Friday, May 27, 2011

FFF: Sorcerer's Wedding

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!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A Family Wedding

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.

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Saturday, May 21, 2011

"Blue Sky"

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 ...

Friday, May 20, 2011


I can't help but notice that lovemaking is *significantly* better during the full moon. It's just more electric and more intense, and my orgasms are off-the-charts good. I can't say I keep track of when the next full moon will be, but it's happened way too often to be coincidence that we'll say "wow, that was *especially* amazing", and then realize later that the moon was full.

Going back to my TMI Tuesday, in the years of my first marriage when I was masturbating every night, I noticed then that my orgasms were *much* more intense during the full moon.

And it's just happened again. After three straight nights of "Wow!" (followed by a fourth night of "Don't even think about it, mister, you're making me sore!"), I realized we're just past another full moon.

Doing a Google search on "full moon sex drive" gives over 3 million results, so apparently it's not just me howling at the moon.

Does anyone else notice differences during the full moon?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

TMI Tuesday, 5/17/11

Getting to Know You...

1. What is your online profile name and what does it mean?
Max (as I wrote here) doesn't mean anything, it's a way to keep a degree of anonymity - a mask that allows me to be more myself than I can comfortably be otherwise.

2. How did you decide on the title of your blog?
I was looking for some phrase to describe myself that would hopefully be catchy and unique. And even though they're normally thought of as opposites, I really am both a mystic and a satyr, so I thought it fit. And if some people say "huh?", that's okay too.

3. How much of your online personality transcends into your real life? What's the biggest difference between the two?
My online personality is the realest "me" there is. I've been told that I'm much more "talkative" online than in person, and I believe it, but the online me is the real me.

4. What have you stumbled across through reading blogs that really made you want to try it out? Have you done it yet? Was it a good, bad or so so experience?
No one specific thing I can think of. What I respect and sometimes envy about many bloggers is their courage to be in the moment, go for what feels right, and have the experiences they feel they need.

And now, in honor of May is Masturbation Month...

5. After you masturbate, do you taste your cum? Do you like the taste of you?
Not normally. I have, by special request, and I didn't mind it.

6. Do you like to masturbate in front of someone else? Does that heighten your arousal or are you indifferent?
I do like it, and it does heighten my arousal, but it almost always leads to other things that I like even more!

7. Have you ever been caught masturbating? By whom?
Yes, by a college roommate. There were four of us living in a three-bedroom apartment.  I was all alone in the back bedroom with a Penthouse magazine. I heard the front door open exactly as I started to climax. I tried to finish and tuck things away, but I didn't quite make it. He pretended like he didn't see anything.

I think I've caught every roommate I ever had. I don't try to, but apparently I walk very quietly (the Sensual Goddess is forever threatening to make me wear a bell around my neck so I won't startle her any more.)

I masturbated every single night for years during my first marriage, and my wife never knew.

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

Sunday, May 15, 2011

An Exciting Discovery

My post last week on confidence with the opposite sex made me think about my own journey, the way I viewed the world while growing up, and the most liberating discovery I made along the way.

Your thoughts go a long way toward creating your reality, and as a teenage boy, the thought I had about women and sex was that they didn't enjoy it. And not only that, it was something a proper lady didn't really think about. So I imagined that they would be disgusted with me if they knew what I was thinking (and my imagination and drive, considered "wicked" by some even today, was absolutely out of control in those hormone-soaked teenage days.) And since I was very much the "good boy," the thought of a girl looking at me in disgust and saying (or even thinking) "you're a pervert" was just the most horrible thing imaginable.

I'm not really sure where those thoughts/beliefs came from. I was spared the misfortune of being explicitly told by parents or church that sex was bad/shameful. And I didn't get that as an implicit message either. Indeed, the message I got from my father was that sex was the best thing going, and I knew even then that my parents had a loving and healthy relationship.

I guess part of it was that there were no "sexual" women around me when I was growing up. There were all boys in my neighborhood (which was wonderful in that we always had a group to play baseball or run around in the woods, etc., but there just weren't any girls around.) And my mom, aunts, grandmothers, etc., were all warm and loving, but not remotely sexual. So I had no model of a sexual woman, and the thought that women had sex drives, and actually *wanted* sex, never occurred to me.

Even through dating and eventual marriage, the thought still persisted, and went hand-in-hand with my denying of my own sexuality.

My awakening finally happened in my mid-30's - an awakening that was both spiritual and sexual. I discovered, to my amazed delight, that women can have just as roaring a sex drive as a man. Not only that, but they might not only tolerate, but actually want, the same wicked things I want. This was an entirely new thought, and was world-changing (something akin to someone from the Middle Ages being confronted with the idea of a round Earth for the first time.)

The old thoughts were so deeply ingrained that the new and wonderful reality sometimes still surprises me a little.  As for being thought wicked, readers of this blog know that it now delights me.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Blogger Outage

The old saying "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" was proven to me again yesterday when had a technical failure and went offline for most of a day. (The latest explanation I've seen of what happened is here.) I was surprised at how much not having access to Blogger changed the feel of my day.

The fact that it happened on a Thursday night into Friday hit me especially hard, as I couldn't post my FFF on Thursday night, and still couldn't post it Friday morning. Then I couldn't read new posts from the blogs I follow, which is an enjoyable part of my morning routine. I didn't lose any posts, but I did lose some comments (and those of you who know how much I adore the comments I get, will know just how much that pains me!)

Thankfully, Blogger came back online yesterday around 1:00pm, and things got back to normal fairly quickly. We're now back in the routine of posting/reading/commenting, but I won't soon forget what it was like to be without it for a day. I missed it more than I would have guessed.

Friday, May 13, 2011

FFF: Yellow Eyes

Take 1: "Retreat"
A chance conversation at the local pub had turned into an evening of flirting, shooting pool, and shots of tequila. Now we were back at her apartment, kissing frantically and shedding clothes as we made our way back to the bedroom. Stumbling into the bedroom, my yellow eyes blinked as they focused on the print above her bed. Ten seconds later I was gathering my clothes and retreating toward the door, telling her I was terribly sorry, but I forgot how early I had to be up in the morning.

Take 2: "Tamed"
How the wheel of karma turns...the endless cycle of cause and effect. I had tamed her in our last lifetime together, when I had the form of a man. But the passion between us was too intense and spilled over into rage, violence. Now I was reborn in a different form, and it was my turn to be tamed. But as my yellow eyes blinked, I knew that I still longed to devour her.

Take 3: "Jaded"
If she wasn't so jaded, she would have laughed out loud at what a perfect setup line it had been.

"No," she purred evilly, "My tiger doesn't bite."

Shortly after, with his neck in the tiger's jaws, his fading yellow eyes blinked and met hers. She laughed at the unspoken question, and blew a puff of smoke in his face.

"But this isn't my tiger."

(With apologies to Peter Sellers.)

The challenge this week was: 60-99 words.
The phrase "...yellow eyes blinked..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

On Confidence

I've had the chance to observe a young man who's become very dear to me. He's college age, tall, slim, handsome, intelligent, thoughtful, considerate, and very much an old soul - wise in many ways beyond his years. Yet for all this, he laments the lack of interest he gets from the opposite sex.

I've seen newspaper and magazine articles recently that would have you believe that no-strings-attached sex is the universally-accepted norm among kids, and that a blowjob is to them what a goodnight kiss was to me at that age. That may well be true for some, but it's not universal.

My observation is that the opposite sex does notice him, but he doesn't realize that they're noticing him. It breaks my heart to see, because he reminds me of myself at that age. The issue, of course, is confidence. I'm *certain* that if he walked up to these young ladies and said "Hi, how are you?" that they'd be very pleased to talk to him.  But he sees that as completely out of the question.

Unfortunately, there's not a thing I can do to help. He's going to have to develop it (or realize it) all by himself. Again, I know this from painful experience. I knew back then that my issue was confidence - I had it in many areas of my life, but not around women.  I didn't feel it, and you cannot fake it. Lord knows I tried.

Another example from those days that drilled this lesson into me. My first job post-college was at a big consulting firm. On my first project, I worked with one of the ugliest men I've ever met - short, balding, bad complexion, goggle-eyed (he reminded me of a horror show verson of Kermit the Frog) - but very personable, and completely confident with women. And he got laid. Oh yes he did. It was one of the biggest shocks of my life.  I looked on in amazement and shook my head at the cruelty of the universe.

The quandry is that (unless you're part of that alien-to-me breed that's somehow born with confidence) you don't have success until you feel confident, but it takes a success to give you confidence. Once I had success, confidence followed immediately. And I never looked back. I hope my young friend will discover this soon.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


I laughed out loud the first time I saw this local shop.  I thought, "Really?!?  It's that easy now?  You just go into a store?"  And I was at a point in my life (pre-Sensual Goddess) where I was tempted to go in and ask.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Farmer Max

I was reminded, on this beautiful sunny Mother's Day, that digging in the dirt is a sensual pleasure all its own.

I spent most of today digging and planting, and it was rewarding in a way that I never would have understood as a boy or younger man. My mom now has colorful flower-beds to enjoy, and there are now flowers under my bird feeders. My little backyard vegetable garden now has two cherry tomato plants, plus cucumber plants. The vegetable garden doesn't get enough sun to really thrive, but I've been doing it for a few years now, and it always does well enough.

And it really is a sensual pleasure. Pushing a spade into the earth just has a feel to it, and turning over the earth just has a smell to it. Preparing the beds just so, and tamping in the plants has a tactile component that I enjoy.  Also, it just feels good to get out in the sun and work and sweat.  It's good honest work, and gives me a feeling of connection with the Earth that I don't get any other way.

As sensual pleasures go, it doesn't rival the touch of a lover, but it's really good in its own way.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

"Get Down Tonight"

Reaching all the way back to the disco era, my "dash of happy" song this week is Get Down Tonight by KC and The Sunshine Band. I was too young for the disco era to have meant anything to me, though Saturday Night Fever was the first R-rated movie I ever saw (we were way younger than the required age of 17, and I forget if we snuck in, or if the theater just didn't care and sold us the tickets.)

Anyway, I had long-since forgotten about this song, but then it was used in a beer commercial a few years ago, and I realized I really liked the energy and the mood. And who can argue with the lyrics?
Do a little dance
Make a little love
Get down tonight

Friday, May 6, 2011

FFF: Unheeded

"Sophie, can I have a word please? In the study."

She was the upstairs maid - a sexy young thing (as were all my household staff.) And my security cameras - unseen, unheard, and unheeded - had caught her in a slight breach of workplace etiquette.

She walked in, delightfully nervous, unsure why she was being summoned. I decided not to keep her in suspense, and showed her the picture.

"I believe this is you, right here in this study, with the first edition of my published erotica?"

She went white and gaped like a fish out of water. She finally managed, "I can explain."

"No need, my dear. I'm happy that my words had such an effect on you."

I fixed an evil smile on her. "Now, if you'll be so kind, hand me the book. Which story were you reading?"

She blushed and showed me.

"Good girl. Now I'll read. You lay down there and get comfortable."

With an obedient smile, she started undoing the buttons on her uniform.

The challenge this week was: 160-185 words.
The phrase "...unheard and unheeded..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

In the Morning

I want you in the morning. I want to move in close behind you while you're still asleep. I want to quiet you when you realize what I'm doing, and protest that you're unshowered...have morning breath...and that my cum is still leaking out of you from last night. None of those things matter to me - I want you now, first thing in the morning.

I want to hear you mutter that I'm insatiable...wasn't last night enough? How can I be ready to go again? But I am. And you can't fool me. Protest all you like, you love that I want you to feel my fully erect cock nestled between the cheeks of your ass.

I want to move on top of you, discarding your nightgown, moving in between your legs. You tell me you're not ready, but I know better, and I push into you slowly and steadily. When I bottom out, balls deep inside you, you finally seem convinced. My mouth covers yours, and my tongue pushes into your mouth...invading...possessive. My hips start moving...thrusting...and I feel your pussy gush around me.

I want to hear the delicious sounds. Your moans into my mouth. The squishing, slurping sounds your pussy makes as I pound you hard. The sounds of my growls. The warning that I'm going to release...going to shoot another load into you. And I do, urgently, as you wrap your legs around me and climax with a cry.

I want to stay inside you, on top of you, as I slowly come down. Most of all I want to hear you say the words that put an evil smile on my face. "You're so damn bad", said with that delightful mixture of accusation and awe.

You're goddamn right I am.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Ultimate Outlaw

I recently saw the first quote below, and was going to give it its own post as a "quote of the day." But since I didn't know who Tom Robbins was, I Googled him, and found a number of fantastic quotes. Here are a few of my favorites.
  • "Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."

  • "When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter."

  • "If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, acting lovingly; if you believe every which way, then act every which way, that's perfectly valid - but don't go out trying to sell your beliefs to the system. You end up contradicting what you profess to believe in, and you set a bum example. If you want to change the world, change yourself."