Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr

Could Small Breasts Make a Comeback?

2012-01-21T15:23:00.002-05:00

This was the subtitle of an interesting article I read on Slate the other day. The author, though a gay man, argues hopefully that small breasts will become fashionable again, and that the heroine of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" movie will speed this along.

I think he's overly hopeful that one movie will turn the cultural opinion around, but I'm with him in his hope that the pendulum will swing back the other way. Lord knows I'm not against big breasts - Salma Hayek and Katy Perry are still prominent on my Celebrity Pass list (though not just because of their bra size.) But big breasts alone don't make a woman sexy, and I especially dislike the current cultural assumption that huge breasts are necessary to be desirable.

Personally, I would *much* rather see a small natural breast than a big fake one. And bigger is not necessarily better - the small perky breast can be the prettiest thing going.

I'm reminded of an old joke. A single guy decides it's time to get married, and has to decide which of the three women he's been dating will be the one he proposes to. The first woman is a beautiful blonde from a wealthy family. The second is a tall brunette who's finishing up her medical school degree. And the third is a redhead who's a yoga instructor and a gourmet cook.

Which one does he choose? The one with the big tits.

The joke makes me laugh, but I also think it's time to grow up and appreciate that there are many kinds of beauty. In this, as in so much else, vive la différence.

High Leather Boots, Again

2012-01-19T13:53:00.002-05:00

Last night, I stopped in a local brew-pub with some friends. We had ordered our beers and settled into conversation when an attractive young lady wearing jeans and high leather boots came in and walked past our group. The guy I was talking with is younger than me, single, and not too subtle, and his head swiveled as she walked past. I'm a bit ~~sneakier~~ cooler, and was able to follow her with my eyes (and also take in my friend's reaction) without swiveling my head.

When she was out of sight, he turned to me with an appreciative smile, and I laughed out loud. I don't remember which of us said it first, but we agreed enthusiastically that jeans and high leather boots are a killer combination.

I'm not a "foot" or "footwear" guy. An attractive woman is attractive whether she's wearing boots, shoes, sandals, sneakers, or no shoes at all. And I don't really care about heels - high heels, low heels, flats...it's all the same to me. But there's just something about high leather boots that I really like - and that I also can't explain why I like.

Looking back, I see that I wrote a virtually identical post last year about this time. And I'll probably write another one next year.

My fingers are crossed that high leather boots never go out of style.

e[lust] #32

2012-01-16T16:21:00.000-05:00

Photo courtesy of Lady Grinning Soul

Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as libido, fake orgasms, teenage lust, voyeurism, BDSM consent and so much more. Want to be included in e[lust] #33? Start with the rules, come back in February to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ The Top Three Posts ~

Assent Matters by SherynB - Find your emotional power to recognize and say “no” to what you don’t want BEFORE you get naked and tied up and give up your actual physical power to walk away to anybody.

Forever The Night - ‘Why the hell shouldn’t I listen? This is my home, my bedroom after all’. So I do listen and I do feel myself twitch at every minute sound on the other side of that fucking wall.

Hands. Fingers. Pleasure. - This was the first time a boy's fingers had such unfettered access to my pussy. Prior gropings under and through clothes had never been like this.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

The Fake Orgasm: You think you know, but you have no idea - I am 34 and I have faked orgasms. There ya have it. But I have never and will never qualify doing so as “I did it for him”.

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

Sadie Says... Awake - In the haze of my missing libido I also lost myself. I began to wonder if I remembered who the hell I was?

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!

Kink & Fetish

Connection, Intimacy & Trust
DQ Earns a Pass from Chasity
Five Little Words
Naked and kinky in a busy sex shop
Sharp Tongues and Good Pain
Sexual violence
The Duke Story
'Twas the Night Before Kinky
The Pink Elephant
Who I Am
Who Are You to Change Us?
Waking You

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Busy Writing
Help! My Vibrator Won't Work
Men and Visual Stimulation
Slippery and sticky and covered in lube
The Safe Zone - Giving Yourself Permission To Screw Up in Non-Monogamy
Until Death Do Us Part

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Interview With Senior Sexuality Advocate Joan Price

Erotic Writing

21
A Read to Remember
Aurelia (A Dirty Kind Of Grace part 1)
A Fistful
banana bread
Christmas Day
Last night in Cap D'Adge
Later On In The Evening
Meat Hooks & Butcher's Twine
Reside
Sugarbutch Star: blckndblue, The Pink Dress
she and he and me...
Surprise Orgasm
wind

FFF: Cracked and Failing

2012-01-13T01:22:00.003-05:00

I thought it was my lucky night. I was throwing back tequilas with a leggy brunette, and I quickly agreed when she suggested going back to her place. We stumbled through the door into the darkness and she kissed me hard, then moved away to find the light. I heard the click of a lamp, and I sobered up instantly - the place looked like a crack den. She started undressing sensually, oblivious to what had to be a look of horror on my face.

I resolved to just get out of there...but my feet wouldn't move as she started to reveal her lean body. I looked at the cigarette butts on the floor and told myself to run...but my better judgment was cracked and failing, and when she faced me naked except for high heels, I thought maybe I'd stay for just a little while.

She moved in for another kiss, then whispered in my ear, "Watch what I can do with the mirror."

Yeah, I was staying.

The challenge this week was: 85-188 words.
The phrase "...cracked and failing..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

A Fistful

2012-01-05T20:45:00.000-05:00

You writhe on top of me as we kiss, and my hands roam about your body...stroking, squeezing, caressing. Your thick hair falls in my face, and I brush it away, letting it run through my fingers as my hand moves to the back of your head.

I make a fist in your hair...not tight, but you can feel what I'm doing, and I hear your breath catch in your throat. You kiss me with renewed urgency, and I smile to myself...yes, I knew you'd like this. I make my fist a little tighter, and you can feel the increased tension.

I pull back, lifting your head and breaking the kiss, and I hear a soft involuntary moan come from deep in your throat. My lips move immediately to your throat, devouring your soft neck as I keep my fist tight in your hair.

I make my fist tighter still, and I can feel the muscles in my forearm tense. Your moan goes lower and deeper...pure carnal need. My lips move from one side of your neck to the other...my body pressing upwards into yours...both of us desperate to join together.

And we will, very soon. But not just yet. For now, I'm going to keep this tight fistful of your hair and hold you right here, right where I want you. Because you love it. And so do I.

Top 45

2012-01-03T17:31:00.000-05:00

Proving himself to be a man of impeccable taste, Aarron at Red Region Inferno has named this blog one of the 45 on his list of the sexiest blogs of 2011.

Just in case he changes his mind (or realizes that my blog was actually meant for his list of 45 blogs that should be encased in cement and dumped to the bottom of the ocean), here's what he wrote:

A journal style blog filled with randomness, but focusing on the more sexual and erotic side of life. I have especially been enjoying his Flash Fiction posts the last few months.

"Filled with randomness"? Sure, why not. :-)

Many thanks to Aarron. Please check out the list, and enjoy!

"It Was a Very Good Year"

2011-12-31T00:31:00.004-05:00

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.

Mistletoe

2011-12-22T16:23:00.001-05:00

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.

"A Charlie Brown Christmas"

2011-12-17T10:52:00.003-05:00

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!

Flashed on an Airplane

2011-12-14T22:49:00.003-05:00

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.

"Hold On, I'm Coming"

2011-12-10T18:30:00.002-05:00

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!

FFF: Burned Coffee

2011-12-09T01:22:00.004-05:00

(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!

Guiltiest Pleasure

2011-12-05T00:05:00.006-05:00

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. :-)

A Perfect Day

2011-12-03T00:02:00.001-05:00

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!

TMI Tuesday: Fun(ny) Stuff

2011-11-29T13:26:00.007-05:00

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.

Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T00:02:00.003-05:00

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.

Pearls

2011-11-22T14:41:00.002-05:00

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.

"Righteous"

2011-11-19T10:42:00.003-05:00

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!

FFF: Illusions

2011-11-18T01:22:00.014-05:00

(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!

TMI Tuesday: Formspring Follies

2011-11-15T10:44:00.001-05:00

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 Miscellaneous

2011-11-14T10:32:00.001-05:00

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!

e[lust] #31

2011-11-12T18:32:00.000-05:00

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

Another Saucy (Part 2)

2011-11-10T08:28:00.002-05:00

(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.

Another Saucy (Part 1)

2011-11-08T21:03:00.004-05:00

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)

"Rockin' Down the Highway"

2011-11-05T01:22:00.001-04:00

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!

Twenty Years Ago Today

2011-11-02T22:35:00.001-04:00

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.

TMI Tuesday: Let's Talk About Sex

2011-11-01T14:13:00.006-04:00

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.

"Harvest Moon"

2011-10-29T23:06:00.000-04:00

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!

FFF: Tenebrous

2011-10-28T01:24:00.004-04:00

(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!

Strange Dream

2011-10-24T18:35:00.000-04:00

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. :-)

FFF: Pained Delight

2011-10-21T01:24:00.005-04:00

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!

Almost Heaven

2011-10-18T21:48:00.001-04:00

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!

FFF: Return Desk

2011-10-14T01:24:00.006-04:00

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!

e[lust] #30

2011-10-10T22:45:00.000-04:00

Photo courtesy of Emmy @ Right Turn Without Signaling

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

FFF: Enthusiastically

2011-10-07T04:30:00.003-04:00

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!

Tightest Space

2011-10-05T09:58:00.006-04:00

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.

My Favorite Season

2011-10-01T10:01:00.002-04:00

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!

FFF: Lost

2011-09-30T01:24:00.005-04:00

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!

On John Mayer

2011-09-28T08:50:00.000-04:00

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 Silliness

2011-09-26T08:07:00.000-04:00

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!

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

2011-09-24T11:05:00.005-04:00

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!

FFF: Supernova

2011-09-23T01:24:00.002-04:00

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.

Cleaning Up

2011-09-21T17:00:00.000-04:00

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.

TMI Tuesday: Choices

2011-09-20T09:17:00.001-04:00

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.

FFF: A New Playmate

2011-09-16T01:24:00.002-04:00

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.

Love Me...Five Times?

2011-09-14T04:30:00.012-04:00

I read a blog post recently (don't ask me where) where a guy talked about his stamina and recuperative powers as a young man. This brought back some memories for me. Distant hazy memories.

The most times I've ever climaxed in one day is five, one hormone-drenched day when I was in high school. (Oh, and before you think to yourself, "What a lucky girl" - there was no girl involved. Sadly, this was all a solo effort.)

I was at home sick for the day - but I couldn't have been too sick, because I had plenty of energy, and I was just *aching* with sexual desire and frustration. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, but she told me she had some errands to run, and was I sure I'd be okay at home by myself? I was sure.

The moment I heard the front door shut, I was at my dad's bookcase, looking in the stack of papers where he sometimes kept some Penthouse magazines. Yes, jackpot! There were a few I hadn't seen before, and I devoured them with horny teenage-boy eagerness. I got off twice in the first hour with the images of those nubile young bodies in front of me. I kept reading the stories and ogling the pictures, and my body just wouldn't stop - I got myself off once more in the afternoon, and then again in the evening in the shower.

As I got ready for bed, I remember being amazed at what I had done. Four times in a day was unprecedented, even by my perpetually horny standards. But now it was bedtime, and my bedtime ritual in those days *always* included masturbating. Would I forego that just because I'd already climaxed four times that day? I think you know the answer - of course I went for it again. Then I feel asleep, completely drained.

Even at that moment, I knew I was at a high-water mark that would likely never be eclipsed. And I really did feel like I had accomplished some physical feat, like climbing a mountain or running a marathon. Five times. And it was fairly effortless.

Ah to be...sixteen(?) again.... :-)

Mile High Club

2011-09-13T09:42:00.007-04:00

Sex in an airplane (i.e, the "mile high club") is a nice fantasy. The reality on Sunday was that a security alert was triggered when a couple went into the bathroom together. Fighter planes were ordered into the air to escort the plane to its destination, and on arrival, the couple was held for questioning and a security screening. Maybe the anniversary of 9/11 wasn't the best day to try this, but that wasn't quite the happy ending.

Now I've never been on a big jumbo-jet (or in first-class), and maybe their bathrooms are different - but all my flying has been domestic, in 727's or equivalent. On those planes, there's hardly room for one person in that tiny little, smelly, dirty space, let alone two people, and I have a hard time picturing how you would accomplish it. But I guess for some people, where there's a will, there's a way.

Here's an interesting article on the mile high club, and how flight attendants are supposed to deal with it.

So...does anyone have any experience with this?

In an unrelated note, PB, our FFF host, is still offline. In his absence, France has posted an ambitious challenge for this Friday. Please check it out and join us on Friday.

e[lust] #29

2011-09-12T10:32:00.000-04:00

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] #30? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Evidence To The Contrary - If anyone out there ever tries to tell you that internet relationships and friendships are not real, point them in my direction and I will happily set them straight on the matter because I have proof, in fact I am proof, that they know not what they speak of.

Open Marriages Don't Work....- The only way I would agree with that statement is if you add: .....if you're marriage already has problems. But even that part is not universally true.

Love in the Age of Broadband - What happened to our ability to keep it casual? Why would we attach ourselves to someone who is (often) hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away? And, more to the point, why would we attach ourselves to someone we have never met?

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ask Lilly – Open and Polyamorous: Why be married at all?

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

My apologies, everyone, since submissions closed I've been 100% consumed with personal family tragedy (the flooding in Central PA) so I didn't have time to read most of the entries this time or find a photo. The html code might contain a lot of blank lines for some of you, I didn't have time to "clean" it up, either, just throw up what I have.

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

Ask Aunty Dee: Dental Dams
born this way...
Clit Truth
Condoms and Size
Lies & Infidelities
Misguided Dominance
Poly Language
Return to Decadence
Step Inside My Head
Who was the first person you told..
When Bad Things Happen To Good People – Warning Bells

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

To Be Out Or Not To Be Out
Want Sado-Erotic Horror Movies? Yes please! Films by Matthew Saliba
What I've Learned From E[Lust]

Kink & Fetish

A Much Needed Distraction
Another drink?
Caged
Facing Fear
Negotiation Win

Erotic Writing

As Long As It Lasts
Asking For It
Anticipation
Blow Job
Campfire
Debra's Gift
Feral
Fantasy
June’s Caning
Please, Please, Please, Sir
Showers and Strawberries
slick
The Visitor
The Play Fight

Wonderful World

2011-09-10T10:43:00.001-04:00

I had the chance to attend a very beautiful wedding yesterday. Despite my reservations, both general (I think the expectations put on a new married couple are wildly unrealistic and doomed to failure) and specific (they're both still in college and just too young), it was a very heartwarming evening, and I wish the happy couple all the best.

The bride's dance with her father was to Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The Sensual Goddess poked me in the ribs and whispered, "There's your Saturday 'happy' song." Yep, that's pretty much a no-brainer. Done and done.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: A Grimm Tale

2011-09-09T00:01:00.014-04:00

"Come inside, girl. You'll catch your death of cold."

"Thank you, Mr....?"

"My name is Grimm. I live here with my brother. Sit by the fire. I'm glad I came along when I did, those two big scary men were about to catch you."

She smiled an innocent smile. "I wanted them to catch me. We were playing a game. But you scared them off."

"You *wanted* them to catch you?"

"Yes, I met them at grandma's house. They showed me some fun games they were playing with grandma. One was the woodcutter, and one was Mr. Wolf."

Grimm was taken aback. "Games?"

"Oh yes. When I got there, they were all on the bed naked. Grandma was making such a noise that I thought they were killing her. I screamed. But grandma laughed and said it was time I learned some things."

Grimm had turned white.

"Grandma told me to come closer and look at Mr. Wolf's body. I was shocked. And excited. I said, 'My what a big....'"

Grimm cut her off, shaken. "That's enough, girl."

"But it was so exciting. He said he was going to eat me up. And he did! Then grandma said to run outside and let them chase me. That's when you came along. They were going to take me at the same time."

Grimm fainted.

The challenge this week was: 200-225 words.
No required phrase.
I hope you're well, PB. Hurry back!

I said I wasn't going to, but what the heck, it's not that much trouble to collect links. If I see a post, or if you let me know you've posted, I'll add it here.

Friday Challenge for 9/9

2011-09-07T15:29:00.005-04:00

"Red in Snow" (source unknown)

For those of us who enjoy playing Flash Fiction Friday, there was a void in our blogging lives last week when our host, PB, didn't post a Friday challenge. I e-mailed him last week to ask if everything was okay, and haven't yet received a response.

With a second week rapidly passing, I thought I would post a pic, in case anyone would like to play along. I am definitely *not* trying to tread on PB's turf - I hope he's well, and that he'll return to hosting FFF very soon.

So here goes: the challenge for this Friday is to use the picture above to write a story of 200-225 words. There's no required phrase. I won't be checking word counts, or verifying the lack of the required phrase, but anyone who wants to see me after class is welcome to come in any time. :-)

I won't be collecting links of participants, but you're welcome to leave a comment here if you're playing.

Please re-post or spread the word to anyone who might be interested in playing. And if you see PB, tell him we miss him and to hurry back!

TMI Tuesday: Naked

2011-09-05T22:35:00.000-04:00

1. What do you wear to sleep in?

Usually nothing. I got in the habit of wearing boxers to bed when the kids were of the age when nighttime visits were possible, and sometimes I still do out of habit, even though that stage is long past. I'm almost never cold - I generate so much body heat that the Sensual Goddess says having me in the bed is equal to one blanket. In the winter I have standing orders - if I get out of bed first in the morning, I have to put an extra blanket on her. (She took a picture of me sleeping the other morning, at right. ;-))

2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?
Not really. The Sensual Goddess and I had very different upbringings. I was raised in a "naked" household. It wasn't a big deal to walk from the bathroom to a bedroom in the altogether, doors weren't usually closed when getting dressed, and seeing a family member naked wasn't remarkable. She was raised very differently, and found my comfort with being naked alarming and basically wrong.

3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?
I haven't, and I can't imagine doing it - unless I knew that someone special was at the door!

4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?
I'm not a show-off (the Sensual Goddess would disagree.) I'm in decent shape, but not buff in a weight room way. I like my body and enjoy being naked, but not to put myself on display.

5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?
I think this is a question aimed at the ladies. I don't sunbathe, but when going to the beach, I wear a standard baggy men's bathing suit (*not* a Speedo. :-))

6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?
I never have. I'm sure I could, although I imagine it would feel strange at first.

7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public? If not would you if it turned your partner on?
I never have. Sure, I would in the right circumstance - assuming it was relatively safe and secluded.

8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?
Never given or received. I'm sure I'd enjoy it.

9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?
Sure, as a young teen, with a group of (sadly, all male) friends. It felt great, and I'd love to do it again.

10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?
Absolutely, I love to look at naked bodies. And I don't consider it showing off, but if someone's interested in looking at my naked body, then sure, why not? :-)

Bonus: Sexually speaking, what's the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?
I've had sex in a sex club - but I don't think that's what this question is asking. I've both fooled around and had full sex in a car parked on a quiet street or in a deserted parking lot. Semi-public sex, in a secluded place with a very small chance of being caught (or arrested!) is a turn-on.

Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Touching Bums

2011-09-02T09:26:00.007-04:00

It's been hours since our lovemaking ended. It was sweaty, passionate, and intense (as it always is), and when it was over, we kissed, stroked, and snuggled, before I simply had to roll over and collapse. I can barely remember drifting off into a deep satiated sleep.

Now, as my consciousness briefly returns in the dark pre-dawn hours, I'm aware that I'm sleeping on my side, facing away from you. You must be in the same mirrored position, because I can feel my ass touching yours - the soft heat and gentle pressure of our bodies touching.

I like that we've stayed connected, even while sleeping in this big bed. I listen for a moment to your soft, slow breathing, smile a contented smile to myself, and fall immediately back to sleep.

TMI Tuesday, 8/30/11

2011-08-30T08:41:00.008-04:00

TMI Tuesday: "I Love Music" Edition

1. What’s the most annoying song in the world?
Wow, there are so many, I'm not sure I can pick one. Most pop schlock is highly annoying.

2. What’s the saddest song in the world?
The Who, "The Song is Over".

3. What’s the sexiest song in the world?
I'm drawing a blank.... I'm tempted to say "Closer", but that's more nasty than sexy. This song isn't "sexy", it's a schlocky 80's metal song, but it always will be sexy in my mind. I was driving home on a hot summer night just after losing my virginity, and it came on the radio. I was feeling like the king of the world, and I turned it up loud. My buddies always teased me for liking that song, but they never knew the association it had for me. :-)

4. Name a new, to you, band or music artist that you can’t get enough of? Post a link to one of their songs.
I'm not sure there's anyone I can't get enough of, but there are a few new people I'm enjoying: Mumford and Sons, the Tedeschi Trucks Band, Teddy Thompson, Eric Johnson.

5. Have you met any famous musicians?
No. I've never met anyone famous, period. And not sure I want to.

6. What song best describes your life?
Hmmmm.... Maybe the Beatles "In My Life" (as tempted as I am to say "Back Door Man" or "Big Ten Inch Record". :-))

7. How important is your partner’s taste in music to you?
Very. It would be hard to be with someone if I really disliked what they listened to.

8. Do you sing in the shower?
No, only in the car. I can't carry a tune at all.

9. What was the last live music show you attended? Did you buy a t-shirt?
Tedeschi Trucks Band. Great show. No t-shirt.

10. What’s the sweetest song in the world?
Maybe this one? No, I think this one.

11. Can you play a musical instrument? Which one?
Yes, electric bass and guitar (and a few others, but not as well.)

12. Are you in a band or are you a performing solo music artist? If yes, what kind of music do you play?
I play guitar in a band. We play classic rock and blues covers.

13. Have you ever dated a musician?
No.

14. Are you a groupie?
- If yes, for what artist/band?
- If no, do you wish you were and for what music performing artist or band?
No. Can a man be a groupie? :-) I would have followed Led Zeppelin around in the 70's. Well, I would have if I wasn't in grade school/middle school at the time....

Bonus: Describe your worst, best, strangest, funniest or saddest concert moment.
My best, worst, and saddest concert moment all happened on the same night. My first-ever concert - Aerosmith, in the late 70's, when I was 14 years old. They were my first musical love, and I fell hard. When they came around, me and my friends got tickets, and I couldn't have been more excited. When the band hit the stage, I thought I had died and gone to heaven - it was the coolest, most intense thing I had ever experienced. Six songs into the show, someone threw a beer bottle from the balcony, and it hit the stage, exploding, and sending glass shards into Steven Tyler's face. That's it, show over. I was *crushed*....

Bonus, Bonus: If you listen to the radio, what station and type of music are you tuned to the most?
Classic rock or alternative (there's a great college radio station in my city.)

Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

"Happy" (and Hurricanes)

2011-08-27T14:31:00.005-04:00

There are many possible choices for a "dash of happy" song today. Here on the East Coast of the U.S., Hurricane Irene is bearing down on us. I'm not near enough to the coast for it to be a danger (*knocks wood*), or in a low-lying area, but heavy rains and winds are expected tonight into tomorrow, with flooding and power outages likely.

So...it could be "Like a Hurricane", "Rock You Like a Hurricane", "Couldn't Stand the Weather", or "Riding the Storm Out".

But no, I'm going in a different direction, and choosing Keith Richards' appropriately-titled "Happy". It's a great song, and I just finished Keith's autobiography, and can say definitively that the man is a first-class character. I like biographies in general, and biographies of musicians especially, and it's a very entertaining read. He remembers more than you might think, and it's an unflinching account of music, rock and roll, drug use, and fame.

Happy Saturday, and good luck and stay safe to anyone in the path of the hurricane!

FFF: Perfect Angle

2011-08-26T01:23:00.001-04:00

You were on your third orgasm...or was it your fourth? It didn't matter, I was happy to keep eating your pussy, lapping up your sweetness, while using my fingers to massage your clit and slowly finger-fuck you.

You shuddered and bucked, moaning that the pressure of my tongue was just right, and that my fingers were probing you at the perfect angle.

I saw the camera on the nightstand and told you to get it.

"Take some pics. Let's document exactly how you like your pussy eaten."

"Document? Why?"

"So you can show your husband what to do when I can't be here."

The challenge this week was: 80-110 words.
The phrase "...the perfect angle..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

A Gift from You

2011-08-24T14:24:00.002-04:00

As we make love, you may not know it, but you have a gift that you can give me. A gift that I want very badly.

I want to experience the gift of your climax.

Your moans of pleasure are always sweet music to my ears, and I want to hear them become more frantic. I want to feel your body tense underneath me...your arms around me, holding on desperately. I want to see your face...your eyes wide, your mouth open...as you're unable to hold back any longer.

I need to know that I can take you there...that I *am* taking you there...that I can give you that ecstasy.

I want to take you there now, up to the edge and over. I want to feel that deepest and most intimate connection.

I can feel how you react to what I do, and I will do anything I can to give you that pleasure...give you want you want...so that you can give me what I want - the pleasure of the experience of your orgasm. It's the most precious and intimate gift you can give me. And I want it.

You Got Here How?

2011-08-21T21:18:00.005-04:00

Like many bloggers, I pay attention to the stats on my blog. It's just pure-and-simple curiosity - I wonder who's reading what I write, how they find me, and for Google searches, what keywords made Google suggest this blog?

The results are interesting. The most frequent way people get here is directly, which I assume means they have me bookmarked. If those people want to let me know who they are, I'll be sure to send flowers on your birthday. :-) Alternately, drinks are on me if you're ever in Maxville.

The next most frequent way is referrals from other Blogger.com blogs, which I take to mean people who have me on their blogrolls. This also includes Flash Fiction Friday posts, which are great fun (and I encourage anyone considering playing to just jump in and give it a go.) Again, I'm extremely grateful to my blogroll friends, and extend the same offer of flowers/drinks to Maxville visitors.

The third source is e[lust], which I can't say enough good about. I try to post a story to each edition of e[lust], and I always get a big spike in traffic when the new edition comes out. I do note that e[lust] readers are lurkers - for all the traffic I've received, I don't think I've ever gotten a comment or a follower.

The fourth source is Google, and here's where it gets really interesting. Here are common keywords, and the post they presumably find:

The most popular keywords are variations on "deep throat", which presumably gets them to my post where I discuss what is and isn't a deep throat, and offer myself as judge in all disputes. No one's yet taken me up on that offer, but of course it still stands.
Very surprisingly, the next most popular keywords are combinations of "blue" and "sky", which presumably lands them on my "Saturday happy" post dedicated to the Allman Brothers song of that name. I'm stunned that Google searches on those very common words sends people to me.
I get a number of hits from variations on "handjob", owing to my posts on the lowly handjob (here and here.) No hits yet on "Canadian handjob" - that must still be a north-of-the-border secret. But I have had a hit on "goat handjobs." Seriously - goats?!?
This has thankfully slowed down, but after I posted my story "The Young Mom", I got a number of extremely creepy hits that contained variations of "young". Sorry, just no.
Some ones that made me smile, with my comments in italics:

"spread your legs a little wider" (Great idea!)
"im in your shower" (Hopefully not using up all my hot water....)
"slave warrior queen" and "warrior slaves muscles tits" (Umm, I don't think you're going to find what you're looking for here, but thanks for stopping by. :-))
"your butt cheeks is warm" (Nice thought, although it raises my grammar-Nazi blood pressure a notch. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that English isn't their primary language.)

"Simple Things"

2011-08-20T04:30:00.004-04:00

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'm going with the Tedeschi Trucks Band. This band is a new collaboration between singer Susan Tedeschi and guitarist Derek Trucks (who's played with Eric Clapton and The Allman Brothers, among others.) Their music is by turns soulful, funky, and bluesy - and happy.

I recently had the pleasure to see this band in concert, and I can't recommend them highly enough. The musicianship was impeccable, the music uplifting, and the band really was the happiest group of musicians I may have ever seen. They spent the whole two hours smiling, laughing, dancing, and generally acting like it was a great pleasure to be making music for an appreciative audience - which I have to think it was. That spirit of happiness is infectious.

Here is "Simple Things", from their new disc, Revelator.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: Debauched

2011-08-19T00:09:00.000-04:00

The first two sisters sat at the table, debauched and used up, as a curl of smoke drifted upwards from a cigarette. I thought of them as Ms. House-of-Straw and Ms. House-of-Sticks, but I was finished with them, and they no longer concerned me. They heard the lusty shrieks from the next room, and knew I was devouring the third sister, Ms. House-of-Bricks.

No matter what the fairy tales say, sometimes there's no stopping the Big Bad Wolf.

The challenge this week was: 69-99 words.
The phrase "...curl of [noun]..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

FFF: Side Effect

2011-08-12T02:14:00.003-04:00

They called me mad. Fools. Here in my laboratory, I was testing my latest experiment - the super-sex-god pill. It would make Viagra look like child's play...and it was working! I had been fucking the lab assistant for hours, pounding her with the intensity of ten men.

Driving deep, I felt the orgasm of my life approaching. My climax was so powerful I almost passed out. Recovering my wits, I was shocked to see that my skin had turned purple. As had hers.

Ah well, back to the drawing board.

The challenge this week was: 50-90 words.
The phrase "...driving deep..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Campfire

2011-08-10T02:13:00.011-04:00

It was late at night at the secluded campsite. I was sitting with three friends around a roaring campfire and doing our guy thing - drinking beer, telling stories, laughing at old jokes. It was a warm summer night, and I held back a little from the conversation to look up at the full moon through the trees.

I felt you before I saw you, and then I watched you move from the darkness of the woods into the fringe of the campfire's glow. Our eyes met...my buddies as yet unaware of your presence. Our locked gaze told me all I needed to know, and I summoned you to me with a nod of my head. You came to me as if pulled by a string, your look a mix of desire and helplessness.

I stood up and cleared a blanket of its contents with a sweep of my arm. The motion and noise startled my buddies, and the look of shock and disbelief on their faces was priceless. The violent tearing of a few pieces of fabric, and you were naked in front of us, licked by the light of the fire, quivering but unashamed. I guided you to the blanket and laid you down.

I lifted your knees and spread them, exposing you to us completely. The look in my eyes was pure beast - a wolf regarding a sheep. I moved on you and entered you in one animalistic thrust. Your cry was the sound of prey being taken. I pinned you underneath me and took you roughly, without mercy, and without words. Our eyes were locked, and you knew better than to look away.

My buddies were watching me take you, eyes wide with wonder...and desire. You were aware of their presence, and were probably wondering if I would let them have their turns with you when I was finished. I grinned an evil grin to myself at the thought - but that was a decision I would make later.

For now, you're mine alone. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to devour. Later, maybe mine to share. By the blazing light of the campfire.

A Friend's Girlfriend (Finale)

2011-08-08T02:12:00.008-04:00

(Continued from here)

We went into her hotel room and kissed - but I didn't intend it to lead anywhere else, and it didn't. I was with her in the room for a while, and we kissed some, touched some, and talked some. She still felt like magic, and it still felt like there was an electric current between us.

I wanted her maybe as much as I've ever wanted anyone or anything (especially in those youthful days of sexual starvation), and part of me was screaming that this was the chance of a lifetime. But I simply couldn't. I knew that if I did, I could never look my friend in the eye again, and we'd been good friends for too long to let that happen.

She asked why I felt I couldn't, and seemed puzzled by my answers (which puzzled me - how could she not understand that you don't fuck your friend's girlfriend without it being a very big deal?!?) But she left it completely up to me, and when I said I couldn't go any further, we didn't. I'm pretty sure that if she had been more aggressive or insistent that I would have caved, but thankfully she didn't push it.

We finally kissed one last time, and I was near tears with frustration. She asked me with a smile if I wouldn't change my mind, and I smiled and nodded "no." We hugged, and I walked out into the hotel corridor. I thought I was alone, and shook my head in frustration. She must have been watching after me, as I heard her voice laughing and telling me not to shake my head - which made me laugh and shake my head again. And then I was gone.

Postscript 1: I didn't sleep much that night, and masturbated numerous times (I don't remember how many times, but definitely twice before I could get to sleep, and I'm pretty sure at least once during the night - those were the days.... :-)) The first release was the most intense I'd ever had had - I was *that* charged up.

Postscript 2: She phoned me the next night to talk some more - said she respected me and my decision, and understood, and was sorry. I assured her she couldn't possibly be as sorry as I was. She said she collected gems, and that I was one - which was a very kind thing to say, and something that I wanted to believe. I knew this was our last time discussing these things, and we said goodbye with sadness and finality. But I also had a good feeling, as I knew I had done the right thing - I felt like I had passed a difficult test with flying colors. At that age and emotional state, I would have been *consumed* with guilt, and I could not possibly have concealed it.

Postscript 3: The next time I saw Tom, he thanked me for showing Susan a nice evening. I could see the gratitude in his eyes as he said, "She said you were a perfect gentleman."

Postscript 4: Susan broke up with him a few months later, and he was devastated. I never saw or talked to her again. I admit I spent a lot of time imagining what that evening with her might have been like. Tom is still a good friend.

A Friend's Girlfriend (Part 2)

2011-08-05T04:31:00.009-04:00

(Continued from here)

She phoned, and we arranged to meet at a restaurant near where she was staying. I told myself it wasn't a date - but it sure felt like one. We had a nice meal, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. We just seemed to click, and I was definitely feeling that electric spark.

In another section of the resaturant there was a DJ and a dance floor, and she asked if I would dance with her. I was thrilled to, and she said Tom didn't dance, and she really missed it.

She moved like a dream, and our eyes kept locking, and she kept smiling this little secret smile at me. I kept telling myself that this was my friend's girlfriend - but I kept answering myself that having a nice conversation and dancing wasn't betraying my friend.

I forget how she had gotten to the restaurant, but she didn't have a car and needed a ride back to her hotel, so we took the short drive. When we got there, she asked if I wanted to talk some more, and did I ever. It was a pleasant summer evening, so we started walking. Her hotel was in a quiet suburban area, and we found quiet tree-lined residential streets behind the hotel and walked slowly as we talked.

The conversation was amazing - we talked about everything, and I felt like I was opening my soul to this girl - and that she was the first girl who ever wanted me to open to her - the first girl who recognized that I had a depth I hadn't felt comfortable sharing with anyone before.

The tension was becoming unbearable as we walked, and I thought I might die if I didn't touch her. But I also thought I might die if I did. My conflict was not lost on her, and she laughed and asked why I was afraid to touch her? I don't remember what I answered, but next thing I knew, my arm was around her shoulder as we walked, her arm around my waist. It felt so damn good, but I knew I was on a slippery slope - a boundary had been crossed, and I could no longer pretend that nothing was happening. I don't think I've ever felt something that was so right and so wrong at the same time.

We walked some more, and the conversation and the touch of her body both felt like magic. Then we were back at the hotel, still arm in arm. She asked me to come in, and I couldn't possibly have said no.

(Continued here)

A Friend's Girlfriend

2011-08-03T04:30:00.003-04:00

Here's a true story that I had basically forgotten about until it recently popped back into my head. It happened in the post-college years, which for me and my close group of friends, was marked by the lack of female companionship. We were all in the same boat - geeky and awkward around girls. There were occasional dates, but nothing serious, and no one was getting laid.

That unexpectedly changed for the most unlikely one of us - Tom, the most uptight of us, and the one who seemed to actively not want any girls crashing our all-guy group. At the time, he was living about an hour away from the rest of us, so we heard rumors of the new girlfriend, and that the president of the "he-man woman hater's club" was actually getting laid. The mind boggled. But I was happy for him.

The next time we all got together, he brought Susan, the new girlfriend with him. She was pretty, charming, smart, witty, and down-to-earth. And friendly. Way too friendly for Tom's liking. She had a charisma, and made you feel special when you were talking to her. And she made a point of touching you when she talked to you - not exactly flirting...or maybe it was. But let's just say that it was highly entrancing.

At one point while talking to me (and with the whole gang around), she put her arm around me and snuggled in - and goddamn if that didn't feel good. There felt like an electric crackle between us, and she was giving me a look that she felt something too. Suffice it to say I was *very* conflicted between the desire to get this girl alone somehow, and the knowledge that this was my close friend's girlfriend - and I couldn't do that to him. No, I simply couldn't...could I?

The evening ended without further incident, and I was intrigued, but the more I thought about it, the more I decided that I definitely couldn't betray my friend. I also heard later that he was pissed off at her behavior that night.

A month or so later, I was hanging out with Tom, and Susan came over. We all had dinner and some drinks, and talked long into the evening. She mentioned that she was going to be attending a training class, and was going to be staying near me one night the following week, and did I want to get together for dinner or a drink?

I looked at Tom, who told me to go ahead, that I should show her around and have dinner or whatever. So I gave her my phone number and told her to call if she wanted to get together.

(Continued here)

Blow in her Face?

2011-08-01T02:13:00.002-04:00

An actual cigarette ad from back in the day. Presented for your amusement, without comment. :-)

"High Plains"

2011-07-30T05:45:00.002-04:00

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'm going with Philip Aaberg's "High Plains", because if all has gone according to plan, I should currently be on the High Plains - hiking, camping, relaxing, and enjoying an easy camaraderie with some very old friends. I hope to be hiking in the Black Hills, the Paha Sapa of the Lakota Sioux, and hope to climb to the place where Black Elk had his vision. Also on the agenda are sitting around a campfire in the evenings, marveling at a night sky that has so many more visible stars than in light-polluted suburbia, and sleeping in the open air.

I have some posts queued up for when I'm gone, just so you don't miss me too much. But for now, enjoy the beautiful piano music, and the slideshow of High Plains scenery.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: After Class

2011-07-29T01:35:00.003-04:00

A lazy spring afternoon, mere weeks away from high school graduation, and my mind was wandering even more than it usually did. I was doodling behind my propped-open textbook, half listening to the sexy young teacher, but mostly daydreaming.

My drawing was mostly done when I decided to make her a nurse this time. I added the cap and the rolling cart, and voila. I smiled to myself.

Lost in my reverie, I suddenly became aware that the class had gone silent. I twitched helplessly as I realized she was looking over my shoulder. Her look went from the drawing, to my face, back to the drawing. Her reaction was shock...mixed with something else.

She put her hand on my shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "Please see me after class."

The challenge this week was: 69-139 words.
The phrase "...twitched helplessly..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

e[lust] #28

2011-07-28T08:13:00.003-04:00

Photo courtesy of Delilah

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] #29 (Which will be in September, taking a short summer break)? Start with the rules and subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for updates and submission reminders.

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What makes me a woman? - It’s a stumper, this question. There must be something that makes me a woman. Something more than how I am perceived by others as I walk down the street. But what is the answer?

Baggage: An Inventory - Everyone brings bags with them. My goal is to carry my own bags. I’ll let people help me shed them, but I will never let them carry them. Those bags are my own to, well, own.

There's pain and then there's pain (and then there's pain) -Part of what I crave in the second type of pain is the selfish sadism of the partner who continues despite my pleas. He does it because it arouses him, and he does it because I'll endure it for him.

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What Is Gender? - Playing with dolls and preferring the color pink doesn’t make you a girl anymore than chewing on a bone makes you my dog.

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Sex Toys: Single or Partnered, there is no shame in owning them - There’s no fucking shame in owning your sexuality, in taking control of your own damn orgasm. Can you PREFER human contact and partnered sex to sex toys? Sure. You can prefer whatever the fuck you want. But don’t insinuate to me that owning a lot of sex toys is somehow bad or shameful.

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BDSM Advice Series: Bondage Tape
Being a Brat Can Hurt
Caning, energy and romance
Screw roses! I enjoy playing with Thorns...
Working Girl

Erotic Writing

A Trip to the Toy Store
Can I get into your knickers now?
Coffee Break
early afternoon
Elevator Shaft
Fogged-up Windows
Fucking Eli
FWB
I'll see you tonight...
One on One
Open By Night
Rock Out With My Cock Out
Renewed Interest
Twenty/Fifty-Three
that little fucking game changer [part I]
the weekend away - Sunday

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Death By Bondage
Hypocrite, PA-Rant!
kink labels....is there a place for me? (or someday my kink will come)
Things I Looove Thursday

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ask PolyAnna: Multiple partners?? Safer sex??
Are My Nipples Getting The Correct Signals?
Evolution
More Pussy Pride - The Perfect Vagina
My Take On Masculinity
Rambling Harlot: On Internet Dating and Shyness
Sex and Catholic Schools
Sex And Disability: Starting the Dialogues

Random Monday Silliness

2011-07-25T02:35:00.015-04:00

Some random silliness for a Monday morning:

I know this is silly male ego, but I did something today that I haven't done in a long time. I was curious and got out the tape measure. I was feeling a bit proud. Typical guy, right? But with good reason: 9.5 inches long, just short of 7 inches around at the widest point. The Sensual Goddess laughed and rolled her eyes, but I know she was impressed. It's the biggest cucumber that's come out of my garden so far this year. :-)
Quote of the day (week? year?) from Aerosmith's Steven Tyler. "I'm in it for the three M's: music, money, and mmmpussy!" I guess that's the difference between a professional like him and an amateur like me. I've played in plenty of bands, and there's only been two M's. I've never made a cent.
Hula hooping followup: I appreciate the comments. Resolving the cliffhanger, my first try was a false start and an immediate failure, but the second try was a perfect success. I kept it up and going fairly effortlessly - certainly no competition for the girl at the festival, but I do have a sense of body awareness and know how to use my hips. Someone (ahem) requested a video of my hooping skillz, so here you are.

Happy Monday!

"Green Eggs and Ham"

2011-07-23T04:30:00.007-04:00

For this Saturday's "dash of happy" song, I'm going with the late lamented indie band, Moxy Fruvous. They were very clever and a lot of fun, and had developed a nice loyal following in the middle- to late-90's, before breaking up. They were also the funnest live band you ever saw, and me and the non-Sensual Goddess (pre-Sensual Goddess?) used to see them every time they came to town.

Their musical version of Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs and Ham" was on a demo cassette (yes, cassette) that I picked up at a little club, after having been blown away by them as an opening act. This is a bouncy, happy, and very clever song - and never fails to bring a smile to my face.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: Man of...Rock?

2011-07-22T01:15:00.002-04:00

The photo shoot was a favor to Perry White. I agreed to pose with the meteor that I had prevented from landing on Metropolis.

Jimmy Olsen wasn't available, and the curvy young photographer they sent in his place could barely keep her panties on during the shoot. I was used to superhero groupies, and Earth girls really are easy (and none easier than that slut Lois), but this one intrigued me.

I was curious what approach she would take - the shy proposition, the brazen statement of burning heat and desire, or the one that made me roll my eyes and wish for Kryptonite - the leering question as to whether I really was a man of steel?

But she surprised me, asking if I would pose for a few more without my red and blue tights. Wrapping an arm around my neck, she whispered that I could undress her first.

The challenge this week was: 112-149 words.
The phrase "...burning heat..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Hula Hooping

2011-07-19T08:51:00.000-04:00

This past weekend there was an annual local music festival very near home. Nothing fancy, there were no bands you'd ever heard of, but I love seeing live music (of almost any kind), and sitting on a lawn chair on a pleasant summer day and seeing a variety of bands is my idea of a good time.

It was a hot sunny day, so we set up our chairs in the shade of a tree and took in the scene. There was a big open area in front of the stage, and a ring of trees behind that, where there were food and craft vendors. Most people were sitting around the edge in the shade. The college kids and sun worshippers were in front of the stage, there were kids playing hacky sack, etc. Near where we sat, a hula hoop vendor had a bunch of hoops laying about for people to try out.

Watching the hula hoopers was fascinating. I would watch someone pick one up and make a mental prediction as to how well they'd do. It was usually pretty obvious whether someone would be able to do it or not, but there were some surprises. There were a couple of fit young ladies who looked like they'd be naturals at it, but whose body movement turned out to be jerky and uncoordinated.

Then a blonde woman picked up a hoop, and I was instantly mesmerized. She hardly moved at all...just the subtlest little flick of her hips, and the hoop stayed exactly where she wanted it. She could move, turn, dance...seeming to pay no attention to the hoop. The Sensual Goddess noticed both the woman and my appreciation of her talents.

She laughed at me and shook her head. "She's pretty good, huh?" I could only agree with the obvious.

A laughing accusation. "I think you're imagining other ways her hips would move."

I laughed out loud. Of course I was. I'm a man. How could I look at that beautiful sensual movement and not daydream a little....

Postscript (with cliffhanger): we bought a hoop as a gift for a young woman we knew would enjoy it. It's sitting in the garage. This morning I was taking the trash and recycling out to the curb. I looked at the hoop. And wondered. Could I? I was curious. I looked around quickly to make sure no neighbors were looking....

The rest of the scene is left to your imagination. :-)

FFF: Patch of Sunlight

2011-07-15T01:23:00.002-04:00

The gallery was deserted on the weekday afternoon, so we took in the erotic photography exhibit at our own leisurely pace. We paused in front of the still life entitled "Like a Kitten in a Patch of Sunlight." I noted that the model looked very much like you, and you agreed.

I gave you an evil grin. "I'd like to see a side-by-side comparison."

Your body went stock still, as your eyes opened wide in surprise. "You can't be serious."

My look left you no doubt that I was completely serious.

I smiled to myself as you reached for the hem of your sundress. Then I thought of one more detail.

"No, kitten, move over there into your own patch of sunlight."

The challenge this week was: 85-135 words.
The phrase "...stock still..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Home Alone

2011-07-12T10:17:00.002-04:00

This past weekend, I packed my family off to the beach for part of a week. Sadly, I wasn't able to go with them because of urgent work projects. I have to say that the beach vacation is not my idea of a dream vacation, but there are parts of it I do like - and it's also fun watching the family enjoy it. So I'm feeling a little sorry for myself, but also enjoying the time alone.

As they were preparing to leave, the Sensual Goddess took a cat aside, gave him some special loving, and told him to behave himself. I was sitting across the room watching this, and when she was finished, I assumed that I would be receiving similar instructions. But no, there was nothing.

Puzzled, I asked. "Hey, what about me? Aren't you going to tell me to behave while you're gone?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No, I know you're bad, and there's nothing I can do to change that."

It seems she knows me better than I thought.

Sunday Stealing, 7/10

2011-07-10T22:10:00.007-04:00

From Sunday Stealing, via Freya.

1. When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?
Start the water, then get in when the temperature is right.

2. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?
Yes, but it's probably been 20 years....

3. Were you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?
Not shower, but when my brothers and I were very young, I remember being tossed in the bathtub together. Fortunately there are no pics that I'm aware of.

4. Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot?
Probably, but I really can't remember.

5. How old do people say you look?
I haven't heard anyone give a number. A few different people have told me I look significantly younger since shaving my beard last year. But I don't care, and may grow it back at some point.

6. How old do you act?
Depends on my mood and the situation. I can be a wise old man, a horny teenager, a naive little boy, or some combination of those.

7. What's the last song you sang?
Not sure. Probably the last song I liked on the radio while driving.

8. Have you recently become a member of anything?
The International Association of Perpetual Horndogs. Oops, that's a secret society, and I'm not supposed to mention anything about it. So, no, nothing.

9. What are your plans for next weekend?
None yet. That will surely change.

10. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?
Mostly closed. But sometimes I find myself peeking.

11. Whats the sexiest thing about Sarah Palin?
Nothing. She's an attractive woman, but a reprehensible person.

12. Who's the sexiest famous woman alive?

Salma Hayek (as I've mentioned before.)

13. Who's the sexiest famous man alive?
Not sure I can answer this.... I just don't have an eye for male attractiveness. And no, I'm not afraid that finding a man attractive makes me gay. :-)

14. Does your family have a crazy uncle?
No, but we have a crazy aunt.

15. Have you ever smuggled something into another country?
Sure. :-)

16. Do you live in a city with a good sports team?
I live near the city whose baseball team currently has the best record in the major leagues.

17. What is the most unusual?
Most unusual what???

18. How do feel about the Goth people?
To each their own. I care about what a person is and does more than how they choose to look.

19. Can you fix or your significant other your own car?
Is this question supposed to be "Can you or your significant other fix your own car?" If so, the answer is "not really." I can change a tire and do basic maintenance, but if we're talking about getting under the hood and doing engine repairs, then no, not at all.

20. Would you want to kill Casey Anthony yourself if you were guaranteed to get away with it?
Good lord, no. Everyone's karma is their own.

FFF: Anticipation

2011-07-08T01:45:00.001-04:00

The leather creaked as I sat down in the overstuffed chair. You stood there waiting...motionless, head down. I spoke your name, and you lifted your gaze to meet mine. I nodded for you to come to me, and then motioned for you to spin around.

I peeled the thong down over your hips, slowly caressing the soft globes of your ass, then dipping one hand underneath to confirm what I already knew - that your pussy was gushing.

I could feel you quivering with anticipation. What was I going to do? How was I going to use you?

You'll find out. But not yet. I'm going to make you wait just a little longer.

The challenge this week was: 60-160 words.
The phrase "...leather creaked..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

After Hours

2011-07-06T17:02:00.002-04:00

It's the end of the work day, and our eyes meet with a twinkle as the last person besides for the two of us wishes us goodnight and leaves. We both really do have work to catch up on - which is why you're surprised to feel my breath on your neck. You didn't hear me come up behind you, and you flinch at the sensation before realizing it's me.

I sweep the hair away from your neck and kiss your throat softly, as my other hand cups your cheek. You give a little moan, and my grip becomes a little firmer, and I hold your head in place, facing away from me, as my kisses become more urgent on your neck. I haven't shaved today, and you can feel the gentle burn of my whiskers on your soft flesh.

You start to say something, but I quietly hiss "shhhh" in your ear. You're squirming, trying to turn and face me, but I'm holding you where you are.

I smile an evil smile to myself as I feel you continue to squirm, and I realize I need a better grip. My fingers wrap in your hair and make a tight fist. You feel my control and your squirming stops. And don't think I didn't hear your little gasping moan as you felt my fingers tighten in your hair. You're staying right where I want you.

I turn your head slowly and firmly, giving me access to the other side of your neck. I start to kiss and suck roughly...from back at the nape, slowly coming around toward the front. I kiss your earlobe...then your jawline...slowly coming around toward the front.

Finally, I can't resist any longer, and I turn your head to me and kiss your lips hard. My lips devour yours, and my tongue pushes roughly and possessively into your mouth, giving you no choice but to open and accept me.

In one motion, I lift you to standing, sit down in your chair, and bring you down on my lap, facing away from me. My hand still wrapped in your hair, I turn your head to me and continue the deep passionate kiss. My other hand wraps around your waist and starts to explore your body.

(To be continued?)

FFF: Fistfuls

2011-07-01T00:10:00.000-04:00

The cheap hotel mattress made a rhythmic squeaking as I held your hips tightly and thrust upwards. You looked down at me as you held onto the wall, your eyes half-closed in ecstasy. You may have been on top, but I was pounding you hard and fast.

I suddenly realized something was missing. I looked over at the other bed, and they were gone. I hadn't noticed them leaving. I stopped fucking you, and craned my neck to see behind you. The tall redhead had the short busty blonde pinned against the wall and was kissing her ravenously while roughly kneading fistfuls of soft flesh. I adjusted our position on the bed to get a better view, and you had to have felt my cock surge inside your pussy.

When you said you had told your work friends about me and they wanted to meet us for drinks, my wildest fantasies couldn't have described the way the night had unfolded. Well, okay, maybe my *wildest* fantasies could. But my view at the moment wasn't good enough.

"Hey, you two."

They broke the embrace and looked over at me.

I nodded at the empty bed. "Back on the bed."

Red took blondie by the hand and winked at me. "I think there's room there on your bed."

The challenge this week was: 150-220 words.
The phrase "...fistfuls of [noun]..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

e[lust] #27

2011-06-30T15:42:00.005-04:00

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Ruby LOVES her body, so should YOU - What ever size you are, love yourself, be nice to yourself and concentrate on health instead of looks.

Performances - So, of course, I don’t have any sensation in my cock, but holy baby Jeebus, sinking into her is so fucking hot that I groan right along with her.

10 reasons why I shouldn't have had sex, but did anyway - I’ve written extensively about happy-sex; so now here are some of the more unpleasant reasons why I’ve had sex.

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Energy Orgasms - There is a moment, an incredible moment, when it feels like the universe is concentrated in my body.

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A response to: #Slutwalk will not show our daughters how to get respect
Accidents Happen
All the Time in the World
Dear Jane: How Do I Gain Sensitivity Back After Masturbating Too Much?
Friday Flix: 10 Things We Would Like to Say
Hole. Confession #573
Look at me (please)
Lusting After Sexually Confident Women and HNT
Oh Really?
Sex Toy Collecting
Why Can't I Orgasm?

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5 Kinky Toys from the Restaurant Supply Store
A Piece of Meat
Being a Domme, Alone
Daddy's Good Girl
Emotional Masochism
Fucktoy Friday: Urethra Play
Good Morning
Inexorable Love
More Adventures in Chastity
New figure nudes
Plugged

Erotic Writing

Continentally Close
Entwined
First Memory of Sex with Nicole
Far From the Madding Crowd
First kiss
green candle wax
Happy Birthday Baby Girl
Lusty Lips
My first swinging experience
Seducing my Professor
sexy bitch/sexy beast
Strapping On For the First Time
seminar slut
To seduce you
The Minotaur
Twisted Words
The Heist

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Fogged-up Windows

2011-06-26T22:46:00.008-04:00

I was reading a reminiscense (I can't remember where) about a teenage make-out session in the back seat of a car, and it really struck a chord. Even after all the time that's passed, some of my very favorite memories are of the backseat make-out sessions.

I can still remember the excitement of getting in the backseat with you, sharing a secret smile, and wordlessly entwining in a kiss. The attempt to get comfortable - where to fit the various limbs in the small space, and how to find a position that wasn't too awkward. But that didn't really matter - as long as you were in my arms and we had some blessed alone time, I was perfectly happy to maintain any cramped and uncomfortable position.

And as the kiss deepened, and we hungrily devoured each other's lips, all sense of discomfort disappeared and the outside world faded away - the whole universe consisted of only the two of us. Bodies pressed close together as lips parted and tongues explored...sometimes urgently, sometimes playfully, but always with passion and the desire for more.

My hands simply had to touch your soft skin, and my fingers were as hungry for you as my lips. I had to stroke your arms...had to cup the back of your head, stroking your shoulders and the nape of your neck...tracing your spine, first over top your shirt, then underneath.

Your arms wrapped around me and our deep passionate kisses continued uninterrupted as my hands continued to touch you. I shifted position so that I could move my hand to your breast, and your soft moan into my mouth spoke volumes. I stroked and squeezed your soft breast through the thin fabric...the hard little bud of your nipple begging for attention.

My tongue explored your open and accepting mouth as my hand lifted your bra out of the way. The softness of your breasts, and how perfectly they fit in my hand, is something I'll never forget. I squeezed and stroked, and the increasing urgency of your kisses made me respond in kind.

How much further did we go in the back seat of that car? I don't remember exactly. Or maybe I'm just not telling. It doesn't matter. It wasn't all the way, as much as I desperately wanted you. But my main memory isn't frustration for what didn't happen - it's of the beautiful experience of what did. It was intimate and delicious and totally connected - breathing each other's breath, and kissing like kissing was the greatest possible pleasure. And maybe it was.

When we finally disentangled and came up for air, we realized with a smile that we had completely fogged up the windows of the car.

Those are sweet memories that will never die. How long has it been?

"Dancing Days"

2011-06-25T04:30:00.005-04:00

I've chosen my Saturday "dash of happy" song based on the fact that we're enjoying the longest days of the year (here in the Northern hemisphere.) Led Zeppelin's "Dancing Days" has lyrics that seem to fit:

Dancing days are here again,
As the summer evenings grow.
I got my flower, I got my power,
I got a woman who knows.

These are the carefree days of summer, and even though it's been many years since I got a summer vacation, the memories of long summer evenings are sweet indeed. As a boy, that meant "school's out", running around in the woods, playing baseball, and catching fireflies. As a teen, those memories also include the chasing (and occasional catching!) of sweet young ladies.

Those are happy memories of dancing days.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: Rattle and Hum

2011-06-24T03:03:00.003-04:00

The adventure started with our impulse lunch-hour fuck in the unused conference room. It was all going beautifully until....

"Holy shit, I can feel you swelling inside me. Pull out!"

"I can't. I don’t know what's happening."

"What do you mean you can't pull out? Ouch, this is uncomfortable. Are you telling me you've swollen so big we’re fused together?!?"

We tried again to uncouple, but every attempt just made the pain worse. Then I had an idea, and reminded her that City General Hospital was right across the street. She objected at first, but couldn’t think of any better ideas. So off we went through the rattle and hum of noonday traffic, doing an awkward four-legged hobble across the street, finally collapsing into the Emergency Room.

The challenge this week was: 100-200 words.
The phrase "...rattle and hum..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Sex Lives of Politicians

2011-06-23T11:41:00.001-04:00

From the "blast of common sense" department:

It Is Time to Stop Reporting on the Sex Lives of Politicians

It's hard to imagine today's sleazy press actually doing this, but it's a lovely thought. We've long since passed the point where no one with a shred of personal dignity would even consider a high-profile public office. Who in their right mind would subject themselves and their families to that kind of "crawl up your ass with a microscope and look for anything you or a family member has ever done/written/e-mailed/texted/Facebooked/Tweeted/etc." scrutiny?

Personally, I'm an upstanding citizen (yes, really) and I like the idea of making a difference, though politics of any kind fills me with disgust. But just the fact of having this blog (if for no other reason!) disqualifies me from any office higher than (or maybe including) town dog catcher. Maybe that's no big loss in my case, but I have to think there are many other well-qualified people who also wouldn't consider public service, given today's media environment.

It's a damn shame.

TMI Tuesday, 6/21/11

2011-06-21T17:37:00.003-04:00

1. How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts – penetrative or not – are sex.
Let's see, number of U.S. states: I think 8, if you include D.C., which isn't really a state. No wait, it's 9, definitely 9 - I almost forgot my New Orleans blowjob! Number of countries: 4 (and only one province in my neighboring country.)

2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.
The sleeveless sundress. It looks great all by itself, before you even get to the erotic possibilities of easy access, etc.

3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not?
Of course. Why wouldn't I date the perfect combination of charm, intelligence, wit, rugged good looks, and sexual prowess? Oh, and modesty, I almost forgot modesty.... :-)

4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth?
The brain, no contest. The thing is always running, and that's usually fine - except when it isn't, and the damn thing won't shut off. I've been told (and I know it's true) that sometimes I could use a well-placed bonk on the head to stop thinking!

The heart is a close second, with the mouth a distant third. I can be quite chatty in e-mail, but I'm very quiet in person.

5. Fill-in the blank: I am totally prissy (overly finicky) when it comes to:
Hmmmm, I'm drawing a blank. If this is the same as squeamish, then needles. I'm not a big fan, and sometimes get light-headed when having blood drawn.

Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.
Hmmmm.... I have lots of fantasies, but not many that I'd consider dark. Probably something involving bondage/domination.... I'll have to give this some more thought.

Go see Hedone at The Pleasure Principle to see who else is playing.

Ogling a Bartender

2011-06-19T22:03:00.001-04:00

...or "Thoughts As Time Passes"

Last night I had a number of hours to pass by myself in a lovely touristy area in a nearby city. The first order of business after completing errand #1 was food and drink. With many good options, I chose a beer-and-wings place on the waterfront, and found a place at the bar in front of a big-screen TV.

I couldn't help but notice that my bartender, Julia, was drop-dead gorgeous. Probably in her early 20's, with a smoking little body and mesmerizing cleavage. I know her name was Julia because of the name tag she was wearing on her left breast - if she'd been wearing it anywhere else, I might not have noticed it.

But I realized as I enjoyed my beer that I wasn't thinking of her in "that way." Of course I recognized that she was beautiful and sexy - basically this culture's ideal of desirable young womanhood. But my thoughts were more appreciating how beautiful she was, without the "Oh yeah, what I wouldn't give to x, y, and z with her." (Specifics of "x", "y", and "z" are left to the reader's imagination.)

I was half smiling to myself, and half a little sad (in a bittersweet way) to realize how the passage of years has changed my perspective on her. I also realized that many of my thoughts of her were paternal, and hoping that she's blessed with happiness in addition to beauty.

Of course, this isn't to say that if she had some serious Daddy issues and decided that what she needed more than anything was a roll in the sack with me...well, who would I be to deny a pretty thing such an experience? I'm not turning in my Horndog Society membership card just yet. But I realize that I just think about girls of that age, no matter how sexy, in a different way now. Sad, but true.

"String of Pearls"

2011-06-18T09:26:00.004-04:00

For my Saturday "dash of happy" song on this Father's Day weekend, I'm going back to 1942. That means Big Band music. My Dad enjoyed many different styles of music, but for him it never got better than the Big Band music of his youth. And since he played his old albums when I was growing up, I picked up some appreciation for it too.

My selection today is Glenn Miller's "String of Pearls", which is a fantastic tune - both rocking and sensual. I'm not sure if it was Dad's favorite song, but of the music I know from that era, it's probably my favorite. Dedicated to my father.

Happy Saturday, and happy Father's Day weekend to the dads out there.

FFF: Old Postcards

2011-06-17T04:30:00.006-04:00

I was cleaning out the attic when I found the yellowed envelope under a stack of old papers. Looking at the contents, I called to you.

You laughed out loud when I showed you the postcards. "These have to be 100 years old. Whose would they be? Your great-grandfather's?"

"Maybe," I said with an evil smile, backing you up against the wall. "I come from a long line of horndogs."

My hand wrapped tightly in your hair as I kissed you hard, then turned you around and bent you over the antique chair.

Note: The Sensual Goddess often pronounces me the King of Friday after reading my FFF entry. This morning she sniffed and said, "I don't see the required phrase. And there are some really good entries this morning." She's right on both counts. So please go check them out (link to Panser's Lair below). As for my omission, I'm not exactly sure what the consequences of that are.... :-)

The challenge this week was: 64-94 words.
The phrase "...a large tip..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

No Decision

2011-06-14T17:41:00.007-04:00

I read a great post from Snake at "Life is Beautiful" that rants against the silliness of the belief that being gay or straight is a decision that one makes. I completely agree, and it also brings up some memories of mine from a very young age.

The first sexual thoughts I can remember (although I only classify them as "sexual" in hindsight) were in first grade. There were two first grade classes in my school, and the classrooms were right next to each other. My teacher was the best first grade teacher I can imagine - an older-middle-aged matronly woman who was warm, sweet, and loving, in addition to being a good teacher. Having her was a blessing and a wonderful way to be introduced to the whole process of school.

But I digress - the teacher of the other first grade class was a young, slim, curvy thing who dressed in mini-skirts and tight sweaters. I had no words to describe what I felt, I just knew, at six years old, that I liked looking at her a lot! Her long legs, the curving flare of her hips, and the shape of her breasts under that sweater were just mesmerizing. I got a thrill every single time she came into our class to talk to my teacher. I couldn't have explained why I liked to look at her, I just knew that nothing could have kept my eyes off her.

And I have another distant memory, also from first grade. I've always loved cats, and have lived with cats basically all my life (only excepting four years at college.) A few of the girls in my class also liked cats, and somehow we began playing "cats" at recess. They were the cats, and I was the cat owner. They got on all fours and meowed and purred, and I petted their hair and told them they were good kitties. I *loved* playing cats, and again, got a secret thrill that I couldn't have described. Just an inner rush - a feeling that here was something new and exciting and *really* good.

Anyone who knows me now might say that nothing has changed in all those years (hopefully without rolling their eyes....) Yes, I'm still mesmerized by a woman's curves, and yes, I still love stroking a woman and running my fingers through her hair. (We'll leave my desire to be surrounded by subservient women on their hands and knees uncommented on, thank you very much.)

But my point is that these feelings weren't a decision on my part - this was hard-wired. The sight of a busty young thing in a short skirt and tight sweater thrilled me the first time I saw it, in a "Hell yeah, that's what I want!" way, even at six years old, when I hadn't the slightest idea where that desire ultimately led. I can't imagine that being gay is different. I have to think that while they're responding to different stimuli, it's the same pre-rational "Hell yeah!" There's no decision involved.

(That said, anyone up for a game of "cats"? :-))

A Wealthy Soul

2011-06-11T11:35:00.002-04:00

I've chosen my Saturday "dash of happy" song based on one specific lyric that really speaks to me. Bob Seger's "Travelin' Man/Beautiful Loser" is a great song from the classic rock era. The song as a whole isn't really happy or unhappy, but I just love these lines:

Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul

That last line has been bouncing around in my head recently. I've been feeling very much blessed and grateful for the people in my life (both those here now, and those not here any longer), the experiences I've had, and the beautiful memories that I can call up in my mind's eye. In short, I'm feeling very much like a wealthy soul.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: Trickling Down

2011-06-10T02:10:00.008-04:00

Take 1: "Again?"
She rolled over and looked at me with that big carefree grin. "I want you again."

The sweat was trickling down my exhausted body as I smiled and raised an eyebrow. I thought, "How many times have we gone tonight? Three? I'm not seventeen any more!"

How could I possibly cool down this sexy young thing?

Take 2: "Beast"
"You're a beast. My pussy is sore, your cum is trickling down my thighs, and my ass is on fire from all the swats you've given me. I can't go home to my husband in this condition."

I laughed an evil laugh as I watched her put her swimsuit back on, thinking of one possible solution.

Take 3: "Birthday Present"
Summer memories from way back...when I worked at the ice cream shop on the boardwalk. She visited me as I was closing up and cornered me in the walk-in freezer. The condensation was trickling down the walls as she cooed, "How about taking me right here? As my birthday present to you. My pussy's on fire."

I picked her up and said I knew one way to cool her down. She squealed in shock, then smiled as she saw me unzipping my pants.

The challenge this week was: 40-140 words.
The phrase "...trickling down..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Entwined

2011-06-06T13:17:00.004-04:00

I collapse, letting my body weight down on you...a thin sheen of sweat on our naked bodies. I thought my climax would never end - it was electric, mind-blowing, complete. My cries, and your answering moans as you felt me unloading deep inside you, are still echoing in my ears.

I slowly regain my senses, still thick and hard inside you. I tease us both a little longer, moving my hips and sliding slowly in and out of your slick warm tightness, and I can feel you playfully squeezing me. I finally withdraw and roll off of you onto the bed. I gather you under my wing and smile a blissful smile as you snuggle into me.

Even though our lovemaking is over for now, the feel of your warm body pressed into mine is still a delicious sensual pleasure. Our breathing is still returning to normal, and I run my hands over your body wherever I can reach - tracing up and down your back, stroking your arms, your shoulders...touching your face.

Running my fingers down your arm, our fingers meet, then entwine. Our hands, warm and soft, fold into each other. Absolutely perfect.

"What I'd Say"

2011-06-04T14:45:00.003-04:00

For my Saturday "dash of happy" song, I'm going with the immortal Ray Charles. Hearing "What I'd Say" always puts a bounce in my step. Classic piano, and how can you not sing along with his call-and-response with his backup singers, The Raelettes?

The story behind this song, as I've heard it, is that he was playing a dance hall, the contract said he had to play 15 more minutes, and he was out of material. So he just started riffing on the piano, made up some words, the backup singers joined in, and they finished out the required 15 minutes.

In my house, the lyric "I'm gonna send you back to Arkansas" has been changed to "I'm gonna send you back to Oshawa." (Obligatory Canadian reference for the Sensual Goddess.)

I also note with approval that Ray Charles was a world-class horndog. He was quoted as saying that to be a Raelette, a girl not only had to pass the audition, she also had to "let Ray." When I need backup singers (The Maxettes?), the same conditions will apply.

Happy Saturday!

FFF: Breaking Point

2011-06-03T03:06:00.004-04:00

The game was simple. She had a big load of my cum in her mouth. She was not allowed to swallow, but had to keep it in her mouth. My fingers were coated with her pussy juice. If she could reach my fingers and suck off her moisture, then she could swallow.

She strained at the leash, but my fingers stayed out of reach. I warned her that if she spilled or swallowed without permission that I would find a new use for the handle of the scythe.

She lunged at my fingers, pulling the chain to the breaking point. As she reached with her tongue, one big drop of white cum rolled out and hit the floor.

The challenge this week was: 110-118 words.
The phrase "...the breaking point..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Thoughts on a Wedding

2011-06-01T12:55:00.001-04:00

"I would rather officiate at a funeral than a wedding. Funerals have none of the completely unrealistic expectations that I see in weddings."

-- Facebook conversation (paraphrased as best as I can remember) with a high school classmate of mine who's now a Methodist minister

I'm now back home after the big family wedding. I'm tired today after the long drive yesterday, but overall it was a lot of fun, and nice to get away over the long weekend. My in-laws are delightful people, and it's always a pleasure to stay with them. They make us feel completely at home, and we always share a lot of laughs.

The wedding itself was beautiful - possibly the most beautiful I've ever attended. It was outdoors, in a little wooded ampitheather, and the weather was perfect - sunny, pleasant, blue skies.

The reception was as expected - good food and drink, and as much as you wanted. Sadly, I have no really juicy stories - I was the subject of some playful flirting, but I also had two lovely young ladies who were acting as my chaperones. There was plenty of dancing, and with considerable effort I got both of my chaperones out on the dance floor with me.

But going back to the quote at the top of this post - unrealistic expectations was all I could think about during the ceremony. The very explicit message to the bride and groom was "you now have your domestic partner, sexual partner, confidant, and best friend - for the rest of your lives." By implication, that means that no one else is allowed to fill any of these roles, ever. I could not help thinking that these expectations are only met in fairy tales.

I'll be accused of being jaded and cynical (from within my own house, if from nowhere else), but I don't think I am - I'm just observing the world around me. And my observation is that two people, no matter how well-intentioned, cannot possibly be all those things to each other. People have different needs - and they change and grow. What a tragedy to label anything off of an impossibly narrow path as "forbidden" and "bad."

I wish the young couple every happiness, and life seems very good for them at the moment. I foresee some possibly rude awakenings for them, but I hope they can treat each other with love and compassion as they grow and change.

FFF: Sorcerer's Wedding

2011-05-27T03:27:00.002-04:00

I was disappointed, and she knew it. My bride-to-be needed a perfect pentagram painted on her back before she donned the black wedding gowns, and the new apprentice had botched it badly. I called for the old sorceress, bade her do the job properly, and fitted the apprentice with a tight neck ring as punishment. I saw the defiance in her eyes, and resolved to teach her a few things just as soon as the bacchanalia was over.

The challenge this week was: 60-80 words.
The phrase "...[noun] in her eyes..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

A Family Wedding

2011-05-24T22:29:00.000-04:00

I'll be traveling over the holiday weekend for a big family wedding. And when I say big, I mean rivaling the recent Royal Wedding. Everything's going to be first-class and oh-so-fancy. The couple in question must be doing well for themselves, and who am I to begrudge them if they want their big day in the spotlight. It's certain to be a lot of fun, and good food and drink will be flowing freely.

Also, I'm apparently the subject of some discussion, being a relatively new and exotic addition to the family. The Sensual Goddess has been teasing me about all the ladies who are going to want to dance with me. I'm really not that exotic, but I'll be happy to dance with anyone who asks.

I do have some reservations though. Part of me can't help thinking how much money is being spent on one day. Being naturally ~~cheap~~ frugal and responsible, if I were them, I would pay off a big chunk of my mortgage instead of opting for every extravagance at the reception. Also, it seems that all the focus has been on planning one perfect day, and not so much thought put into living life as a couple after the big day is over and all the attention has gone away.

Not for me to judge, of course, and I wish them every happiness. I also wish myself every happiness on Saturday - perhaps I can earn a reputation as not only exotic, but also as a really really bad man. The Sensual Goddess has laughed and told me to go for it. Any interesting stories will follow.

e[lust] #26

2011-05-24T12:56:00.001-04:00

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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] #27? Start with the rules and subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for updates and submission reminders.

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Bikery - The mental image of Suzy mounting this thing and pedaling herself towards a quaking orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye and I grinned into her face.

If you are monogamous can you learn to be polyamorous? - Do you think that someone who is monogamous can learn to be polyamorous for a partner, or do you think they are courting disaster?

Hot Wax - I detached myself from what she was doing to me. *breathe* She pulled again. I came from the pain, motionless, silent, and helpless to stop it. She continued.

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Spring - My eyes wide, there was no time for reaction as another crowd was wandering down the path. Our eyes locked and Daniel smirked, attempting to find something innocuous to say.

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Erotic Writing

6. Gluttony
Erotica: Suit & Tie Guy VS The Construction Worker pt II
Gang·banged
hot and bothered...
In the Morning
My First Blowjob
Oh, What a Sight!
Skate / For Wank Wednesday
Soak(ed)
The tables have turned
Wanting it Bad. Wanting it Hard
What I will do with a dildo: Sing, do with a dildo

Kink & Fetish

As much sex as he can fuck into me
Afternoon Sex x 4
Fetish/Fashion
I used to be a Masochist
Now Lick My Boots Clean, Submissive
Open
Plug Me
Rope play
Staked Out
spank, fisted and strung up
The Room

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A sex-positive female in a sex-negative society
A Period Drama
On Safer Sex and STIs; Musings on The Swingset
Question Month #4
Sense of Responsibility
Simple?
Touch My Cock
Why Did I Engage?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Hello, My Name is Danny Wylde
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"Blue Sky"

2011-05-21T13:40:00.002-04:00

For my Saturday "dash of happy" I've consciously avoided love songs. There are tons of "I'm so happy because my baby loves me" songs, but while that kind of happiness is wonderful and intoxicating, it can't last. Whenever I hear one of those songs, I can't help thinking that the first song on the next album will be a "woe is me, my baby left me" blues number.

Anyway, after a week of non-stop rain and gray skies, the sun is shining brightly and the sky's a rich bright blue. So my happy song for today is the Allman Brothers Band's "Blue Sky." Yes, it's about a girl, but I also get a larger sense of happiness from it. Beautiful melody, gorgeous lyrics.

Walk along the river ... sweet lullaby
It just keeps on flowin' ... it don't worry 'bout where it's going

Don't fly mister blue bird I'm just walkin' down the road
Early mornin' sunshine tells me all I need to know

You're my blue sky ... you're my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way ... turn your love my way ...

Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr

Could Small Breasts Make a Comeback?

High Leather Boots, Again

e[lust] #32

FFF: Cracked and Failing

A Fistful

Top 45

"It Was a Very Good Year"

Mistletoe

"A Charlie Brown Christmas"

Flashed on an Airplane

"Hold On, I'm Coming"

FFF: Burned Coffee

Guiltiest Pleasure

A Perfect Day

TMI Tuesday: Fun(ny) Stuff

Thanksgiving

Pearls

"Righteous"

FFF: Illusions

TMI Tuesday: Formspring Follies

Monday Miscellaneous

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Another Saucy (Part 2)

Another Saucy (Part 1)

"Rockin' Down the Highway"

Twenty Years Ago Today

TMI Tuesday: Let's Talk About Sex

"Harvest Moon"

FFF: Tenebrous

Recommended Reading

Strange Dream

FFF: Pained Delight

Almost Heaven

FFF: Return Desk

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FFF: Enthusiastically

Tightest Space

My Favorite Season

FFF: Lost

On John Mayer

Monday Silliness

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

FFF: Supernova

Cleaning Up

TMI Tuesday: Choices

FFF: A New Playmate

Love Me...Five Times?

Mile High Club

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Wonderful World

FFF: A Grimm Tale

Friday Challenge for 9/9

TMI Tuesday: Naked

Touching Bums

TMI Tuesday, 8/30/11

"Happy" (and Hurricanes)

FFF: Perfect Angle

A Gift from You

You Got Here How?

"Simple Things"

FFF: Debauched

FFF: Side Effect

Campfire

A Friend's Girlfriend (Finale)

A Friend's Girlfriend (Part 2)

A Friend's Girlfriend

Blow in her Face?

"High Plains"

FFF: After Class

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Random Monday Silliness

"Green Eggs and Ham"

FFF: Man of...Rock?

Hula Hooping

FFF: Patch of Sunlight

Home Alone

Sunday Stealing, 7/10

FFF: Anticipation

After Hours