrations, the drinks are on me!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Happy 61st birthday to Billy Gibbons, guitar player and singer for ZZ Top. The band is probably best-known for their long beards, but I've been a fan of their music, and especially Billy Gibbons' guitar playing, for a long time. There's some really great blues guitar playing on ZZ Top songs, and it's deceptively simple - but when you listen more carefully, it's not as simple as it first sounds.
Then there are the music videos. Back in the Dark Ages (the early 80's), MTV started on cable TV, and played music videos (apparently this is no longer the case.) The ZZ Top videos were a sensation, especially among hormone-fueled teenage boys (like me and my friends.) We would scramble to the TV when one of their videos came on. They were overtly sexual and pushed the envelope about as far as possible for the day. Basically teenage guy fantasies. But what fun!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
You leaned down with a sly "I wonder if I've forgotten how to do this," taking me in your mouth, and proving that you hadn't forgotten. My toes curled in ecstasy as you bobbed up and down, my cock rock-hard and throbbing.
I pulled out of your mouth, laid you down and spread your legs. Sliding my tongue between your pussy lips, I smiled to myself at how wet you always get from sucking my cock. I licked you up and down...flicking your clit with my tongue, and tasting your sweet nectar.
Moving up, I slid my cock head between your pussy lips...getting lubed and in position...then thrusting home in one long stroke. Mmmm...so damn good....
We varied the pace - periods of slow love-making, followed by bursts of hard fucking. You asked me to give it you from behind, and I'm always happy to oblige that request.
I love giving it to you doggy-style. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and you asked me to unload in your mouth. But before I could agree, you reconsidered, remembering the size of my load from the last time I went a week without climaxing.
The time for discussion had passed. You were starting a series of climaxes...screaming and bucking back into me. And I could feel the tingle in my balls that's the unmistakable sign of an impending climax. It was starting and couldn't be stopped. I gave two savage final thrusts, then pulled out to shoot onto the small of your back.
I could feel the difference that not cumming for a week makes. Rather than a number of discrete spurts, I came in one long gushing torrent...one long powerful jet of hot white cum that felt like it might never end. Intense and electric, I felt like a volcano erupting...like a force of nature.
Our climaxes finally subsiding, we snuggled, rolled over and started the cleanup.
"Oh my God, where did you cum?!?"
"The small of your back." Laughing, "And maybe other places too."
"Oh my God, it's *everywhere*!" And so it was....
"All up my back. All over the bed. Is it in my hair?!?"
"You're so damn bad. I should know by now that I can never let you go for a week...."
Saturday, December 11, 2010
'Messiah' give you chills? That's a clue to your personalityI found it interesting because there have always been musical passages that give me full-body chills (or what a psychologist in the article calls "skin orgasms.")
The theory being discussed is this:
Some people report lots of skin orgasms and some people say they never get them, but the personality trait "openness to experience" seems like a good predictor. (By "open to experience" the researchers seem to mean those people who enjoy art, good movies, aesthetic stuff.)I first remember experiencing this at age 12 or 13, while listening to a classical piece. This was before I had ever had a real orgasm, but looking back, there were similarities - the "Woah, WOAH, what's happening?!?", the wave of pleasure washing over me (though not nearly as intense as a real orgasm,) the afterglow, and the "I want to feel that again!"
Thursday, December 9, 2010
When Karen jokingly bemoaned the lack of mistletoe, I asked her if she believed in Santa's magic mistletoe. She looked confused, but Amy caught on. "Yes, it's only visible to those who've been especially good - or naughty - in the past year."
I smiled, pleased. "That's right."
Karen winked at Amy, "Isn't that a sprig right above his head?"
I grinned as they moved in for a three-way kiss.
The phrase "...shivering with desire..." must be used.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I consider touch *vital*. I think I'm one of those who would literally wither away and die if deprived of touch. I'm talking for the moment of non-sexual touch (not that sexual touch isn't wonderful too - of course it is, but that's a different subject.)
This is regardless of gender or age - if we're close, I need your touch, and I need to touch you. Of course, only where it's welcome and natural - not unsolicited pawing. Just simple person-to-person contact.
Apparently not everyone feels they need touch. I'll take their word for it, but to my ears it sounds like someone saying they don't need food, water, or air.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I'm marking you. My two day beard has my face scratchy and roughened, and right now I want nothing more than to devour your neck and throat. You're moaning loudly...both from the feel of my lips and tongue on your soft sensitive skin, and from the roughness of my whiskers. You know I'm taking you...marking you as mine.
You try to turn around and face me, but my strong arms hold you right where you are. I'm undressing us slowly...teasingly. Your nipples are rock hard and exposed to the cool air...your jeans unbuttoned...but right now I want all your attention to be on your neck...every nerve standing on end, desperate for more....
The phrase "...scratchy and roughened..." must be used.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
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