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Saturday, December 31, 2011

"It Was a Very Good Year"

For my "dash of happy" song on this New Year's Eve, I'm going to go with Frank Sinatra's "It Was a Very Good Year." The lyrics don't especially apply to my thoughts today, but it's a great song (who can resist Frankie?), and the title is just too appropriate to pass up. Because it truly has been a very good year - both personally and blog-wise.

I'm planning to celebrate tonight by rocking the house. I must have been a reasonably good boy this year, as Santa managed to fit a new amplifier down the chimney. It's a sweet-sounding big boy (though, disappointingly, it doesn't go to 11), and me and the band will be playing a house party, surrounded by good friends. We'll have to work on a blues version of Auld Lang Syne to play at midnight (no, not really.)

I wish everyone a fun New Year's Eve, and a happy, healthy, and love-filled New Year.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Mistletoe

If I caught your eye across the room at a Christmas party, would you look away shyly, or meet my smile?

If later, after a drink or two, I took your arm lightly and whispered "Come with me" into your ear, would you follow me?

If, after having followed me away from the crowd, you noticed that I stopped under the mistletoe and took you in my arms, I don't have to ask - I know what you'd do. You'd feel me kissing you passionately. You'd know that kissing you is all I'd been thinking about all night, ever since I caught your eye across the room.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

"A Charlie Brown Christmas"

I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas music. What I like, I *really* like. But there's so much atrocious schlock that I just despise. For every "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" or "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire", there's "Feliz Navidad", "Rocking around the Christmas Tree", etc., etc.

One of my favorite Christmas discs is The Vince Guaraldi Trio's "A Charlie Brown Christmas". It's the soundtrack to the Peanuts Christmas special, and hearing these songs transports me back to childhood. But more than just nostalgia, the music stands on its own. Vince Guaraldi was a fantastic jazz pianist, and his versions of some of the standard Christmas songs are fun and enjoyable.

I defy anyone to listen to "Linus and Lucy" and not dance. I don't think it's possible. Other highlights are "What Child is This", "Christmas is Coming", and "My Little Drum". But it's fantastic from beginning to end.

Rather than pick one song as my Saturday "dash of happy" song, I have to pick the whole disc. I'm listening to it now, for the first of many times over the next couple of weeks.

Happy Saturday!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Flashed on an Airplane

I was reading Advizor's post where he mentions sitting next to a beautiful blonde on a flight, and it spurred a memory that I had almost forgotten about.

This happened many years ago. I was in Florida for a work conference, and the incident happened on the flight home. I settled into my seat, and a very attractive young lady took the seat next to me. If I was around 30, she had to have been in her early 20's, and she was the whole package - cute face, bright smile, lithe little body.

Now in public situations, I really do think I give off some aura of invisibility - I'm quiet and mind my own business, and that suits me fine. But this young thing, much to my surprise, struck up a conversation, and we chatted easily for most of a three-hour flight. We talked about everything. She told me about her boyfriend, and asked about my wife and gushed over pictures of my baby. There was even a subtle whiff of flirtatiousness - no, she wasn't throwing herself at me - but it felt very nice indeed to get some interested attention from a young hottie.

And then she did something that shocked me to my core. She reached down to the hem of her long skirt, pulled it all the way up to her waist, and took it off!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. What was she doing?!? *Why* was she doing this? I couldn't have been more shocked or confused. The look on my face must have been priceless.

And then I realized that it wasn't a skirt - she had a sweater draped over her legs, and she simply picked up the sweater, revealing her shapely legs...and the shorts she was wearing.

If she noticed my reaction to her removing her "skirt", she didn't let on. We continued talking happily, and when the flight landed, we said affectionate good-bye's and went our separate ways. She was a lovely girl and a pleasant traveling companion. And I'll never forget my shock on being "flashed" in an airplane.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

"Hold On, I'm Coming"

Sam & Dave, if remembered at all these days, are probably best known for singing the original "Soul Man", long before it was covered by the Blues Brothers. But they weren't one-hit wonders, their greatest hits disc is fantastic high-energy music from beginning to end.

This Saturday's "dash of happy" is "Hold On, I'm Coming", my favorite Sam & Dave song. I remember hearing it for the first time at a college party and grabbing my friend and demanding to know the name of the song and who sang it.

I couldn't possibly hear that opening horn riff and not start moving.  And the double entendres available from the lyrics just make it that much more fun.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, December 9, 2011

FFF: Burned Coffee

(Image source: "Sunny Sunday Morning" by T.C. Reiner)
The weekend visit to see your grandmother was going well. When I heard her leave for church on Sunday morning, I woke you up and made love to you on the big featherbed. Then we went downstairs and made breakfast.

I watched you leaning against the ancient stove, sipping burned coffee from the old percolator, and I got an idea. You saw the gleam in my eye, and laughed, "No, absolutely not."

I bent you over the stove and flipped the robe up onto the small of your back.

"Not here in the kitchen. Grandma will be home from church soon."

My fist wrapped in your hair as I thrust into your pussy...pausing balls deep inside you.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me, goddammit."

Good girl...I thought you'd never ask.



The challenge this week was: 60-160 words.
The phrase "...burned coffee..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Guiltiest Pleasure

I posted a while ago that I would much rather see nude pics of regular people than porn stars or nude models. There's an element of voyeurism that I really like in seeing the amateur - the feeling that I'm seeing something that's usually secret or hidden.

I recently stumbled on what seems like the ultimate website in "regular person" voyeurism. The site features pictures of dressed women, and you guess the state of their pussy, then click to see a second undressed picture, and find out if you were right. This is *irresistably* appealing to my curiosity and my love of seeing the secret.

But the site is my guiltiest pleasure (and maybe my only guilty pleasure - I don't see any need to feel guilty over most of my pleasures. :-)) I certainly love looking at the pics and seeing the clickthroughs, but the "dressed" pics show faces, and I can't get over the nagging feeling that a lot of these pics were *not* posted by the women themselves.

I think there's a special circle of hell reserved for anyone who would betray the trust of someone who gave them (or allowed them to take) a naked picture - and then would turn around and post it on the Internet. I hope I'm wrong about the pics on this site, but I don't think I am. That keeps me from enjoying the site - and keeps me from visiting it at all very often. But *wow* does the idea ever appeal to me.

Edit: the first version of this post had the name of the site and a link to it. But since the main point of this post is my discomfort with the site, I decided I'd rather not link to it. For those dying of curiosity, I'm sure it's easily found. :-)

Saturday, December 3, 2011

A Perfect Day

One recent Saturday afternoon, I had the good fortune to be driving in the car with not one, but two lovely young ladies. It was a perfect fall day - sunny, bright, and a little cool. That's my favorite kind of weather, and the day and the company had me in a great mood. We had the iPod coming through the car stereo as I drove, and Coldplay's "Strawberry Swing" came on.

That's a song we all like, and the conversation paused so we could listen. There's a repeating lyric, "It's such a perfect day", and one of the young ladies noted that it really was a perfect day. I couldn't have agreed more. So that makes it appropriate for this Saturday's "dash of happy".

Happy Saturday!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Fun(ny) Stuff

This week's TMI Tuesday theme is a culmination of weird, funny, and odd questions I have heard over the last month. They were crazy enough so I though they’d be perfect for TMI Tuesday.

1. Finish this thought: Nerds make me realize I'm one of them. (idea from PocketRockettz)

2. If you were in a beauty pageant, which would be your ticket to the tiara? (heard on the Newlywed Game)
a. Talent
b. Interview
c. Swimsuit
d. Evening wear (i.e., gown, tuxedo)
Hmmmm...tough question. It could be the interview...I am fairly quick on my feet verbally. Evening wear is also a possibility - I've been told that I have the body type (long and lean) that looks good in a suit or tux. But I think I'll have to go with talent. I'm a world-class multi-tasker (scary, according to the Sensual Goddess), and when the committee sees the video of me reading blogs, writing blog entries, surfing the web, daydreaming all kinds of nastiness, and actually being productive at work simultaneously, I think their jaws will drop.

3. On your body what is eye candy and what is an eyesore?
I've gotten nice comments on my legs.

According to all the ladies in my house, my hair is uncontrollable, and a major problem. I now have some idea of what big-breasted women must feel when guys talk to their chest. I sit down to breakfast, and as they're talking to me, their eyes leave my face and move upwards, with looks ranging from astonishment to horror. I interrupt and ask them to bring their gaze back down to my face. :-)

4. Your penis is starring in a gritty crime drama? Which part would it play?
a. Straight laced detective
b. Hooded criminal
c. Crooked cop
Of these three choices, the only role I could play is "straight-laced detective." Maybe there's another choice, d) shady character, more to him than meets the eye initially, not certain if he's a good guy or a bad guy....  :-)

5. Would you rather? (as heard on the Graham Norton Show)
a. Eat dog food for every meal for a year or
b. Get shot in the knee
I'm sorry, but I'm not choosing either of these. If someone has the power to inflict either of them on me, then I'll manage the best I can, but I'm not undergoing either one by choice.

6. If you crapped yourself at work what would you do? (This was a poll taken at a blues bar…seriously)
a. Go commando
b. Do nothing
c. Turn ‘em inside out
d. Wash in employee sink
Seriously? I crapped myself at work?!? I'll have to add choice e) go straight to the doctor. Because if I've lost control of my bodily functions, there's something seriously wrong.

And if my answers to these last three questions give you the impression that I'm not good at playing by others' arbitrary rules...well, you might be onto something.... :-)


Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the U.S., and I'd like to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving, whether you're celebrating today or not.

I'm very much aware that I'm surrounded by blessings, and there's a lot of love in my life. I have much to be grateful for, and I am grateful.

Yes, there will be a big traditional turkey dinner today, and I'll eat my share (or maybe a little bit more), and the wine will flow. I will drink a silent toast of gratitude to the blogger community and the beautiful people I feel I've gotten to know in some small way.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Pearls

You have me in a carnal frenzy. I'm not aware of the tangle of blankets and sheets ripped out and thrown to the side, or of the pillows that I've tossed on the floor. I'm only aware of you underneath me, legs splayed wide, eyes wide and frantic and locked on mine.

What started as lovemaking is now animalistic fucking. I'm thrusting as hard as I can...pounding your pussy hard enough to make delicious squishing noises...our hips slamming together. I've long-since lost count of your orgasms, but I can feel mine approaching, and I want it badly.

I grunt that I'm about to cum, and you answer me with a high-pitched groan that I know means you want my load. A few final savage thrusts, and I can feel it starting...I can feel my balls tighten and my orgasm rising.

It takes all my willpower to not stay inside you, but I know I can't - and I also want to cum *on* you. I pull out, grabbing my slippery cock with one hand and aiming at your belly. I can feel the spurts shooting out powerfully and I know I'm spraying you...coating you with my seed.

My climax starts to subside, and I fall to the side, wrapping you in my arms. Looking down, I see a trail of white pearls starting at your belly and leading all the way up between your breasts almost to your throat. With a smile, I see you gather a pearl on your finger and bring it to your mouth.

I turn your head to me for a slow, deep kiss.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

"Righteous"

At the risk of sounding like a curmudgeonly old man, I can remember when the only way to see a musician play was to wait for them to come to my town, buy a ticket, and go see the show. Through the miracle of YouTube, I can now see just about anyone I want without leaving my fortress of solitude. And when I stop to think about it, that's pretty amazing - and I spend more time than I probably should watching concert footage of a wide variety of bands and artists.

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'll pick Eric's Johnson's "Righteous". He's an amazingly-talented guitar player - and as someone who occasionally picks up a guitar, watching someone of this caliber partly inspires me, and partly makes me feel like I have five thumbs on each hand. It mostly inspires me. And makes me very happy to be able to watch such talent.

Addendum: if you like this clip of Eric Johnson, check out his cover of Jimi Hendrix's "Are You Experienced?", from the same concert.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, November 18, 2011

FFF: Illusions

(Source image: "Monday" by Darren Hopes)
I kept my attention focused on my breath, as I'd been trained to do. As the breath slowly came to a stop, I felt the body that had been mine fall away. I passed through a state of pure white light, which slowly resolved into a room. Which contained a nearly-naked redhead.

I recognized the illusion. This had to be the second bardo, where souls awaiting rebirth can choose to experience sensual pleasures that were dear to them in their last incarnation. The redhead smiled at me, and a cat purred and rubbed against my leg. Would I move on to higher realms, or stay here for a while?

The redhead gave me a shy smile and opened her legs. I knew the choice was mine. I smiled and gave a resigned shrug, thinking, "heaven can wait."



The challenge this week was: 86-136 words.
The word "...resigned..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Formspring Follies

Today's TMI Tuesday consist of Formspring questions pulled from around the Web. The NY Times called Formspring "An E-vite to Insults and Crude Queries." I admit, I pulled the tame, less crude questions.

1. What is your favorite type of weather?
A bright, sunny, cool, fall day.

2. How do you sustain the motivation and energy needed to write erotica regularly?
Recently, I haven't been able to sustain it. I used to post long multi-part erotic fantasies, and I realize I haven't done that in a while. I enjoy writing those, but they take a lot of time and energy, and I haven't been able to find either. If I find an idea that charges me, I'll write erotica again.

3. Do you like roleplay? What is your favorite scenario?
I like the idea of it. But in the heat of the moment, I usually can't help being *me*. :-) For many years, I had an overwhelmingly favorite scenario - the older, more-experienced woman seducing me and teaching me how to make love to a woman. I'm kinda sad to realize I've outgrown this fantasy.

4. Have you ever been hurt so badly in a past relationship, that it has affected you for the rest of your life?
I've been hurt badly (hasn't everyone?) - the kind of hurt where I remember thinking that physical pain would have been far preferable - but it never scarred me permanently. No matter how badly things hurt, I never doubted that I was worthwhile and lovable.

5. What message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?
Remember that you have much to be grateful for.

6. How big is your dick?
Hahaha.... Big enough. :-)

Bonus: I would like to know, do you have Formspring on your blog? Why or why not?
No. Because I don't think anyone would ask anything. And if anyone is dying to ask me something, my e-mail address is in my profile.


Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Monday Miscellaneous

A few semi-random notes on a Monday morning:

* The new edition of e[lust] is out, and I'm thrilled to see that my entry made the "top three" posts.

* I've made some subtle changes to my blog layout, and am considering more substantial changes. I noticed a "Song of the Day" or "Now Playing" widget on some blogs, with a YouTube link to a song. I like that a lot, and have added it to the top right. I'll change the song every few days.

* "Love Your Lurkers Day" was last Thursday, and I let it go without a post. I couldn't think of much to say about it that I didn't say last year on LYL Day. I have mixed thoughts on the subject - of course I'm grateful that people read what I write here, but I do wish that regular lurkers would leave comments, or just say hi.

Happy Monday!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

e[lust] #31

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #32 ? Start with the rules, come back in January to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

A Feminist Defense of Consensual Nonconsent - How does a woman who identifies as a feminist reconcile her desire to submit to her partner during sex? Being somewhat new to kink, I had some trepidations about how submission seemingly went against my ethics.

Intimates - As the evening drew on, I felt like the sexiest woman alive. It’s strange to describe it this way, but I actually felt brimming with a sort of sexual energy. A lustiness, a sexiness, an allure and a desire all at once.

Tightest Space - I'm paying close attention to your moans, and I stop whenever it feels like it might be too much. But the incredibly tight feeling of your ass gripping my cock is so delicious that I need to get all the way in.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

An Open Letter to the Sex Toy Industry - I write this post not to just let off some steam but with the smallest glimmer of hope that maybe…….just maybe….some of these words will land on the right computer screen and be taken to heart. Maybe one change will happen.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

International #Fisting Day!! - Beyond awareness and calling for action, I think International Fisting Day is a great day to celebrate fisting; an intimate, hugely erotic and often orgasmic act that doesn’t get the recognition it deserves.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Bit about Crushes
Are You on the Pill?
How to Approach Your Partner with a Fantasy
Meeting New People
Sex And Disability: What Does the Literature Say?
Settling – Striving For Connections in Non-Monogamy
Sex and Heart Attacks
Training my rear end

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Getting Past The Word 'Slut'
Private Pictures
The Fetish Fashion of l'Enfant Terrible

Kink & Fetish

Enough is Enough
Hands
In his hands the vibe was intensity personified
Live Well
Public Exposure: The Third Birthday Fantasy
Rope
Scammers come in different flavours
When Submission is a Dry Biscuit

Erotic Writing

A contrast in swinging
A Frightened Heart
6-Some Fun
Bent
Come Again
Emily
Her First Time
In the Bathroom
Move
treat

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Another Saucy (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

I can't remember the redhead's "name", but it was something ridiculous like Bubbles or Brandi. She took us to the private lap dance area, and asked which one of us she should concentrate on. We pointed at each other, and the Sensual Goddess insisted that she wanted to watch me get the lap dance. We asked about the ground-rules, and were told that the only thng not allowed was touching the pussy.

When the next song started, Bubbles got on my lap and gyrated - and it wasn't erotic at all. She wasn't into it, and I wasn't into it. Yes, she was an attractive girl, and yes, she was soft in all the right places, but it just didn't work. When the song ended, we thanked her and went back to our table.

We watched some more of the proceedings, and SG asked me if I was going to get another lap dance. I was ready to suggest we get out of there, when I spotted the big-breasted blonde we had noticed earlier in the evening. I thought if I could meet her eye, we'd get a lap dance, otherwise we'd call it a night. Sure enough, she walked toward us - I caught her eye and smiled, and she smiled back. I asked about a lap dance, and she was happy to oblige.

She led us to the private area, and was engaged, smiling, and friendly. She chatted happily with both of us as we waited for the next song to begin, and SG was giving me excited looks, as if to say, "Now *this* is what we came here for!" She explained the same ground rules, then asked SG if *she* had any rules. She smiled and nodded "no."

The next song started and she gave me a lap dance to remember. She writhed on me, ground against me, and pressed her body into mine from every possible angle. She put herself in position for me to touch her, and she felt fantastic. She was pretty as well as shapely, and she made delicious eye contact with me as she straddled and dry-humped me. It was connected and arousing - I didn't mistake it for real emotional connection or real passion, I know very well that she was doing it for the money we paid her - but if there isn't some semblance of a connection, I'm simply not interested.

The song ended, and when I looked over at SG, she was all smiles. When asked if we wanted to continue for another song, we both nodded eagerly. The second song was the same as the first, only more so. She asked SG, who was sitting very close, to touch her as she writhed on me, and her tentative touches were very cute. SG asked her if we could bring her home with us, and she laughed.

The song came to an end, and this time I answered "no, thanks" to the question of whether we wanted to continue for another song. She gave me a warm hug, then we went back to our table. It was fun, but I'm a cheap bastard thrifty soul at heart, and $20 per song is too steep a price to do more than a few times. I was happy, and SG was thrilled. She said watching her writhe on me was very arousing, and that she would have been happy to stay for more songs.

Back to our table, we realized that we never asked her name. Not that it mattered - we've dubbed all strippers "Saucy", after our first fun encounter. And we agreed that this one was the best Saucy yet.

SG's final word on the evening: "I think I know what you want more than you do. I knew the minute I saw that blonde that she was the one. Next time I'm just going to tell you to go back to the private area, and I'll pick out a girl and bring her back to give you a lap dance."

If she insists.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Another Saucy (Part 1)

My last post mentioned a weekend trip to help an ailing family member. I'm now home again after a long weekend of a lot of driving and a lot of hard work. We feel good that we did what had to be done - and there was also some time for fun and games.

The Sensual Goddess, no doubt realizing that all work and no play makes Max a dull boy (or maybe a cranky boy), reminded me of our adventures with a stripper named Saucy on a previous visit to her home and native land. With some free time Saturday night, she asked if going to find another Saucy and getting a lap dance would be sufficient payment for my hard work. I conceded that it would be a start.

She then surprised me by asking if I didn't have some blogger friends near where we were, and did I want to ask them to meet us? Sadly, it didn't work out, but that was a generous offer on her part, and it would have been nice to meet a blogger friend and have a drink.

We did a little Internet research on nearby strip clubs, settled on one, and found it with no trouble. It was set back in an industrial park and garishly lit in neon on the outside. We went inside and found it busy, though not packed. We found a table for two well back from the stage, ordered a beer, and took in our surroundings.

There was a large stage up front, with mirrors behind it, and a brass pole in front. There was loud thumping music to accompany the dancer, though thankfully not so loud as to prevent conversation. There were big flat-screen televisions on each side of the stage. The one on the left was showing porn. Giving away the country we were in, the TV on the right had ice hockey on.

Girls danced on the stage for three songs. They typically started in lingerie, bared their breasts during the second song, and showed their pussy during the third. The girls who weren't on stage walked around and mingled with the crowd, trying to get takers for private lap dances or to go to the VIP room.

The Sensual Goddess kept up a very funny running commentary on the girls, and the other patrons. Her first comment was, "These girls are going to love you. You smell good, and some of the guys who have walked past our table don't." Some of her other highlights: watching a very petite dancer, "I don't think so...you'd hurt her." Looking at a big rough-looking girl, "No, I think she'd hurt you." (I was thinking the same thought!)

As we watched the dancers and the scene, I really wasn't turned on at all. We watched the girls on stage with academic interest, discussing how they looked and how they moved. It occurred to me that just the sight of a naked female body would have turned me on a lot years ago. Don't get me wrong, it's still a lovely sight, but that alone isn't enough any more.

The porn on TV couldn't have been less arousing - it could have been goats mating for all it was doing for me. It was just body parts sliding together - no emotion, no connection - just empty. I'd rather watch the hockey game.

At one point, a big-breasted blonde walked past, and the Sensual Goddess said ,"Yep, there's the one for you." I didn't disagree, but then we didn't see her again. SG was asking when I was going to get a lap dance, so when a tall slim girl with long red hair asked if we wanted a lap dance, I said "sure."

(Continued here)

Saturday, November 5, 2011

"Rockin' Down the Highway"

I was thinking about a "dash of happy" song for today, and my first thought was "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band", as a clever(?) follow-up to my Twenty Years Ago Today post. And that is a happy song - but I decided on something else.

I'll be spending many many hours this weekend driving, in order to help some family members who really need the help. There will almost certainly be some time for a nice meal and some laughs with some wonderful in-laws. But there's going to be a whole lot of time on the road, and a lot of hard work to do in a short time while there.

There are a lot of good happy road songs, but the one that's in my head now is The Doobie Brothers' "Rocking' Down the Highway".
Got those highway blues, can't you hear my motor runnin'
Flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor
Yep, that'll be me, flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor. :-)

Happy Saturday!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Twenty Years Ago Today

No, this has nothing to do with Sgt. Pepper. I realized recently that the date was sticking in my head...that something had happened that I should remember. And then it hit me - it was the anniversary of my first marriage. And not only the anniversary, but twenty years. Wow, that's a long time.

The realization brought up memories, both sad and happy. Sad, obviously, because of how the relationship and the marriage ended. In hindsight, I realize that I went into it hopelessly innocent and naive. It was my first real relationship, and I see now that I was trying to follow in my parents' footsteps...young, full of high hopes and good intentions, and blissfully unaware of the rough road ahead. But while I'm sad about how it ended, I've long since stopped beating myself up - maybe I didn't always handle things as skillfully as I could have, but I tried my honest best.

But there are also memories from that day that still make me smile. And that have nothing to do with my ex-wife.

The wedding was a standard formal wedding - a church ceremony in the afternoon, followed by a reception at a hotel banquet hall. When the reception ended, people were still in a charged up and celebrating, so we continued the evening in the hotel bar. The drinks were flowing, and everyone was dancing, and I became aware that my new wife's girlfriends and co-workers were looking at me in a way I had never been looked at before - with undisguised lust.

The realization hit me like a bolt of electricity - that these hot young things were looking at *me* that way. I guess the day had gone so well that they were imagining themselves as brides, and I guess I looked pretty good as a bridegroom. Whatever the case, I had a few drinks in me by that point, and was having decidedly non-faithful thoughts just hours into my new marriage.

Of course I didn't follow up on any of the smoldering looks being flashed my way. I was Mr. Straight-and-Narrow in those innocent days - my imagination was as wicked as ever, but I don't think there was any possible way I would have acted on my wicked thoughts - on any night, let alone my wedding night!

I look back on that night with a smile as probably the high-water-mark of my desirability as a man - the one night in my life when I had a roomful of hotties wishing they were the one with me. I don't say that with any bitterness - I'm infinitely more comfortable with who I am now, and wouldn't go back there for all the money in the world. But I'll admit I had many a fantasy of how I might have taken advantage of things that night. It's a fun memory.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Let's Talk About Sex

1. What sexual act arouses you the most? For that matter, what nonsexual act arouses you the most?
There's no question - kissing. I'm sure I've blogged about this before. I love everything about kissing - it's intimate, it's connected, and it's delicious. There's so much communication possible in a kiss. I find it *highly* arousing, either as a preliminary to other things, or as an end in itself. For a non-sexual act, I would say dancing, or any kind of sensual body movement.

2. What is your signature or "go to" move that is sure to get a lover in the mood for sex?
I definitely don't have a signature move. But if I'm trying to suggest something, or set the mood, it would be through touch. I'm very sensitive to touch, both touching and being touched, and I'm very tactile with those I'm close to. And I don't mean in a mauling/groping way. But if we're together, I'll take little opportunities to touch you. As with kissing, I find it intimate and connected, and there's also a lot of communication that can be exchanged through little touches.

3. Do you queef?
I don't (and couldn't), but I think every partner I've ever been with has. I don't see how you can avoid it. Lovemaking just pushes air in there, so it has to work its way out. Not a big deal (though I might make a joke about it, depending on the circumstances. :-))

4. What's the weirdest thing that's happened to YOU as a result of your sex writings (e.g., blog, erotica, sex toy reviews)? (borrowed from Insatiabear)
I'm drawing a blank on this one.... I can't think of anything weird that's happened. This blog has been a 100% positive experience. I've gotten to know, in some very small way, some really beautiful people in the blogger community. No weirdness...yet.

5. Have you ever had sex while someone watched?
...someone else was in the room?
...someone else in the bed, next to you and the person you’re having sex with?
What were the circumstances?
Yes, yes, and yes. I've blogged a little about the handful of times the Sensual Goddess and I went to a sex club in the nearby big city. Those posts are tagged "The Club". That was a few years ago, and we never investigated whether there are other options after that club was closed down by the city. We never participated with anyone else - we did a lot of watching (which was *fantastic*). There are still erotic visions dancing in my head from those nights.

6. When it comes to sex, and discussing it with your teen have you or would you:
a. Let school sex education handle it
b. Hand the teen a book or point them to a website
c. Talk frankly and openly
d. Avoid it all together–society, friends, and the internet will give all the info needed
a, b, and c.

Click Here, it's important.

Bonus: Remember the song, "I'm too sexy?" CLICK to refresh your memory
What are you too sexy for?
Well, rather than give my own opinion, I'll defer to the young ladies in my house. Recently they saw a quiz on rating a man in one of their magazines, and with much laughter applied the quiz to me. To everyone's howling amusement, the quiz results pegged me as "undateable, and pretty much hopeless." By the standards of that magazine, I hoped for nothing less. :-)


Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

"Harvest Moon"

I'm still enjoying my favorite season, despite the fact that a rare October snow has it looking like a winter wonderland outside my window. But I'll ignore that inconvenient fact and choose another autumn song for this week's "dash of happy" song.

Neil Young's "Harvest Moon" is a beautiful song with beautiful longing lyrics, and the thought of dancing with an old lover one more time by the light of the moon is a happy thought.
But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.
Happy Saturday!

Friday, October 28, 2011

FFF: Tenebrous

(Source image: "Battire" by Gernot)
I looked up from my sketchpad, admiring her sleek form as she stood against the column. Such a sexy girl. If only she could keep quiet. But no, as if on cue, she turned her head and fairly spat at me:

"You're actually drawing *me*, I hope. And not making this into some stupid Halloween thing?"

I smiled at her and finished adding a bat-wing to her arm.

"And could you keep the title simple this time? No big fancy words I can't understand, okay?"

I glanced down at the caption I had just added. "Tenebrous Cunt."

I looked down into my bag and confirmed that the ball gag was there. Yes, very soon....



The challenge this week was: 80-120 words.
The phrase "...tenebrous..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Recommended Reading

Here are a couple of recent blog posts I really enjoyed.  I'm posting these partly to share, and partly so that I'll have easy access to them for when I want to re-read (and we all know that easy access is so much fun. :-))

Play With Yourself While I Fuck You: Fruit Taster's thoughts on pleasing a woman are identical to mine - so much so that I feel I could have written his post (though probably not as eloquently.)

Markers of Success (Smell Like Strawberry): The Redheaded Slut writes about what makes a relationship a success, and her thoughts resonate with me strongly. I think she's captured some real truths.

Finally, here's something that might give a chuckle:
Early STD-Prevention Posters

Monday, October 24, 2011

Strange Dream

I very rarely have explicit sexual dreams. Sometimes I'll dream that I'm with a woman in a sexually-charged situation - but it almost never gets graphic. That was not the case the other night.

I dreamed that I was on a bed with a woman (who was not familiar to me from real life.) She was on all fours, and I was behind her with two fingers in her ass. Her ass was so tight that it was almost painfully squeezing my fingers. I was slowly pumping my fingers in and out, and she was going wild with pleasure. She was bucking hard, and I pushed her head and chest down onto the bed. She continued bucking in ecstasy, and I firmly told her to hold still. She continued writhing, and I resolved that I was going to grab her hard and make her stay still.

And then I woke up.

It was very vivid. I don't assign any meaning to it, though I welcome any amateur analysis. :-)

Friday, October 21, 2011

FFF: Pained Delight



Take 1: "Sounds of Pleasure"
I e-mailed you the MP3 file with specific instructions - you were only to listen to it in bed naked, in a dark room, with headphones on. You told me later that listening to me pleasure myself, and hearing me call your name as I climaxed, gave you a pained delight, as I was so far away. The final spoken words, telling you that I was currently in a hotel room a short distance from you, eased the pain.



Take 2: "Instructions"
You listened to my firm instructions, then shook the headphones off, a look of pained delight on your face. Without hesitating, you stripped naked, unlocked the hotel room door, put the blindfold on, laid down on the bed, reached up to grab the headboard, and waited.



The challenge this week was: 38-98 words.
The phrase "...pained delight..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Almost Heaven

I just finished reading through the "dash of happy" rules and regulations, and while there's a lot of impenetrable legalese (and in French!), I couldn't find anything saying that "happy" posts have to be on a Saturday. Since I was traveling and mostly offline over the weekend, I see no reason not to make a "happy" post now.

My choice for a happy song this week is John Denver's "Country Roads." I've loved this song since I was a boy, have played it recently with a group, and the opening lyrics describe the part of the country I was in over the weekend:
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
The Blue Ridge mountains were a gorgeous mix of reds, yellows, oranges, and greens, and the Shenandoah River was clear and sparkling with reflected sunlight. I had the chance to hike some mountain trails, and it didn't feel like "almost heaven" - it felt like the real thing.

Happy Saturday Tuesday!

Friday, October 14, 2011

FFF: Return Desk


The return desk clerk was not being helpful. "What makes you think the Wish-fulfilling Picture Frame is defective?"

I tried to remain calm. "I'll get it out of the box and show you."

I plugged it in, concentrated, and her image appeared.

The clerk looked triumphant. "It's perfect, right? The hair...."

It's true, the thick mane was perfect. I remembered grabbing a tight fistful of her hair and holding her just where I wanted her...yanking her head back and giving me access to the soft white neck I loved to devour.

He looked at me questioningly. "The body?"

No, the body was perfect, just as I remembered.

I pulled out a photo. "It's the tattoo. You see it's on her ankle, but it's supposed to be on her shoulder."

"My apologies sir, we'll refund your money."



The challenge this week was: 80-112 words.
The emotion "calm" must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Monday, October 10, 2011

e[lust] #30

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you're looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you're going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #31? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week's Top Three Posts ~

Crotch Topiary & Other Delights - I admit I started simple, I realised my teenage dream of having a Winona-inspired heart emblazoned on my mound. It was perfect. I used Contact paper to design my heart and just went to town pulling out every hair that was not covered.

In Defense of Exclusion - Sometimes it's nice to be with people who are like you. It's nice to be around people who get your kink, your fetish - to be somewhere that you don't have to explain it to.

The Boy At Summer Camp - It started with an email with the subject line 'butch at your service,' and an offer for a blow job. And I thought, hm. Well, you know, I do like those. But I'm not usually attracted to boys.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ask Lilly: "My sex toy stinks - what should I do?" - Would you put it in your mouth with that smell? Would you gag from the smell and taste? If yes, then why the hell put it in your vagina or ass??

~ Featured Post (Lilly's Pick) ~

A Day At The Circus

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the 'read more' tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

A Long Hot Weekend
A night time walk
A Summer Honeymoon
Blithely Sauntering
Cleaning Up
Cigar
Dreamweaver
Ep 2: One Last Time
Full Frontal Nerdity
Get ready for take off...
Hear this
Let's Play a Game
Le Glamour, the best swing club experience ever
Perspective
Patience for What She Wants
The Cane
The Car Wash
what makes you happy?

Kink & Fetish

A First Ever Punishment
crunk
Having Respect for Dominants
One Year. Today
Spider silk
Those inside-out, head-exploding orgasms
To Munch Or Not To Munch?

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

assplay and me...
Comparisons
Here Comes The Bride
Lover as Chameleon - Flexible Sexual Kinkery
Must we all get along?
Not all conclusions are easy to come by
Non-Monogamy and Starbucks
The (Female) Phenomenon of Emotional Masochism
Why I Love Sex (In That 70's Show)

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Internet Drag
Selling Used Socks on eBay for Extra Money
Sex in Sin City (Yes I had me some...)
The Curses of the Scarlet Woman
Things I Looove Thursday

Friday, October 7, 2011

FFF: Enthusiastically


Our first visit to the swinger's club had not been what we hoped. It was something we both enthusiastically said we wanted to try, but despite my best efforts, she was clearly uptight and uncomfortable. She asked if we could leave after she went to the ladies room, and I agreed.

When she returned, however, I had found a new friend. She reminded me that we were going to leave, but I was...preoccupied.

"Max, look at the time. We really should get going."

"Max, when I finish this drink, I really want to go."

"Max, are you listening to a word I say?"

"Max?"



The challenge this week was: 78-208 words.
The word "enthusiastically" must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Tightest Space

You look at me questioningly when I pull out of you and roll you on your side. I lay behind you, moving in close, pressing my body into yours and holding you in my arms. My hard cock nestles between your ass cheeks, and you push back into me, wanting more. Don't worry, you're going to get *plenty* more.

My hand reaches down to spread your cheeks, and my fingers slowly explore. I slide a finger into your moist folds, then rub your clit in slow circles. You reward me with a moan of pleasure, and I move my lips to your neck, kissing and sucking the soft flesh.

I dip my finger into your pussy, getting it nice and wet, then I move it down, to the entrance of your tight little back door. I tease you, circling your asshole with my wet finger. I feel your body tense slightly, and your moan changes pitch.

I whisper in your ear, "It's been too long since I took you in the ass. I think I need that right now."

A pause. Then another whisper in your ear. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" Softly, "Yes." Good girl.

I reach over to the nightstand and get the bottle of lube. I coat my cock, then dab some on my finger and spread lube on your entrance. You're still laying on your side, and I move in close behind you again. I spread your cheeks and touch my finger to your asshole. I circle it, then slowly push my finger in. You're as tight as I knew you would be, and I ever-so-slowly pump it in and out, letting you relax and get used to the feeling. I pull my finger out and touch my cockhead to your opening, getting in position.

You whisper nervously, "Go slowly," and I assure you that I will, and that I don't want to hurt you.

"Do you trust me?" "Yes." Good girl.

I bring your hand back and tell you to hold your cheeks open for me. My lips move to your neck again, as my hips push forward slowly but firmly. I need to get my head inside, then I'll stop.

Your moan goes up an octave as you feel me stretching you open, but you stay with me, and I finally feel my head pop inside your tight ring. I stop immediately and wrap an arm around you. I kiss your neck, then your earlobe, then whisper in your ear that I'm in, and that we'll pause here to let you get used to my thickness. I ask if you're okay, and you assure me that you are.

My lips move back to your throat, and my hand reaches around to squeeze a breast and tweak your hard nipple. You moan with pleasure, and I stay right there, kissing and stroking you. I can feel you relax, and I very slowly push a fraction of an inch of my shaft into you. You grunt and then moan, so I pause, and then push slowly for another split second.

We continue this way, going as slowly as I possibly can, and maybe even slower. I'm paying close attention to your moans, and I stop whenever it feels like it might be too much. But the incredibly tight feeling of your ass gripping my cock is so delicious that I need to get all the way in.

You ask if I'm almost all the way in, and when I whisper "yes", you say, "then fuck me."

I don't need to be asked twice. I grip your hip firmly and thrust slowly in the rest of the way in. When I feel your ass gripping the very base of my cock, I let out a deep moan a pleasure.

I slowly pull out an inch or two, then slide back in. We're using plenty of lube, but you're so damn tight that it's still slow going. I'm holding you tightly, my hands wandering over your body, my body pressed into yours. I fuck you with longer strokes. I smile when I feel you push back at me as I thrust, and your moans of pleasure confirm that you love this new sensation as much as I do. I feel like we couldn't be more intensely connected.

While I wish this feeling could last forever, I know it's just too good, and that I'm not going to be able to hold off my climax. I whisper in your ear that you're going to make me cum, and you give me a moan of excitement, and tell me to shoot into your ass. Those nasty words push me over the edge, and I grip you tightly, thrust deep, roar like a bull, and shoot a huge load deep into your ass.

I stay inside you, still mostly hard, for a while after my climax. I hold you, stroke you, kiss you. Finally, I slide out of your tightest space. Fully sated. For now.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

My Favorite Season

For those of us in the Northern hemisphere, it's now autumn. Personally, that's cause for celebration. While I love all the things you can do outside during the summer, in the Northeast, summer all-too-often means unbearable, sweltering humidity. Fall is my favorite season by far - I love the crisp clear fall air, the sight and smell of the leaves changing, the *feel* of the woods, and the sight of big full harvest moon.

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'm choosing "Longing/Love" from George Winston's "Autumn" disc. It's a beautiful solo piano piece, and seems appropriate for this new season.

Happy Saturday, and happy fall!

Friday, September 30, 2011

FFF: Lost


I couldn't help myself. I knew it wasn't a good idea to meet you at lunchtime on a work day. But you teased me with the wicked fun we could have, and reminded me how lunchtime today would be our only opportunity in who-knows-how-long, and my feeble resistance disintegrated. It's not that I didn't want to see you - of course I was desperate to. It's just that we're so damned electric together that I was afraid I'd be useless for my big afternoon meeting.

Now, at 2:00pm, it's taken all our willpower to disentangle, hurriedly clean up and dress, and get back to our offices. As I feared, all I can think about is the endless passionate kisses, the feel of your naked body against mine, and all the sweet, nasty, and intense ways I *took* you.

Walking across town to the client offices, I tried to focus, but it was impossible. I was lost in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I walked down the street, seeing the two of us entwined in every passing couple, your look of ecstasy on the face of every passing woman.

Entering the client's offices, I was shown back to the president's office, where the attractive brown-eyed admin said they'd be with me in just a minute. She asked if I wanted a coffee while I waited? As she walked over to the coffee-maker, I watched the curve of her ass, and felt a growing desire, despite my recent lunch.

She walked back over, handed me the coffee cup, then leaned in close and whispered, "Can I please have my panties back?"

I smiled an evil smile, winked, and thanked you for the coffee.



The challenge this week was: 150-354 words.
The word "lost" must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

On John Mayer

I sometimes look over the Sensual Goddess's shoulder as she surfs the celebrity gossip websites. Sometimes we'll laugh about the ridiculousness of someone's behavior - or she'll draw my attention to some busty young starlet whose name I don't know and won't remember.

One thing I noticed is that John Mayer is inevitably referred to as a douchebag. Now I like John Mayer as a guitarist, so I was curious why the gossip pages are so hard on him. With a little Googling, I learned that it's because he's the King of TMI. (Maybe this is common knowledge to most of the world, but it was news to this mostly non-follower of pop culture.)

Holy smokes, I have never seen anyone so self-destructingly honest. Here are some highlights to an interview he gave to Playboy Magazine. He answers their questions honestly and at length, seemingly with no regard to how how those answers are going to make him look. I find it both refreshing (he's actually giving insight into what makes him tick, instead of just spouting the usual publicist-approved non-answers) and appalling (there are some opinions you should just keep to yourself.)

I just find it interesting - I'm not his fan or defender. But I'm not inclined to join the "what a douchebag" crowd. From what I've read, the guy has issues and doesn't seem very happy, despite his success. So I'll think of him with compassion instead of scorn. I guess I've also stopped expecting sports or music stars to be role models - I just appreciate their athletic or musical talent, and try not to look at them as model human beings.

Anyway, all I really care about is that the guy really can play the guitar. His John Mayer Trio, with Pino Palladino on bass and Steve Jordan on drums, is three amazing musicians making great music. Here's "Who Did You Think I Was" and "Good Love is on the Way".

Monday, September 26, 2011

Monday Silliness

Here's an actual conversation with the Sensual Goddess from this past weekend:
"Oh for Pete's sake, it just won't go down, will it?"

"No, not really."

"You're sure it won't?!?" A mix of frustration and accusation, "I don't think you're even trying to make it go down."

Laughing, "I'm trying."

Resignedly, "Do I need to help you with this?"
We're talking, of course, about my hair. I'm growing out a crewcut, and it's currently in the awkward in-between stage that's been dubbed "Chia Pet" (which I blogged about in the Spring when I was in the same state.)

Fortunately there's a happy ending to this story. With the right technique, we've discovered that it actually will go down. :-)

Happy Monday!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Farewell to R.E.M. (and "Happy")

I was sad when I heard the news this week that R.E.M. had called it quits. It's true that I haven't paid much (if any) attention to their last few releases, but they made a lot of great music over a whole lot of years.

I won't claim to have been a *huge* R.E.M. fan - I never saw them play live, and I was never that big a fan of some of their biggest radio hits, but I really love a lot of their music, and a few of their discs are prominent in my iPod's rotation. I'll put "Automatic for the People" on my list of ten CD's to take to a desert island, and "Everybody Hurts" was a real comfort to me during a very painful time.

I particularly like Michael Stipe's quote:
"A wise man once said--'the skill in attending a party is knowing when it's time to leave.' We built something extraordinary together. We did this thing. And now we're going to walk away from it."
I think that's right - there *is* wisdom in knowing when it's time to move on from something that's no longer working, no matter how good it was in the past. It's also one of the most difficult things - at least for me.

Since it's Saturday, that means "dash of happy", and I'll have to go with an R.E.M. song today. Here's "Finest Worksong", which never fails to get me tapping my foot - and maybe even playing a little air guitar along with it.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, September 23, 2011

FFF: Supernova


Getting home from work, I went through the day's mail, grabbed a handful of envelopes that were obviously birthday cards, and sat down to open them. There were the standard Hallmark cards from elderly aunts, and best wishes from my insurance agent. Then there was one more - a big lavendar-colored envelope with no return address.

I opened it, and before I could read the card, a glossy 5x7 photo fell into my lap. I looked at it and smiled. Ah yes, the hot little number in the apartment across the hall. I knew she was up to something when she frantically had me undress her and take her right inside her apartment door. So she had a camera set up.... The brazen little slut. And sending me the pic in a birthday card. I smiled evilly to myself - yeah, that would get her a few extra swats next time.

I turned the pic over and saw the writing on the back:
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me
'Cause you're a human supernova....
I smiled. Liz Phair. The song she said she wished she'd written for me.

I sat up abruptly and put the photo away as I heard rustling from the bedroom.

"I thought I'd take you out someplace nice for your birthday. But I can't find my thigh-high stockings. You know the ones? With the lace at the top?"

I smiled to myself. "Sure, I know the ones. I know I've seen them recently. But I'm not sure where they are now...."



With PB still offline at the beginning of the week, Lexi stepped in with a corker of a challenge. The picture above should be used to illustrate an entry containing an even number of words, and should include song lyrics or a quotation from a poem.

Note that PB is now back - battered and bruised, but thankfully recovering. The story of his absence is here, and we're happy to hear that he'll be resuming his FFF duties next week.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Cleaning Up

You have me in a carnal frenzy, on top of you, between your spread legs. I'm taking you hard, and I push up off of you to get a better angle. I look down to see the erotic vision of my cock sliding into you...your pussy lips stretched in an impossibly wide "O" around my thick cock. That delicious sight sends me to another level of arousal, and my gaze locks with yours as I grunt that you're going to make me cum.

And you are going to make me cum. I wish I could hold off forever, and continue fucking you...but it's just not possible. You feel too damn good, and I feel my climax welling up at the base of my balls. I feel it rise, and I thrust savagely into you and roar in your ear as I unload deep inside you.

I slowly come back to earth, still locked together with you, and still quite hard (though slowly softening.) We kiss, we touch, we stroke. There are soft whispers, but most of the talk is with our eyes and our fingers.

I know you were close to an orgasm of your own when I climaxed, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you there. But don't worry, I have other ideas.

You give me a cute little pout when I slowly pull out of you, but I give you a soft kiss and tell you we're not done. I tip your chin up and kiss your neck, then I kiss your collar-bone and your chest. I give your breasts some teasing attention, and some slow licks to your hard little nipples.

I look up to meet your eyes, and you smile and whisper "Don't tease me."

I assure you I'm not teasing you, and I release your nipple and kiss downwards, moving to your belly. I reach down with my hands to spread your legs. I continue kissing downwards, and when I look up at you, the message in your eyes is "Are you really going to?"

You're goddamn right I am. I move between your legs and push your knees to your chest. Your pussy is soaked with our combined juices, and the smell of raw sex is intoxicating. I give you a long slow lick along the length of your slit, ending at the hard bud of your clit. I wrap my lips around your clit and suck, lashing it with my tongue.

I hear your moan, and I look up and see your head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed. I stop sucking and give your ass cheek a quick smack. You look down, startled, and see an evil smile on my face. "Watch me eat your pussy. Your beautiful cum-filled cunt."

Our locked gaze is electric, and I know you're going to watch me. You wouldn't dare *not* watch me. I'm going to watch your face as you climax for me. After you've climaxed, and are begging me for mercy, I'm going to come up and kiss you deeply, sharing our combined taste with you.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Choices

1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:
A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance.
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop.
D) Get your car, pick up his/her luggage and speed to the airport.

Depends on how pressed I am for time. B) if I have some place I need to be, D) if I have the time. And the fact that they're good-looking doesn't affect my answer.


2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:
A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home.

Of these choices, D) and A) both sound good. But if choice E) was a remote wilderness trailhead with a fully-equipped backpack, I might choose differently.


3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:
A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess.
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you!

B) and C) both sound good. But again, I'm feeling limited by the choices here. How about E) light a candle and read a book or play the acoustic gutar?


4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?
A) Sign it
B) Just not get married

A) I'll sign it. If the relationship is perfect, then I'm going with it. If we break up, I don't want her money anyway. But this question assumes I want to get married, and I've blogged a number of times about my issues with the whole concept of marriage as it's set up today.


5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?
Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE

Well, when a friend asked me about my guitar (shortly after I bought it used), I told him I've never had such strong feelings about an inanimate object. He's reminded me of the line many times since.


Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
A lot of money?  And then I can seriously think about Question #2. :-)


Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Friday, September 16, 2011

FFF: A New Playmate


I had agreed to the conditions. I was just to watch you play with our new friend. We'd done a lot of virtual playing, but she said she only wanted to play with you on this first meeting.

I picked her up at the airport while you checked into the hotel and texted me, "Room 124."

We arrived - eager anticipation filling the air. You reminded me of the rules, and I smiled and sat down.

I watched, rapt, as you kissed her. After endless sensual foreplay, you laid her down, spread her legs, and peeled her panties off. My load was still leaking out of her sopping pussy.

You looked over at me, grinned, muttered "bastard", then began sucking my cum out of her.



With PB still offline, France has stepped in with a ball-busting an exacting challenge. The picture above should be used to illustrate an entry of *exactly* 124 words, and the word "load" must be used.

If PB remains offline, Lexi has volunteered to provide next week's challenge.